Boom! ! !
In a large and empty cathedral, a black figure was smashed against the wall in an instant, like a butterfly stuck to a spider web. The figure opened its arms, and was stuck by countless bright green silk screens on the wall behind it, unable to move.
He opened his mouth and roared, but made no sound. This figure is completely black, as if the whole body is composed of black shadows, there is no face at all, only a little white light inside the mouth can be seen when the mouth is opened wide.
"What kind of dream is this?" Gallon stood in the middle of the church inexplicably. He seemed to feel that there were crowds watching him from all directions. When he looked around, he couldn't see anyone except himself, only the one who was glued to the wall. The black figure on the
This was the first time he had such a dream, and he had never seen everything around him, and he was 100% sure, because any point of the patterns on the surrounding church walls gave him an unusual sense of strangeness.
"Black Sass?" He whispered, but there was no reaction in his mind.
He raised his head and looked at the black figure struggling on the opposite wall. The man roared wildly with his mouth wide open, trying to break free from the network above. But that weird green death tightened even more.
Garen tried his best to keep his attention and not let himself be distracted by everything around him, otherwise the dream would turn into a mess again.
He kept an eye on everything around him. The church is blurry and chaotic, and the surrounding patterns can be seen clearly, but it is blurry when you look closely.
There are tall golden portraits standing on both sides of the surrounding, each of them is more than ten meters high with both hands holding their long swords.
Garen raised his feet and walked slowly in the church. He walked under the stuck human figure and reached out to touch the huge green silk screen. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a transparent layer between him and the screen. What he touched was the hard and smooth surface of the glass-like compartment.
Woo.
A faint sound came from his ears in a daze, and Garen felt his vision blurred slightly, and his eyes blurred for a while.
"Hmm." He opened his eyes and slowly got up from the recliner.
The dream just now was so real and novel that he still had a fresh memory when he woke up.
He was lying on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor, and the alarm of the mobile phone beside him was ringing rhythmically. It was his pre-set time alarm.
Pulling off his pajamas, Garen got off the sofa and stood up. There was silence in the small living room, and the maids all went back to their rooms to rest. At night, the curtains of the French windows in the living room were constantly blown up by the wind. The wind blows in one after another.
Garen walked to the balcony and looked out.
Some of the lights in the distance are fixed and some are moving. Only one or two shops are still open on the opposite street, and the rest are closed. From time to time, a few motorcycles speed by, breaking the complete silence.
He picked up the phone from the coffee table, and there was a text message from Rafael, a message from his parents, and a message from Jason, urging him to go back and check sometime.
Another message came from a bald head.
Ever since he lost one of his eyes, this guy has always hated Lei Bai's daughter and wanted revenge, but he didn't take any action under Garen's intimidation. But his character became more and more brutal.
Click on the information of the bald head.
'Discovering the clue to the mask, an old family collection in Europe had such a mask at a private exhibition. We are negotiating with the other party, hoping to acquire it, but the other party's attitude is a bit firm and does not intend to sell the mask. Looking for another way. '
The text message was sent at eleven o'clock last night. Garen checked the current time, and it was three twenty-five in the morning.
It should have been eight or nine o'clock in the morning on the bald side.
Garen sent a text message directly to the other side.
'He can reveal a little bit of his identity, and if he is willing to make a move, he can gain our Nighthawk's friendship to a certain extent. '
After waiting for a while, there was a reply soon.
"Boss, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Our Nighthawks have almost no market in Europe. The main area is occupied by mercenary groups here. It would be easy to do in Africa, but here... But now it seems that there is a breakthrough." '
'What conditions do they need, let them open, as long as it is not excessive, you can agree, but remember the bottom line. ' Gallen replied.
'clear. '
Garen put down his phone, and he had already vaguely felt the unusualness of the black copper mask. After the mask was put on his face, it was able to intermittently send out subtle airflow of potential value, which flowed into his body.
Obviously, Garen remembered that he had absorbed all his potential before, but now there is a new breath of potential.
This suddenly increased his curiosity about masks.
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"I promised you, Bathertina. I will not interfere with your private life until you are twenty years old." In a gorgeous study room, a white-haired old man was speaking to a young girl in a low and serious manner.
