Marvel – Immortal Path

Cracking,

The shell of the walkie-talkie made of reinforced plastic was crushed by the palm of the flesh, and Richard Sapa stared at it as he was pierced by the fragments and gushing blood The palm of my hand, I don’t know what I’m thinking.

This is a study room. Miniature milk-white Iao Nick-style stone pillars guard the fireplace made of red bricks. Tower-shaped red pine firewood crackles and sparks flying in all directions. In the dust, there is no way to escape the extinguished strangers.

Above the fireplace are some lifelike animal specimens. Kodiak brown bears hunted from Alaska, North American moose hunted from Minnesota, and even jaguars in the Amazon Basin. These wild beasts are his young It’s hard to believe that the bloated, fat and greasy middle-aged Richard Sapa is also young, frivolous, high-spirited and vigorous if it’s not for the piles of old photos framed in frames on the desk when traveling around the world. The highlight moment.

He bowed down to put his huge weight on his knees. Without using iron tongs, he picked up a piece of wood and threw it into the fireplace at will. The coquettish and charming flame licking the chimney was reflected in his pupils.

A twisted and twisted snake-shaped thunder struck across the night, reflecting the miserable rays of light on the half-hidden window. The gust of wind came in, and the diagonal raindrops wetted the hands on the wooden floor. Weaving Persian blankets-until then did he remember that oneself did not close the window.

The mistress who came out of the bedroom only wore a soft purple silk nightgown. She put her hand on Richard's shoulder and asked softly: "My dear, what happened?"

This woman is just a substitute for oneself after the death of his wife. She is young and blond, with little intellectual nature, acting as a lonely sitter and a nanny with a child.

Richard's back trembled slightly. He didn't turn around. He still stared at the burning fire. He just pried his numb tongue and said hoarsely: "Go and take the children Wake up and take them all to the secret room."

He didn't explain why he did it. Fortunately, the other party didn't follow up. It was just docile and nodded, leaving only the drumbeat of the rainstorm beating on the glass window.

"...I see."

The mistress twitched her nose and kissed Richard on the cheek before leaving.

This manor was built by the first generation of Mr. Sapa. It has been inherited for more than 70 years. Richard is familiar with every brick and every tree, just as he is familiar with own Same as the skin.

He walked to the window and completely opened the half-covered glass window. The gust of wind blew up his robe, and the water vapor wetted his forehead hair, allowing the bone-chilling cold to soak all over his body.

The thunderbolt thunder resounded endlessly, illuminating the manor all around as bright as day, like a fantasy. A thin silhouette in a raincoat wandered between the heavy rain, step by step approached gradually.

Li Ang is here, with a knife and axe and blood-reeking qi.

"That’s it."

Richard closed the window nonchalantly and went down to the living room. Waiting in the hall, there are only more than 20 adult men of the family armed with guns standing around.

Antonio is a calm and thin man. He threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground, vomiting in the fog and saying: "I have already called, a few people in Gotham City There are still more than 70 guys from the base, because they will have to be there for a while because of the heavy rain."

You don’t have to think about how dangerous it is to travel in such a cruel natural disaster, but In the face of the probability of family overturning, nothing is a priority.

"It's not necessary, we can't stop him." Richard shook the head, "You all get out, go to the secret room, or go to the warehouse, hide."

He slack I brought a chair to the ground, sat unceremoniously in the middle of the living room, took off the emerald ring from my finger, and handed it to my brother: "After I die, you will be the patriarch."

" Throw the ring on the ground, I won’t want it.” Antonio raised his eyelids indifferently and glanced at him, without moving, he still leaned against the wooden fence of the stairs and smoked each minding their own business: “Our nephew My compatriots died on this rainy night. Impossible just left."

Richard swept across the faces of others, looked at the youngster’s firm and steady expressions, opened his mouth, and said bitterly, "It’s useless. It's just a futile struggle that's all."

Antonio straightened up and put his submachine gun on his shoulder, "That man, what does he want."

"I don't know."

"We can buy him, one million, ten million, or even one hundred million, he will always be fed."

Richard was silent, his eyes were deep In the long run, it seems to have crossed this manor.

"Antonio, do you remember DB Cooper?"

"The wanted man in 1971?"

"Yes." Richard nodded, "On Wednesday, November 24th, a man in a trench coat and a suitcase in Portland, Oregon, boarded Northwest Airlines’ NW305 aircraft. 10/7/2021 15:00 After calling for bourbon, He hijacked the entire plane with the bomb in the take action bag, and demanded 200,000 USD in cash and an umbrella bag for landing on the plane."

Richard's voice did not have a trace. Telling this well-known story in the United States, “The police used a lot of manpower and material resources to get the 10,000 unnumbered 20-dollar bills that Cooper requested, and took photos of these bills in a short time and wrote down the numbers. At 5:30 in the afternoon, the plane landed at Seattle SeaTac Airport."

Although Antonio didn’t know why Richard told this story in great detail, he still respected his brother and was patient. listen.

"It was the same torrential rain as tonight. Cooper let 36 passengers and a stewardess off the plane, but still hijacked 4 crew members. After a short 15-minute refueling time, The plane took off again."

The windows in the lobby were still blown by wind and rain, and thunder flashed by, acting as a bleak background sound for Richard's narration.

"In the Luis River basin, 40 kilometers west of Portland, DB Cooper parachuted. The FBI and local police conducted a dragnet search, and found nothing. They even released part of the number of 200,000 U.S. bills. , I hope the people can provide information."

Antonio took over his brother’s story: "Nine years later, in 1980, a little child dug nearly 300 copies in the Columbia River Basin and was burned. After checking the information, it’s Cooper’s money. He used the dollar bills to start a bonfire. To this day no one has found Cooper himself and the remaining dollar bills. For God’s sake, you What's the point of telling this story?!"

Richard lifts the head, looking directly at the round dome in the living room, "Wednesday, November 24, 1971, at that time you could not walk, After visiting a seriously ill aunt in Portland, my father and I were about to fly to Seattle to deal with the local business."

Antonio's eyes widened suddenly, realizing something. .

"DB Cooper was sitting next to me, and I was only half a meter away from the most famous Legendary robber in United States and even the world history," Richard sighed, "I see Through his eyes, underneath his kind appearance is indifference and contempt for everything. Some people are destined to be unable to buy them. The world in their eyes is different from what we think."

Bang!

The door was kicked open by brute force, Li Ang walked in with his rain boots, the background board was the roaring thunder angered by the flurry of dancing, and the violent torrential rain.

"gentlemen, please let me, come and take you gently into this cool night."