Hei Cang didn’t know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he found himself sleeping in a huge and beautiful room with picture frames of Mongolian warriors hanging on the walls. Hei Cang recognized the famous one hanging in the center. The portrait of Temuzhen, the Khan who once established the famous Mongol Empire, was named "Genghis Khan".
At this moment, a mysterious man wearing a Mongolian shirt and a black mask was sitting opposite him. He was watching him silently, as if to tell him something, but he never spoke, just watching that way. He revealed ardent hope and severe blame from his eyes. He was born to be unruly and unruly, for some reason he was involuntarily tamed by this gaze. He felt pressure, fear, and felt that he was completely exposed by this gaze. There are not many "fragile" left in his heart at this time. Can't hide it anymore. Heikura wanted to yell at the man to get him out, but he couldn't make a sound; he wanted to beat the man hard, but his fist was as soft and weak as cotton, and he couldn't even hit the man. Kurokura struggled, and weakly moved out of the cabin as the cabin swayed.
When Heikang lay on the door frame, he realized that the room was a cabin, and he was staying in a huge boat driving on the vast sea. The wind and waves hit one after another, and the hull began to get more and more turbulent. . Even more bizarre is the cry of babies from time to time on the sea. Hei Cang looked around, the sky was neither bright nor dark, not knowing whether it was day or night, the sea fog was thick and light. All this made Heicang feel dizzy and terrified. He, who was already weak, felt more and more suffocated and helpless. He just wanted to leave the Mongolian warrior sitting in the cabin. He lifted his lead-heavy legs and slammed towards him. Step outside. But soon Hei Cang found that even with the strength of feeding, his legs could only take a small step, moving at a very slow speed like a snail, which made Hei Cang quite annoyed. Will be anxious to sweat profusely.
However, at this moment, the Mongolian warrior suddenly stood up, and Kurokura was even more anxious. He gritted his teeth and rushed out desperately, but he still pushed forward frame by frame like a slow motion movie.
What was even more fateful at this time was that the tall Mongolian warrior began to approach him, and Kurokura almost fell into despair. This is a state of insufficiency called Tiantian should not call the ground, and the subconscious seems to imply that he has already experienced this. It feels irresistible. But Heicang still didn't give up at this time, and was still fighting with fate, until a big hand slapped Heicang's shoulder forcefully.
Heicang's forehead burst into cold sweat in an instant. He turned his head and saw that the Mongolian warrior had one hand on his shoulder, and he had already pulled out a war knife with one hand and held it above his head. He was about to slash it head-on. Heicang shouted for help, pulling his hands forward, but his movements were so weak that he couldn't shake off the powerful arm of the Mongolian warrior.
At this moment, Heicang suddenly felt a huge pain piercing the back of his head. He threw forward with a loud "Ah", and then suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that he was lying under a huge flowerbed, lush and tall. The shade of the tree sheltered Heicang's weak body, the ground was mottled with sunlight, and the surroundings were quiet and mysterious. Only then did Kurokura realize that it was a dream just now, a dream that had been dreamed countless times, a very real and vague dream-the big black ship and the mysterious Mongolian warrior had appeared in Kurokura’s dream countless times. Heikura always thought it was strange, but he couldn't tell the reason.
Hei Cang was sweating profusely, and he kept wiping with his sleeves. Only then did he realize that the black robe and mask from last night had been changed back, and his clothes were already on his upper body.
He thought of Jane. What he worries most now is to Jane. Thoughts and scenes keep flashing in his mind. What will those demons do to Jane? What is the A-level penalty? Would she really be executed? Zhen! Zhen! Zhen! Heicang shouted her name loudly in his heart. The first thing he had to do now was to find her, rescue her, and take her away.
Thinking of this, Heicang tried hard to support his body, but the pain he suffered last night still obviously stimulated his nerves, making his actions much harder than usual.
After a long time, Heicang finally sat up, looking at the luxurious art "palace" that almost cost him his life not far away, and an unknown fire ignited again in his heart, rushing straight to his forehead. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain, just like a divine help, he got up and rushed forward awkwardly towards the iron gate of the Green Garden, like a fat three-legged lizard.
