If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 230 Golden Eyes in a Stormy Night (Two in One)

In the evening of May 2009, 5, it rained heavily.

Black clouds and boa constrictors hover over the Port of Chicago. After the last thunderstorm exploded in late spring, thousands of tons of water poured down, and strong winds from far to near stirred up waves in the port at the pace of torrential rain. Hundred-ton steel ships curled up in the port were creaked by the blowing.

The Stars and Stripes on the port stretched straight, and the whistle in the distant downtown Chicago was faintly visible in the heavy rain. The old man in the vigil duty room locked the windows, hid in a chair, took a sip of beer and put on cotton wool earmuffs. It ended early. Work tonight.

The Chicago weather forecast predicted the entry of this typhoon three days ago. Judging from the satellite images outside the universe, a white cyclone the size of an onion ring and nicknamed "Onion" came from the North Atlantic on May 5. It landed in New Jersey, passed through Pennsylvania, Michigan, and Wisconsin after three days of raging, and was finally driven to Illinois, where Chicago is located, by a monster wind from Hudson Bay in the north.

The port of Chicago, one of the largest ports in the United States, became the landfall of a typhoon code-named 'Onion'. The port area began to sound the horn to evacuate the port, leaving only an old night watchman with seven times the salary and tens of thousands of tons of containers outside the equipment factories.

The night watchman is just a formality, because no one can leave and enter the port under the weather of a typhoon, even a thousand-ton cargo ship can hardly dock at the port, and a light-weight boat can be swept into the sky by waves and hurricanes In the remote Lake Michigan where the surfing resort used to be, there are several terrifying dragons sucking water like white strips sticking to the sky and the ground. In this case, no one will risk their lives to forcefully board this port area, lonely Naturally, the night watchman didn't have to stay awake all night.

"With this kind of weather, no one should come, right?"

In the same way, Dwight, who was waiting outside the No. A2 factory in the Port of Chicago, thought so too.

Dwight Eisenhower in black hat, black coat, and black shoe uppers stood at the gate of the equipment factory 200 meters away from the port, looking at the waterspout on Lake Michigan with a worried expression.There was a yellow lamp in the old factory behind him, the strong wind poured in from all the gaps and the bulb swayed from side to side, causing his black shadow to drag on the ground and sway, which seemed to highlight the same situation he was in at this time. heart.

The Ports of Chicago aren't alone tonight, as there's still a deal waiting to be done by Dwight amidst the storm.

Even standing under the eaves of the factory, the heavy rain was thrown by the wind, and Dwight's face was still white with pain. He raised his hand to check the time, but found that the second-hand mechanical watch did not know when it was soaked in water. Time Locked at 300:[-] p.m., he couldn't help but curse under his breath to remove the piece of birthday present his wife had been duped into buying him for $[-].

He made up his mind that if the big deal tonight was completed, he would ask his boss to smash the second-hand luxury store in the west of Chicago.The woman in the family who loves extravagant jewelry has been tricked into buying fakes there countless times, and every time he is forced by the strength of the gang behind the store, he dare not come to find fault.

In this age of bravery and ruthlessness, the more ruthless guys you have, the more you can speak. As long as this "big deal" can be successfully completed tonight, then the underground forces in Chicago will be controlled by them. It's all over.

Because the watch was flooded, the time could not be corrected. For the stability of the transaction, everyone in the factory did not carry electronic equipment tonight, and lost the accuracy of the time. Dwight inevitably felt a little anxious. The transaction they agreed with the seller The time is 9:20, and now he, the connector, can't calculate the time accurately, and the weather in the port is as violent as the dragon king turned over. Even if the buyer successfully broke the wind and waves and landed with a nuclear submarine, they can't do it. , there is a high probability that buyers will not be able to find this place to complete the transaction.

