Edge of the Apocalypse

There is plenty of sunlight during the day, and it is properly scattered in the studio, so that the brightness of the light is just right. It will not lose its brightness, and it will not lose its original color due to being too bright.

A cup of coffee on the table by the window is wafting with a lingering fragrance, and the smoke rises from the cup, naturally changing various patterns in the air, full of a certain spiritual taste. Pick up the coffee with one hand and take a sip. When the dark tea-colored liquid slipped into his mouth, it immediately fragrant.

Heydrick is in a good mood, especially the brutalist abstract painting on the canvas. At the moment when it is about to be completed after three days and eleven hours, the feeling is unparalleled. The canvas is filled with bright and vivid color blocks to create a layered picture, which is a metaphor for the corrupted and dark heart behind that beautiful face.

Under Heydrick's clever use of color, only those who paint deeply can perhaps see the theme that the oil painting really wants to express under these bright blocks of color.

Kodoff couldn't see it anyway, and because this son was here, Heydrick's happy mood was a little bit more unhappy. Just like a cup of coffee with a poorly controlled heat, there is more bitterness in the fragrant taste, which destroys the taste of coffee.

"You have been here for a full hour, and you can say it at the end. Dear son, this is not like your style." Heydrick used the brush to leave a strong stroke of color, then put down the brush. And the color tray, go to the wash basin and wash it.

"I want to deal with Alan." Kodov finally said.

Hedrick said without looking back: "I knew you had this idea since the kid appeared in the banquet hall. You are the same as Reina, but Reina can't keep things in mind, and you have always been there. Bottom of my heart."

"This time is different!" Kodoff gritted his teeth: "Father, we can't let Alan continue to grow up. You go out of the studio and take a good look, but after coming to Babylon for a year, he mixed with Regis and Adele. Let’s go together. But now, even Leon of William’s family has sent him an invitation letter for Autumn Hunting. Externally, he is just a sideline!"

"So what." Hedrick wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief: "If the William's family can't even find out Alan's true identity, they are not qualified to be among the rich."

"But father, don't forget. Allen is now only one step away from becoming the protégé of Windsor Bellow. Both you and I know that if you become the protégé of the Marshal, Allen's worth will rise. What's more, he and Hughton are there. The old man is learning the knowledge of Rubik's Cube sequence. All these situations indicate that Allen will threaten us." Kodoff said solemnly.

"I know, so you don't always deal with him. Like Vincent, didn't that poor little guy become your victim?" Hedrick said with a smile.

"This time is different." Kodov took a deep breath and said, "I want to kill him, father. Only a dead person will not pose any threat. Now he is only a side branch, and he will die if he dies. Angry, but the rules are set by him. But if Allen is made a member of the core of the family, given the protection rules of the core members, then it will not be easy to deal with him."

Hedrick's smile slowly disappeared, and his eyes gradually widened. Suddenly, the expression on his face like a spring breeze disappeared, and replaced by the cold like a winter blizzard: "Kodoff, my son. You better understand what you are talking about. Now, you are planning to murder yourself. Brothers?"

"Yes, father." Kodov looked directly into his father's eyes.

After Hedrick’s pupils contracted and expanded repeatedly, he turned around and looked at the sunny world outside the window and said: "Very well, since you have made a decision, then you should also be prepared for failure? Listen to Kodov , Since you want to do it, do it beautifully. You can't leave any traces, especially, I don't want to hear about this in the future, my name is with you."

"If this happens, you should be very clear about what will happen?"

Kodov buried his head deeply, preventing his father from seeing the resentment flashing in his eyes. He certainly knows that if he fails, Heydrick will definitely sacrifice himself in order to protect himself. Even if he is his son, Hedrick is not the only son, and Kodov is not the best among them.

In a family, maintaining the relationship between family members. The first is interest, and the second is family affection. If you don't even know this, Kodoff let Heydrick throw him into the Outland Battlefield.

You can only rely on yourself!

When Kodoff was about to quit the studio, Heydrick suddenly said: "Reina has gone to the Outland Battlefield with his father."

"I know."

"You don't know..." Hedrick shook his head and said, "Kodoff, sometimes I feel that you are wasting your time in the wrong place. But since it is your choice, as a father, I can only support you."

"Thank you for everything, father."

