Longmen Memoirs

It was a chance meeting and sharing weal and woe.

In fact, what Wang misses is never a certain kind of food.

Chen Mo suddenly stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped on the long bridge. The road on the opposite side was blocked, and the pale headlights of the cars made it difficult to open their eyes.

"Looks like there's trouble coming for us."

Weina sighed softly. Chen Mo unbuckled his seat belt. Weina opened the car door. The sky outside the car was very dark. On the opposite side of the iron bridge was a field of lights that had not been extinguished. In the darkness, the city river slowly passed through the bridge. flowing down.

Vina pulled out the warhammer from the car. Under the light of the car beside the bridge, it glowed with the gray color of cold steel.

What should come will always come.

Chapter 60 Deathstroke

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The cold rain was drowned in the hot flames, and the swaying light lit up the gray iron bridge under the black sky. The steel reflected the orange flames, which seemed to never go out, but swayed and undulated with the gusts of night wind. .

Vina stood in the center of the iron bridge. The raindrops wet her long, messy golden hair, which fell on the soft white fur of the collar of her jacket. It then slid down the black leather jacket, onto the palm of her hand, and along the The long hammer body dropped low to the feet.

In fact, in Chen Mo's opinion, her movements of holding the war hammer were more like holding a sword. At least Chen Mo felt that when she swung the war hammer, it was as if she was using it as a sword.

Perhaps even she herself is not aware of this. Many times, after using a weapon that is handy for too many times, it will inevitably become like that when using other weapons.

"It's about to begin..." She seemed to have a premonition of something and whispered to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo failed to notice the look in her eyes at this moment. She raised her head and looked at the black sky. The raindrops hit her face that was slightly pale in the firelight, and a strand of hair stuck to the side of her face.

"Soon the city will be free of one gang that is suddenly on the rise."

Chen Mo held the handle of the long knife. The scarlet blood was gradually washed away in the rain, revealing the smooth and dull blade. The skill of the person who came here was not something that a regular underground gang could possess.

Someone finally noticed what the Glasgow gang was doing and couldn't help but take action.

He lit a cigarette.

"It will be a big surprise for them."

"Isn't this agreed upon from the beginning?" Wei Na turned her head and looked at Chen Mo, her eyes seemed to be asking him something.

"I'm out. It may take a long time to come back."

"I never thought I would come back."

"I will think for you, but before that, you have to learn to wait. We have many enemies, but there will not always be so many."

"how long?"

"It won't be long." Chen Mo said, "Maybe you just need to take a nap. When you wake up, you will find that everything around you has changed."

"Is this a promise?" she asked.

"It doesn't count." Chen Mo put the long knife back into its sheath and held it in front of him: "Promises cannot be believed. Regret is a very common thing, and..."

He didn't finish, but Vina knew what he wanted to say.

He is not worthy of trust.

Members of the Glasgow Gang were clearing the road. Indra and several members pushed the abandoned cars gathered in front of the long bridge to the side of the road. The pungent smell of burning rubber tires was mixed with the harsh friction sound on the concrete road.

She clapped her hands, stretched out her hands to brush away the hair that was condensed by the raindrops on her forehead, turned her head and looked here, muttered something and continued her unfinished work.

They have to get rid of the corpses and hands and tail before the city defense department and the Londinium Guards arrive, just like a group of rats living in the dark. Although this may not be accurate, their lives are better than Rats are much more comfortable, but in the eyes of regular forces and most people, their situation is no different.

As planned, the Glasgow Gang quickly emerged in the lower city and became one of the few underground gangs in Londinium. In the eyes of outsiders, the sudden and rapid growth of the Glasgow Gang is surprising. In fact, for most of the peripheral Glasgow Gang Members were equally surprised.

They did not believe that they had undergone such a dramatic transformation from an unknown little gang within a few months. At the same time, their lives did not seem to have changed at all, except that they had many more fights.

However, only Chen Mo knew the reasons for these changes, and only a few people would feel restless and anxious because of this.