In fact, it stands to reason that the weather forecast broadcast the typhoon's entry three days ago, how could they contact the buyer to change the transaction time within three days, but they are still waiting in the storm, not because they died Mind, but Dwight's immediate boss did contact the buyer to change the transaction date, but the other party directly rejected the proposal, and asked for the transaction to be carried out on the original date on the grounds that "the stormy weather is more convenient", but right now Judging from the weather, I am afraid that if the buyer wants to arrive as promised, he must drive a nuclear submarine to board the port, right?
While Dwight was thinking wildly, there was a loud crash of water waves, causing him to retract his head into his collar and turn his head to look at the source of the sound - a huge black shadow was crushed from the big waves like a chariot of gods Pressing down, a blue whale's loud whistle pierced the black rainstorm night, and the white sharp arrow pierced the darkness of the rainy night and shot directly at the edge of the Chicago port. In the light, Dwight could see clearly, the huge The black shadow is a tugboat painted the same color as this rainy night, and it is using incredible horsepower to cut through the oncoming turbulent waves and prepare to forcibly land on the port!
It is unimaginable that there are brave captains who dare to sail in this weather, but Dwight did not question the scene he saw, because he knew it when the other party finalized the trading plan on the stormy night Tonight, none of the people in the center of the eye of the typhoon is a normal person. They are all lunatics, lunatics who seek fame and fortune. Driving a tugboat to the port under a force of eight winds is obviously in line with a lunatic style.

The splash of water dropped by the anchor was immediately swallowed by the big waves, and the tugboat successfully landed and moored at the port. Unlike the ships swaying in the wind and rain like weeds in the distance, this tugboat that came in the night and heavy rain was quiet Lying on the edge of the harbor like a prostrate giant, nothing could shake his majestic body except the doomsday.

A man wearing a raincoat and carrying a black suitcase jumped off the tugboat. After getting off the boat, he raised his hand to shield himself from the wind and rain, and he noticed the flashing signal of a portable flashlight in the distance, three long, one short, and then two short. A long repeating cycle, this is the signal they have set with the seller in advance. After receiving the signal, the man in the raincoat turned around and gestured to his colleagues on the tugboat. Dwight at the factory also immediately received a flashing response from the ship. signal.

Not long after, Dwight, who was standing at the main entrance of the factory, saw a man in a raincoat who broke through the storm and walked towards him firmly and quickly. With the help of the warm yellow light from the factory, he He could clearly see the embossment of a half-decayed world tree sprayed with silver paint on the black suitcase in the opponent's hand.

After confirming the identity of the other party by the symbols, Dwight put his hand in his mouth and blew a loud whistle into the factory, then turned to face the man in the raincoat.

"You are late."

Originally, Dwight wanted to use such an opening statement to take the lead in the next negotiation. He knew what kind of power they were dealing with, but if it showed the decline here, maybe This night of heavy rain will usher in a scene of not-so-fresh big fish eating small fish, so he is going to give the local snake the oppressive force that he should have as soon as he comes up to let the other party know that they are not easy to mess with.

"Where's the stuff?" As expected, before Dwight could say anything, the man in the raincoat passed him and walked quickly to the factory with warm yellow lights, blocking all the words of the local gang's think tank. into the mouth.

"I have to see things as soon as I come up, doesn't it seem too purposeful? The storm is very strong tonight, and there will be many more things in the city that need the police to be busy than usual. No one will come to the port with this kind of weather to trouble us Yes, so slow down my friend." Dwight quickly caught up with the man and walked into the factory. In the depths of the factory, twenty or thirty strong men who could recognize gang members with eyes were already standing on the field. In the middle, there are patterns representing gangs tattooed on their arms. Everyone holds a gun in both hands and places their legs slightly apart in front of their crotch, looking expressionlessly at the oncoming man and their own think tank.

"There's a big storm tonight." The man suddenly stood still and turned to look at Dwight and said a well-known fact.

"Yes, it is indeed raining heavily tonight. The weather forecast says that the wind force will reach a maximum of level 9 tonight, and even pigs can be blown on the street." Dwight hesitated for a moment and chose to answer the man's words.

"So, we didn't come here in such a heavy rain to flirt with you. We give you what you want, and you give us what you want. After the deal is completed, we will go our separate ways. This is what we should do now, instead of letting me listen to you performing those inferior negotiating table tricks in my ears! Do you want to complete this deal now, or do you want to talk nonsense until I turn around and leave?"