Heydri waved his hand and let his son leave. After closing the door of the studio, Kodov snorted and turned to leave.

This soft snort made Haydrick's ears.

Only after leaving the studio and turning a corner of the corridor, Kodov's combat technique teacher Robert greeted him.

"Master, is it going well?" Robert asked.

Kodoff nodded: "Father has no objection, teacher, you can let go and do that. I will arrange a suitable time for you."

Robert's eyes lit up, he didn't speak, he just nodded his head.

The universe is chaotic, everything is chaotic, and injustice is the essence of the world. But in terms of time, it is fair. At least for people, there are only 24 hours a day. No matter who you are, there are only 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds in a day. Even the most powerful person in the world can't let time stay for you for an extra second.

Time is the same for Allen, no matter how hard he is, he can't break one day into two. So Allen always felt that time was not enough, so when the boy in front of him suggested that he and them go shopping on the dark street, Allen had to calculate the cost-effectiveness between the time he lost and the gain.

Seeing Ellen hesitate a little, the boy named Green said with an exaggerated expression: "Come on, Ellen. You can't let your head rest, so be it. Go to the dark street with us tomorrow night. Hey, Ming There will be a slave auction in the evening, which is a rare event."

The boys laughed, and Allen was sure that they would only be interested in female slaves.

Allen finally agreed, as Green said, it was time for him to rest his head. After all, knowledge is always endless.

The next night, a taxi ride took Ellen's half-old boys to the entrance of Black Street. The driver of the taxi has always been reluctant to go deep into the black street, so Allen and the others have to go to the slave auction and have to walk a distance on their own.

The black street is naturally not a street, but a block composed of many complicated alleys, winding streets, and unregulated buildings. The Old Oak Bar, where Allen had visited, is on the edge of this block. Today, I revisited the old place, followed Green through the bar, walked down a slope, and drilled through a few streets before entering the center of the black street.

Here in the black street, almost everything can be done. From slaves to organs, from weapons to drugs, even mana ships are also available for sale. As for the killer, mercenary, and other businesses, they can also get special contacts in the black street.

For example, the Old Oak Bar is one of the joint locations.

In the dark street, if you just walk into an abandoned warehouse, it may be the site of the **** arena. Of course, there may also be some kind of obscene/obscene party. Here, you can find all the things on the dark side of people's hearts. There is only one thing that the black street does not have, and that is noble.

The Black Street is not completely chaotic, its chaos is more on the surface, but inside it is maintained order in chaos by several underground chambers of commerce. Of course, these underground chambers of commerce are inextricably linked to the federal government and major families. Among them, there is no lack of chambers of commerce hosted by a certain family. If there were only chaos and crimes~www.readwn.com~, the federal government would have wiped it out.

Walking on the dim streets, under the dim orange lights, you will occasionally bump into a **** and enchanting woman with heavy makeup; or an addict with a bowed head and pale face; or do not step, hide a murder weapon Killer or mercenary. Here in the black street, you never know who you will bump into next moment. This was originally a place of three religions and nine streams, where dragons and snakes mixed.

So walking in the dark street, you first need to learn to protect yourself.

Allen and the others changed into civilian clothes, each wearing a hat, and half of their face was hidden. Green seemed to be very familiar with the Black Street, and he led his companions to an underground garage with ease. There were guards and barricades at the entrance of the garage, and men with large tattoos walked back and forth with rifles blatantly.

Green stepped forward, talked with a black man for a while, stuffed a few bills, and pointed at the boys in Allen. The black man nodded and whistled. A man with a turban on his head untied the thick iron chain that blocked the entrance. Green waved to his companion. Allen and the others got through the chain and entered the underground garage along the slope.

As soon as I arrived in the garage, I felt the temperature rise. Turning around a crossing, people are even more visible. It turned out that the slave auction in Green’s mouth was held in the garage, and the boys in Green were so excited that they had already headed towards the crowded place. Allen can only follow them so as not to lose himself.

The underground garage is very spacious, and Allen couldn't tell whether it was opened up by several garages, or that it was originally such a huge underground space. As for the entrance and exit of the garage above, it is just a deceptive decoration? In short, in this underground space, the so-called slave auction is more like a bazaar!

No recommendation this week, streaking. Brothers, give me some motivation, give me some red tickets to stimulate it!