Facts have proved that the core members of the Glasgow Gang are not simply a group of street thugs as they appear on the surface. They are quite professional fighters and can even see the shadow of elite training.

Vina's identity makes people jealous. Although she has been pushed down from the throne of power, in this empire and in Victoria, Aslan's bloodline has not been silenced. This has made many people choose to wait and see, and it has also made people shrouded in The clouds over Victoria are getting thicker.

The throne is vacant, and the struggle for royal rights has left many lords unable to make up their minds. Before the results come out, many people will not express their attitude directly. Only a small number of people will struggle crazily. For this huge country that is about to crack. They have to be careful.

This gives Chen Mo and the Glasgow Gang a chance to breathe, but they all understand that the temporary wait-and-see will not last long. Generous returns and intricate interest relationships will blind people's reason, thus making people stupid. Also more greedy.

In fact, those complicated things are not something they can imagine and guess now. Even if they can guess how things will develop, they do not have the power to intervene.

Just one Londinium is enough to make the entire Glasgow gang despair, not to mention the rich darkness buried behind it.

This reminded Chen Mo of Longmen. To Victoria, Longmen was just a small mobile city-state. Undoubtedly, he was doing a terrible thing now, trying to seize the lifeline of this country, and using it one after another. The giant hand took her into his palm.

It was not until much later that Chen Mo realized that this was actually a conspiracy, a long-cherished wish that had lasted for thousands of years. Drake and Aslan, the two supreme kings, eventually became involved in a conspiracy. Tools in the hands of careerists, and in the end, abandon them.

But at that time, Chen Mo had already stepped into it. Aslan and Drake, the only two forces left in the world, would become storms and sharp swords, breaking this traditional and closed regime into pieces.

Perhaps, when someone mentions the current incident to him, he will laugh it off, because through the plans and journeys, he finally became a person like Wei Yanwu.

Finally, I learned to cruelly hold the fate of others in my own hands.

Back at the Glasgow Gang's station, when the car stopped, the rain also stopped. The haze on the sky had just dispersed. The sun pierced through the thick dark clouds and fell over the city. It seemed that the passing of each other was still lingering in my ears. The piercing whistle of the passing police siren.

Among those tired and pale faces, only Indra, this lunatic, could still maintain an excited smile at this time. Sometimes Chen Mo wondered if she didn't know what fatigue was. At least she should understand what pain was. She was high He raised his hand high, and there were still blood stains on his tattered sleeves that had not dried up, but there was a wild smile on his face.

It was as if she had done something amazing and was waiting for praise from others. It was indeed amazing. Who would have thought that she would be so good at fighting? Chen Mo only hoped that she could always maintain such a good mood, because after receiving In the rest of their lives, Chen Mo knew that it would be difficult for them to have such a good opportunity to show such a relaxed expression.

Of these people here, who can always stay by my side? Those familiar faces may only appear in memory in the next moment.

This is a sad thing. There will be reluctance to let go of these familiar friends, but reluctance often only appears after losing them. Chen Mo knows this very well and has also found a way to avoid it.

That is to do something worth doing. Those reluctances and unwillingness will be slowly forgotten. You will find that you no longer have the time to sigh and be sad, because it is very likely that when you do this, you become someone else. A piece of memory has also become the black and white photo on the tombstone.

I slept for a long time. When I woke up, it was already afternoon. It was drizzling again. At the end of autumn, the weather became colder and colder. When Chen Mo first came here, it was early summer, but now it is almost winter. the beginning of.

The war in Kazdaele is also reaching a stalemate.

The leaves outside the small square in front of the Glasgow Gang fell to the ground. Outside the warehouse, the rain-soaked ground turned a deep color.

Wei Na no longer wore her black leather jacket. She put on trousers and a suit, and her messy long hair was rearranged into an orderly manner. Not long ago, Chen Mo saw Morgan hurriedly walking through the corridor carrying a small box. At this time, she stood on Vina's left hand, and on the right was Indra. It was rare that her expression at this moment was solemn and solemn.

As if she had become another person in Chen Mo's memory, she was holding a long black umbrella in her hand, which she did not open. She stood there like a knight protecting the monarch.