Standing under the lights of the factory, Dwight could see the man's face clearly. It was a typical Aryan face, with a long skull and narrow face, extremely three-dimensional facial features, deep-set eye sockets and the bridge of the nose piercing like an iron hook. Eyes, this eagle-like man is probably no more than 25 years old, but his sharp words and sharp aura gave Dwight four times the pressure of his age.

"Okay, okay, the weather is bad today, everyone is very impatient, that's normal." Dwight took a step back decisively, since the other party showed such a tough attitude as soon as they came, it's better for them to show weakness first, since the speech skills can't To solve the problem, in the end, it still depends on the competition of arms.If something really goes wrong, it's not too late to show the guy. For this transaction, their gang has brought almost all of their vitality into this factory.

"Where are the things?" The Aryan man repeated what he had asked when he first came.

Dwight looked at the dozen or so gangsters in the arena, tilted his head slightly, and a road was separated in the middle of the crowd. Behind him was a dark brown coffin, which was dead silent under the warm yellow chandelier. It even silenced the wind and rain outside the factory.

This is Chicago, the third largest city in the United States. The number of private illegal drug and arms transactions throughout the year can reach an astonishing tens of thousands. Now the transaction item that appeared on this rainy night when the typhoon entered was a coffin.

The whole body of the coffin is dark brown. It is made of pure wood but the species of the wood is unknown. From the front, it looks like a half-sided log, but the two sides have a slanted arc in the middle. The front part is large and the rear end is small. There is no doubt that the overall casting style is Chinese style. , but there are paint peelings and bumps caused by mishandling in some places, but the overall appearance is still intact.

And this Chinese-style coffin deserves the most attention, and it is also the most expensive part of this coffin that has not yet been damaged. The Aryan man next to Dwight's eyes fell straight on the dark brown coffin's cover, which is darker than the dark brown coffin. The two rows of Chinese characters written in a blood-brown darker brown span countless years and dynasties.

As one of the best gangs in Chicago, Dwight and his men may be regarded as the top-ranked group of people in terms of force and ferocity, but in terms of knowledge, they undoubtedly lost a hundred times to the mysterious Aryan man in front of them.After several months of hard work, they got this coffin. They only figured out one thing, that is, this thing is a cultural relic, and it is priceless, but they never tried to figure out why this Chinese coffin is so beautiful. What is the meaning of the two lines written in Chinese on the coffin lid?

However, the Aryan man in front of the coffin understood the meaning of those two lines of Chinese at a glance, and quietly recited it in his heart:
[Sludge Dragon Palace, fear of being disrespectful]

Thunder roared outside the factory. Dwight saw the Aryan man staring at him intently. He thought that the deal was done tonight. He turned his head and gave a gang member a look. The crowd immediately closed up to block Dwight's gaze. , the latter put away his gaze and landed on the gang man beside him again.

"Our things seem to satisfy you, what about our things?" Dwight looked up and down the Aryan man, only to see that he was carrying the black box with strange symbols, this guy didn't look like it at all It looks like one hundred full-automatic M16A1 rifles and fifty M911 pistols can be found from the body.

"Back_off." The Aryan man said coldly.

The slightly needle-like cold words seemed to have aroused the nerves of the gangsters with guns. Dwight raised his hand to stop some commotional colleagues, and took the initiative to retreat to leave space for the Aryan men.

His ability to climb to the position of the current gang think tank means that although his brain is not as useful as the Wall Street elite, it is enough to fight bravely in the dark alleys of Chicago and hang out on the streets.The natural mouse temper made him smell a strange aura on this man, which he couldn't even find in those real mafia heroes, but just a while ago he finally remembered this inexplicable feeling. What is it.

——It was the chilling aura of a well-trained soldier.

If it wasn't for the real Tuqiongdagger, Dwight would really not want to do anything to this kind of guy who doesn't know how much power is hidden behind him. Even if the opponent is a foreign power, they are not something gangsters like them can provoke.

