"Woo woo woo..."
Vigo woke up from his coma and looked around. It was pitch black all around, with only a few rays of silver-blue light shining through the ceiling.
Where is this
Vigo tried to struggle to get up, but with a loud thud, he and the chair behind him fell directly to the ground.
Only then did he realize that his hands and feet were tied to the chair.
No, we have to escape quickly.
Vigo remembered that before he fell into a coma, a special forces team broke into his villa, slaughtered all his bodyguards, and he himself was hit by a tranquilizer bullet.
Vigo gritted his teeth, pressed his knees hard on the ground, and crawled on the ground with all his might like a hunched shrimp.
The solid wooden chair weighing hundreds of pounds behind him made it difficult for him to breathe.
Vigo didn't dare to stop. Even though his knees were in burning pain, he didn't care at all!
Breathe in and out...
After crawling for more than ten meters, Vigo's whole body suddenly stiffened, and a heavy gasp suddenly came from above his head.
Vigo raised his head with great effort. In the dim light, he saw an upright cabinet in front of him. The panting sound came from the top of the cabinet.
What's in the closet? An enemy? Or an unlucky guy like him
Vigo didn't know, nor did he want to know.
What he wants now is to leave this damn place as soon as possible.
The knees rubbed against the cold ground, leaving two long bloody marks.
The smell of blood seemed to stimulate the things in the cabinet. Vigo heard the breathing becoming heavier and heavier, and he could even hear the crackling sound of nails scratching the steel plate.
Vigo struggled to crawl. In front of him, a green light rose and he felt a little hope.
When he finally moved to the front of the green light, the scene before him completely scared him crazy.
In front of him was a big pit, a huge sinkhole, which was filled with corpses.
There were piles of skeletonized corpses, with green flames glowing in the eye sockets of the hollow skulls, staring straight at him.
The green light he had just seen was actually the flames in the eye sockets of those white bones.
"ah!… "
Vigo let out meaningless roars in fear, venting his inner panic.
Kakaka…
There were continuous strange clicking sounds, and the skeletons in the tiankeng began to twist like puppets. Vigo even saw one of the skeletons take off its own skull and tuck it under its armpit.
Drip, yellow urine flowed down Vigo's trouser legs.
The gangster boss was so frightened by the horrifying scene before him.
"Oh my God! Is this hell?"
Vigo collapsed weakly on the ground, a bald old man in his fifties, crying like a three-year-old child.
"Mr. Vigo, this is not hell!"
A leisurely voice came from behind Vigo, and as the voice fell, several huge lights on the ceiling lit up at the same time.
Vigo's eyes were blinded by the bright light and he could not open them for a moment. He blinked hard for a long time before he got used to the bright light.
In front of him was a huge circular platform paved with bluestone, surrounded by a row of pitch-black upright coffins. The cabinet he had just touched was obviously this kind of oriental coffin.
Thinking of the strange sound coming from the coffin just now, Vigo couldn't help swallowing.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
Vigo raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.
In the middle of the bluestone altar, there is a long red sandalwood table, and on the long table, there is a small stone mill the size of a human head.
Vigo watched helplessly as the Asian man in a white Tang suit put a still beating heart into the millstone, poured in red powder and a bag of pale fangs, and then began to shake the millstone.
The stone mill turned, and blood-red liquid flowed into the stone inkstone at the bottom.
When Vigo saw this strange scene, his scalp suddenly felt tingling and his teeth chattered.
"Mr. Vigo, I heard that you are running an arms business in New York. Is it doing well?"
After grinding cinnabar, the vampire's heart blood and fangs into a blood inkstone.
Tang Song took out a stack of yellow paper from the side of the long eucalyptus, took a white jade brush from the pen holder, dipped it in blood ink, and held the brush in his hand. Tang Song did not rush to write. He raised his head slightly and looked at Vigo.
"Are you after the New York arms market?!"
Vigo struggled to stand up from his knees, staring at the Asian youth in front of him.
Vigo feared the devil, but a devil would not be interested in the arms market.
The courage as a gangster boss returned to him, and Vigo tried hard to maintain his dignity, but the wet feeling in his crotch made him very uncomfortable.
"Let me go, I will withdraw from the New York arms market, and I will leave the business here to you!"
"I want the New York arms market, and your smuggling routes and customers are all mine too!"