Chen Mo rarely wears a suit. Although the solemn black is nostalgic, the deep black and restricting sleeves and tie can make people feel depressed and suffocating.

That depressing feeling stayed with him throughout his childhood, before he turned six.

It is another rainy day, a misty rainy day, and another funeral, which represents the sleep and death of many people.

Burying the dead is an easy thing, but remembering them one by one makes people feel heavy and painful. At least, even Indra lost his smile at this moment.

The umbrella held by Indra shielded Vina from the falling raindrops. Someone volunteered to take on the position of a priest. In a low but not serious voice, they watched the bodies containing souls slowly sink. Go underground, be buried in the soil, be isolated from the world, and enjoy peace.

Compared to the unburied corpses of Kazdale who died on the battlefield at this moment, perhaps this can be regarded as a blessing. At least they were buried in their hometown city.

Chen Mo thought that they would no longer think about how to live, and they no longer had to worry about where they should go in the future.

Life is very heavy, but no matter how heavy things are, there can always be objects that can be filled. In this land, not all lives can be valued.

Only those who feel worthy will be worthy, and most people can only be like duckweeds, flowing helplessly along the direction of the water, and eventually become fragments in the ground. Maybe they are lucky enough to live in the memories of others. And at some point, it was discarded in the deepest part of memory, that is... it would never be remembered again.

There was no crying, and naturally there was no sadness. There was just silence, letting the sound of rain pass by all over the sky, letting it fall on the black umbrella, turning into threads and falling from the eyes, splashing wet trouser legs and sleeves.

Wei Na quietly watched the people sinking slowly, gradually being covered in handfuls of moist soil. She lowered her eyes, and the raindrops and dark clouds in the sky were frozen in her golden eyes.

She watched everything quietly, as if it was a farewell, farewell to these light-hearted people, and farewell to these people who had lost their worries. The living ones, like her, like Chen Mo, and these members of the Glasgow Gang, would definitely have an even harder time.

Weina was so calm, so calm that it made people feel scared, as calm as if it had nothing to do with her, and yet so heavy, as if something had fallen on her shoulders, making it difficult to reveal her face. The smiling face became taciturn again.

Because he is a leader, he cannot show his weak side, and because he is looked up to, he sheds tears [@

Chen Mo suddenly thought of Tallulah.

If it was her.

Is she also experiencing the same thing, and whether there will be people like these people by her side, walking through one end after another in the snowy and cold world, looking at the endless white , staring at the flames in front of him in the ice and snow, finally turned into a sigh.

It is also a difficult road, and it is rare for people to feel that it is difficult to walk even an inch. The girl who was strong and weak in Chen Mo's memory later became so decisive and resolute after Chen Mo saw her again. Her back was so tall, as if she would never be seen again. It's no longer what it looked like when I first saw it.

Just like what Chen Mo had hoped for in his memory, it was inevitable that she would become such a person...which made Chen Mo feel regretful.

It's not a regret that I couldn't be by her side, but a regret that I didn't realize that she really became another person, instead of the 'ordinary' little tower in Longmen.

The funeral came to an end, and Weina turned around and left. Her departure was not silent, nor did she say words of encouragement, which made people think that she was probably sleepy again. She always gave people this feeling.

When her footsteps passed in front of someone, people raised their heads and looked at her, looking at that silent face, as if they had strengthened a certain belief in their hearts.

Watching her figure disappear from the end of sight, falling into the gray rain.

She became a belief, the belief of a few people, and it united people together. People need such people, such people who are willing to raise the flag.

Like Sarkaz's warriors, many Sarkaz have given up thinking, choosing to follow rather than think.

Chapter 61 Gangster

Indra is honestly a very bad person, but if you want to truly understand her, you will find that she is actually as clean as a piece of paper.

All her emotions are displayed on her face. It seems that nothing can make her worry about it, and nothing can affect her mood. She is a fool, occasionally a little clever, but most of the time she is stupid. .