After Dwight retreated, the Aryan man squatted down on the spot with a blank expression, put the black box in his hand flat, and entered the code on the touch screen hidden inside the box before the box automatically opened the lock cylinder. Opening the box, there is actually a set of small communication devices, which has a feeling of standard equipment for spies and agents during the Cold War.

Dwight frowned and watched as the Aryan man picked up the microphone on the communication device, said a simple sentence in Chinese he couldn't understand, and then closed the box again.

"I've already contacted my companions on the tugboat. They will arrive here with a forklift in 10 minutes with what you want." The Aryan man lifted the box and looked at Dwight beside him and said calmly. Only then did he realize that the co-author of this oppressive Aryan man with sharp training signs is not the opponent's influencer at all!
——The Aryan man just came to the port to step on the water in advance, and they decided to inform the real person on the black tugboat to continue the transaction after seeing the coffin!

Dwight suddenly became more in awe of the power represented by the half-decayed World Tree, and at the same time, he felt more worried, because the amount of arms they traded with the coffin behind them this time was actually a lion's mouth, but the opposite side Some people agreed to the deal without even thinking about it, which inevitably made them feel that these people were already ready to cheat, and naturally they were not afraid of their extortionate prices.

The 10 minutes were fleeting during the silent wait on the stormy night. The Aryan man took a quick look at the diving watch on his wrist that was many times more exquisite and expensive than Dwight, and arrived just after the second hand completed the last lap At 10 minutes, he looked up at the rainy night outside the factory and said, "Here we are."

At this moment, the thunderstorm finally fell over the city of Chicago. The branch-shaped thunder was like the mysterious inverted tree in "Old Testament Genesis", covering the black sky pale. Under the lightning of the thunderstorm, Dwight saw After seeing the umbrella figure walking on foot in the rainy night, it turned out to be a half-grown child under the light of thunder, wearing a black windbreaker as dark as this stormy night, with rainwater dripping from his messy black hair blown by the wind , the raindrops gathered on the tip of his forehead and fell, and the light golden pupils were reflected in the irregular raindrops when they fell.

Dwight's eyes fell on the golden pupils that were as bright as gas lamps, and he leaned back slightly as if he had been hit by the front of the wall. An inexplicable chill surged up in his heart, and he avoided his sight in an instant and adjusted his somewhat disordered breathing. .And behind him, the gangsters who were rampant and armed themselves with fierceness and fierceness became extremely nervous, and subconsciously turned their heads to avoid the boy who was walking on the stormy night.

When the Aryan man beside Dwight saw the boy approaching, he quickly stepped forward to catch the black umbrella for the boy without saying a word, then retreated respectfully to the boy's side and whispered something in his ear, the boy nodded slightly At the same time, Dwight, who was not far away, fell behind the gang members, where the corners of the dark brown coffin could be vaguely seen.

"I see, let me take care of it. Senior has worked hard." After the Aryan man whispered in his ear, the boy with golden pupils spoke his first words on the night of the storm, and the voice that came out was as expected. The youthful appearance completely matched his young face, and Dwight confirmed once again that this was a boy who was only 16 or 7 years old!

"This...is the person who will represent the transaction tonight?" After the boy spoke, the Aryan man completely retreated behind the scenes, standing behind the boy like a silent guard, and Dwight could only ask the boy, but it seemed that The moment we met each other before, I was frightened by the boy's frightening golden eyes in the dark and stormy night, and his voice was actually a little stiff and astringent.

"Cassel College Class of 2009, acting member of the Executive Department, Lin Nian." The boy stepped forward two steps closer to Dwight and stretched out his right hand and said lightly, "I will only report myself once, which is considered a good one this time." The sincerity expressed by the exchange, but forget everything I said after tonight, or you will bear the consequences."

threaten?Still showing favor?
Dwight couldn't figure out the current situation anymore, he could only hold the boy's hand in a slightly confused way, and started tonight's transaction with this handshake so strong that his right hand hurt.

　ps①: This is two in one!

　　ps②: Sure enough, slow work produces meticulous work (tea)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)