It wasn't until he approached the iron gate that Hei Cang realized that it was as quiet as a tomb at this time. The feast of last night and the people wearing masks had disappeared like ghosts. Only those tall and swaying trees made slight noises from time to time, as if they wanted to tell Hei Cangzhen's whereabouts.
"Asshole, open the door! I want to see Jane! I want to see Jane!..." Heicang's shout was in sharp contrast with the silence inside the iron gate. After a period of "indiscriminate bombing", he was still ignored. He feels desperate, he feels so small and helpless at this time, and the scenes that surround him in front of him and behind him flash in his mind like a dream. He knew that the forces within the iron gate were by no means ordinary. He might die without a place to bury him, but he was unwilling to leave here. He wanted to know Jane's current situation and situation. He suddenly saw the monitor on the iron gate, facing him, monitoring his every move. Heikang turned to the monitor and shouted and gestured again...
At this moment, the phone rang suddenly interrupted Heicang's scolding. The call turned out to be from Engel. Heicang secretly thought: This old fox, it's really not the time. Only then did he think of looking for me, and really wanted to beat him up.
Heicang gritted his teeth and answered the phone. Unexpectedly, before Heicang could answer the call, the other end of the phone exploded, "Mr. Heicang, what are you doing now? You are ridiculous! How could you do such a thing?"
"Engel, you'd better leave it alone, it's my personal business!" Heicang said unceremoniously.
"I don't care?! I give you the invitation letter, I don't care?! I already knew what happened last night, you really disappointed me, you know what you did? How rare is this party, how about you Don't know how to cherish? Do you know who you have offended?! You are so confused! Even the big boss dare not offend someone, you dare to break the rules in his court! You really can't get on the table! Sooner or later you will be ruined on female sex! You..."
"Listen to me, that girl is Jane, my woman! I just want to get her back and take her away!" Kurokuramoto was extremely upset, and was reprimanded by Engel, naturally. Adding fuel to the fire, he yelled at Engel with his throat.
"What? I think you have to pay attention to the way you talk to me, Mr. Kurokura." Engel said coldly, "That girl? Do you call her Jane? I really don't understand what you are talking about, but I only know. You have harmed someone. I am afraid that she is no longer in the world. You still have to die."
Engel’s words were like an iceberg that instantly extinguished Heicang’s anger. He suddenly felt as if he was infused with air-conditioning, and the power of his heart suddenly couldn’t continue, as if it was about to stop, but he was still unwilling to send it out from the corner of his mouth. Some desperate voices: "What are you talking about, Engel, how do you know she is dead?! How do you know!"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then hung up.
Heicang slammed the phone to the ground, and the phone popped far away and flew into the grass.
Just when the black warehouse wanted to attack further, a welcome car approached not far away. Heicang suddenly grabbed the iron gate railing, like a life-saving straw, staring at the welcoming car that was getting closer.
This time it was an elderly gentleman in a formal dress. He didn't stop at the iron gate. Instead, he handed a letter to Heicang, then turned and left. No matter what Heicang shouted, he didn't help. Heicang really wanted to shoot him.
What he held in Heicang's hand was a white envelope that also had a "Q" imprint. Heicang quickly took out a neatly folded piece of white paper with only one line printed on it: Mr. Heicang: There is no woman you are looking for here, everything is in order, and everything must be done according to the rules. It's over now. , Forget everything here, remember! Otherwise you will have a lot of trouble!
Heicang was startled. It seems that the people inside already know his details, just like what Engel said, the relationship between them is also extraordinary. What Engel said may be true, and Jane may really be gone. Dead.
Heicang suddenly calmed down, limped to the lawn, picked up his own phone and started calling.
After a while, as the clatter approached, a domineering H33 military helicopter stopped outside the green garden, and several tall and strong mercenaries quickly rushed to support the black warehouse. After a period of entanglement, Heicang finally left helplessly. H33 cuts through the sky above the green park like an aloof flying eagle, galloping away...