But in fact, there has never been a person who can really show his feelings to others, and there is no one who is really stupid enough to not understand other people's eyes and emotions.

She just didn't want to think so much about the things that upset her. In her opinion, she only needed to follow Wei Na without thinking or worrying about anything, as if it had become a kind of thing for her. Mission, although gangsters should not have such noble sentiments, nor should they pursue these noble qualities.

But it is true that her words and deeds clearly reveal the so-called loyalty and loyalty. If Casimir's knights knew that one day the chivalry they pursue would be implemented into an underground gang gangster, their expressions would definitely be It's exciting, but compared to Casimir's so-called knights and knight competitions, in Chen Mo's opinion, Indra is much more pure.

Because she has no scruples, no worries, and hates using her brain, she is cleaner and simpler than anyone else.

The reason why she was willing to follow Vina was simple. It was just a competition that made her taste defeat. Although she later emphasized that it was not just a loss, it was because she was moved by Vina's personality and goals.

In fact, to be honest, for so long, Chen Mo really couldn't see what was worthy of others to follow that lazy wild cat, and he couldn't see how she could find the so-called... Her personality and goals can only cheer her up a little while eating.

Chen Mo and Indra couldn't get along at all. Although the Glasgow Gang's headquarters was not small, they would inevitably bump into each other. Enemies met on a narrow road. Chen Mo didn't think he was a brave man, and he didn't have the stubborn spirit to fight with her. .

"Yo, Hannah."

He passed by Indra. To be honest, Chen Mo didn't actually want to say hello to her. He even wanted to take a few steps back, but the corridor was too far and she didn't seem to have any intention of taking a step back, so Chen Mo had to If you show a forced smile, at least you won't get a sharp fist for it.

"Tsk, what a bad luck."

Indra looked at Chen Mo who was walking by with an unhappy expression, and turned his head slightly, not hiding his unhappiness at the moment.

I don't know since when, Chen Mo found that he was no longer good at doing things, because in many things, his brain was more useful than his hands. He had always been a relatively kind person.

Chen Mo thought he was kinder, but in Indra's eyes he would inevitably turn into a pretentious person.

"and many more……"

Chen Mo wanted to walk past her, but she suddenly made a sound.

"Is something wrong?" Chen Mo turned around.

"Nonsense, why should I call you when I have nothing to do?"

Indra looked impatient.

The relationship between Chen Mo and her has never eased since that competition. Chen Mo had to admit that he did go a little too far that time. However, such thoughts inevitably made his eyes fall on Hannah.

"What are you looking at with your eyes? If you watch me, I will dig your eyes out!!!"

Indra shrank slightly, probably because he felt embarrassed, and gestured with two fingers deep in his stern and restrained expression.

Okay, man?

Chen Mo thought that he should be familiar with Indra's way of speaking. He couldn't force a person without systematic education to speak serious human words. As far as Indra's identity was concerned, it was not surprising that she said such words. .

If you think about it, a child who grew up in a chaotic slum would not be able to live for so long if she did not learn to be fierce and roaring. Besides, everyone who grew up in a slum would not remember what it means to be kind and kind. Justice, because that stuff doesn't fill their bellies while they rummage through the garbage cans for food.

Well-dressed people can talk loudly, because they have never experienced hunger and cold. They can be compassionate and know how to be kind, but those children cannot, and those living at the bottom of the city cannot.

Chen Mo withdrew his eyes and focused on her face. There was ferocity on that face, but it could not be denied that there was no trace of weakness or wildness on the slightly scarred face. Maybe this word is not accurate, it should be called tenacity, struggling to survive. The only thing I learned after receiving life.

Chen Mo understood very well what this expression was trying to hide, which was called weakness or fragility. Children who only cried in concentration camps often starved to death. Only by learning to fight could they have a chance to survive. With a black wall, people have to fight tooth and nail, every time.

Life is always in your hands, it just depends on whether you are ruthless enough. Only those who are ruthless to themselves can be ruthless to others.

"What's the matter?" Chen Mo asked.

Indra folded his hands.

"Have you seen Morgan?"