"You are nineteen years old this year, and you will soon be twenty, and you will hold a birthday party for your twentieth birthday. I, your mother, and your grandma all hope that you can share in the business that is the backbone of the family." The old man paused After a pause, "You like to collect, we will follow you, you like to fight, we support, and you like to make movies, it doesn't matter. However, you must clearly understand that your future is different from those of your companions. Our The career, the career that the elders have worked hard for, needs you to grasp and hold on, so as not to let our hard work go to waste. This is your responsibility as a member of the family. It is also the price you should pay for enjoying all this."
The young girl was wearing a white T-shirt and ripped jeans. She looked like an ordinary bad girl. The girl was big and thick, and her face was a bit like a man. There was no trace of beauty. Figure out how to praise the type.
The pores of the skin on the body are large, neither white nor black, but with a dirty yellow color. She has short hair that looks like withered weeds, small eyes, big nose and big mouth. As a young girl, she has indeed inherited the shortcomings of her parents, but she has not inherited any of her parents' advantages.
At this time, she listened attentively to Grandpa's reprimand, but her heart was peaceful.
"Aren't you twenty yet? I know what to do after my birthday." Basertina replied calmly.
"What we're afraid of is that you don't understand." Grandpa retorted. "You have to distinguish what is the real thing. In this world, only power is the most powerful thing and the sharpest weapon. Second is money. Up to now, you have been chasing meaningless things."
"That's not meaningless." Basertina retorted, "It is dazzling and powerful to reach the peak in any field."
"So what? Our relationship can invite you world-class movie stars, world-class fighting coaches, and the best kinds of antiques. The top people in these fields, they only make tens of millions of dollars a year, At most hundreds of millions of income, public opinion is manipulated in the hands of us behind the scenes, fading out, cooling down, and being excluded from the industry, it is too easy to block them." The old man replied indifferently.
"The public won't be fooled so easily." Basertina frowned.
"You're wrong." The old man shook his head, "The people are the easiest to be fooled because they can't see the facts at the first time. This era is the age of technology. Anything real can become fake, and anything fake can be faked." become real,"
"Forget it, I don't want to argue with you. I understand what you mean. I'll be ready." Basertina stood up, patted her pants, turned and opened the door and walked out of the study.
After getting out of her grandfather and driving the car slowly along the tree-lined path, Basertina felt a deep sense of unwillingness for some reason.
In the face of a huge family, she looks so weak and fragile. The social circle she worked so hard to build was just a joke in the eyes of the family. They could easily destroy all her relationships and completely isolate her.
But she doesn't give in, she loves collecting and fighting, and spends a lot of money and energy on these two things every year.
Taking out her mobile phone, she dialed a friend's number.
'Hello Kamu? How are things going at the latest exhibition? '
'What? You have something to do at home, maybe you can't attend the exhibition? '
'Okay, okay, how about we meet up in the afternoon and go shopping? Just treat it as a relaxation, something urgent? All right.'
After hanging up the phone, Basertina dialed another number again.
'Chris what are you doing? What! Are you moving? I'll come over to see you off right away! '
'No? Alright alright.'
Another friend inexplicably became indifferent.
Basertina already felt that the big net woven by the family gradually began to close, and she was powerless to resist.
Gritting her teeth, she dialed a number again, this time the other party didn't answer at all, and no one answered.
Number by number is constantly changed and dialed out.
Friends, fellow enthusiasts, members of an association, the collection association's phone calls, either did not answer, or all kinds of bad news, the collection association she organized and even most of the members quit one after another, and the entire association was on the verge of collapse.
boom!
"Shit!"
Basertina punched the steering wheel hard, and the car stopped suddenly, followed by the sound of brakes.
Her circle is so fragile, no one can resist the pressure of her family, which is oppressed from all areas of society, heavy and suffocating.
Constantly, she tried one phone number after another, but all the calls were either hopelessly silent or politely rejected.
Gradually, she expanded it to anyone she knew and exchanged calls with. She dialed numbers one by one, but the result was still helpless and desperate. She thought that the huge and complicated network of relationships seemed extensive, but they were still under the control of the family's power, without exception.
With growing despair.
Finally, with the last hope in mind, she made a phone call.
It was the number of a stranger I met when I went to the United States to participate in a fighting exchange competition. She is trying to find a place that the family power cannot touch.
(end of this chapter)