The handle is made of white jade, and the tip is made of twenty-year-old weasel hair. The brush moves like a dragon, and the ink is splashed, and the blood-ink outlines spiritual patterns on the yellow paper.
When Tang Song finished the last stroke, green light appeared on the talisman paper.
"Pooh!"
Vigo spat heavily on the ground and cursed Tang Song viciously in Russian.
"Kill me if you can. Russians are not afraid of death!"
Vigo stretched his neck and glared at Tang Song with a red face.
"Death," Tang Song chuckled and pointed around with his brush: "Do you think death is the end for me?"
Vigo turned his head and looked around at the strange environment, the upright coffins, and the mountains of bones in the stone platform sinkhole. Vigo felt that the courage he had finally mustered was fading like the tide.
"Okay, I promise you, as long as you let me go, the customer list and smuggling routes will all be yours!"
"Well, that's right. If Mr. Vigo does this, we can be friends!"
Tang Song laughed, "Kane, take Mr. Vigo downstairs to wash up, you are too rude to treat the guests!"
Kane walked out from the shadows, walked to Vigo's side, untied the rope tied around him, and half-supported and half-escorted him to the elevator on the side.
"By the way, arrange two Ukrainian beauties for Mr. Vigo. It's my treat!"
The elevator slowly rose, and Tang Song continued to draw talismans calmly.
Drawing talismans means attaching one's own spirit, energy and soul onto talisman paper, and using the talisman paper as a medium to perform magic.
If you don’t know the trick to drawing talismans, you will make ghosts and gods laugh. If you know the trick to drawing talismans, you will make ghosts and gods scream.
In the Tang and Song dynasties, the essence of drawing talismans was somewhat similar to the integrated circuits of a computer.
The spiritual patterns drawn with blood ink are the circuits on the integrated circuit board, and the spells drawn with the spiritual patterns are similar to computer programs.
However, drawing talismans requires human essence, true energy, and magic power.
Integrated circuits are powered by electricity.
Gold wire has the best conductivity in integrated circuits. After many experiments, Tang Song discovered that blood ink made from a vampire's heart blood mixed with cinnabar is very effective for drawing talismans.
… …
"boss!"
Tang Song came out of the secret room, and Ryan, Kane and Frank were all there.
Three people were sitting around the table, each with a few playing cards in front of them. Judging from the card patterns, they were playing blackjack. Seeing Tang Song walk out of the elevator, Lai En stood up and greeted him.
Kane and Frank nodded to Tang Song as a greeting.
"This is the little Vajra Talisman I drew. Each of you can take a few and carry them with you. They can protect you from ordinary small-caliber firearms!"
A stack of yellow paper with doodles on it was placed on the table.
Frank picked up a piece of paper and looked at it carefully. It was just an ordinary yellow paper with some symbols drawn on it. Could this paper withstand bullets from small-caliber firearms
"Bang!"
Before Frank could raise his question, a gunshot rang out.
A golden light appeared on his body, spreading from the surface of his body and forming the shape of a golden bell.
A shrunken bullet slid down the surface of the golden bell and fell on the carpet.
Kane nodded and put away the military pistol in his hand as if nothing had happened.
Frank looked at Kane and was about to get angry when the yellow talisman in his hand suddenly caught fire. In two or three breaths, it burned into a pile of ashes.
"Okay," Tang Song waved his hand and motioned for the two to sit down: "Kane, how well do you understand Vigo's business?"
Kane nodded: "Vigo's uncle was once a major general in the logistics department of the former Soviet Union, responsible for the weapons management of a war zone. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, his uncle smuggled a large number of weapons out. Currently, this batch of weapons is being sold by him and his cousin!"
Tang Song took the glass of red wine handed over by En and said with a mocking smile:
"He has been selling things since the collapse of the Soviet Union until now. It seems that this major general has robbed a lot of things!"
After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, countless weapons were lost. According to underground gossip, even nuclear warheads were sold during this period.
"But now these things belong to us!"
"By the way, what's the name of Vigo's cousin?" Tang Song took a sip of the slightly bitter red wine and said, "Don't let this cousin disturb our business!"
"Yuri Orlov, according to Vigo, this man is an international arms dealer! He is now in the Middle East!"
Yuri Orlov, hearing this familiar name, Tang Song didn't think much and said casually: "Kane, you and Frank take people to Russia and take the things in the warehouse back. If anyone gets in the way, kill them!"