The other party was just a fighting enthusiast trying to buy an antique from her. They talked with each other at her private exhibition. The two chatted for a while and found that it was still speculative, so they exchanged phone numbers. The relationship between the two can only be regarded as nodding acquaintances.
'Hello? who? ' A deep male voice came from the phone.
'Mr Carton? Still remember me? I'm Bassertina. '
'Basertina? Oh. It's Miss Bathertina! How about it? Have you decided to get your hands on that mask? The price is negotiable. 'The other party's tone suddenly became enthusiastic. Basertina regained her spirits, and finally met someone who didn't shirk. A series of unanswered calls and direct refusals made her feel even more irritable.
She calmed down a little bit for a while, as if she saw a loophole in the family's big net. Originally, even the people who exchanged the antiques she had negotiated earlier refused one after another. They all changed their mouths one after another, either they were under some pressure, or they got some other benefits as a reward for closing the net. Now, finally, there is someone who is quite normal.
'About the mask, are you still willing to buy it? 'Basetina asked cautiously.
'That's for sure! Caton replied as a matter of course, "Would you like us to meet, you decide the place!" I fly as fast as possible. '
'good! Just on Shimen Street in New York! There is a nice restaurant there. When you arrive, call me and I will tell you the exact location. Basertina seemed to see hope at once, and her mood quickly improved.
"no problem!"
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hours later.
Galileo Restaurant on Stone Gate Street, New York
The impatient two speeded up at the same time, and the result was that both of them were more than an hour ahead of the scheduled time.
Sitting at the innermost part of the restaurant against the wall, the bald-headed Caton and Basertina stared at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.
The two sat opposite each other on the right side of the restaurant, and there were vague sounds of other guests talking and chatting, as well as the sound of waiters clearing the table and greeting them.
The environment of the restaurant is good, the whole body is soft and light yellow, giving people a gentle and warm taste.
"It seems that we are all here early." Basertina said, she put her hands on the table, and noticed that the other party seemed to hesitate to speak. "I'm sure again, are you really willing to make a deal with me?"
Bald nodded.
"Of course, is there a problem?" He showed a puzzled expression.
"Okay, then let's talk about the details of the transaction." For some reason, Basertina suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if a bug stuck to the net finally broke free and was able to take a breath.
The two began to carefully discuss the market price of the black copper mask. Perhaps in order to thank this little bit of relief in their hearts, Bassertina took the initiative to lower the price by one-third, which made her bald head somewhat inexplicable.
After some questioning, Basertina finally told her situation.
"I want to be free! I want to do what I like! But even such a simple idea can't be realized." She lowered her head seriously with a trace of pain. "I'm at the senior level of professional wrestling now, and I don't want to just give up.
After learning about Bassertina's situation, the bald head seemed to recall the situation of his other friend, and there was a hint of understanding in his eyes.
"I am deeply sympathetic to your situation." He thought for a while, "If you simply want a space that is not controlled by your family's influence, if possible, maybe I can introduce you to a teacher of fighting and fighting. Guaranteed not to be influenced by your family."
Basertina felt that the other party's tone was a bit mysterious.
"What teacher? Are you sure you understand the huge family behind me?"
For a moment, she felt that the identity of the bald Katon seemed to have become a little mysterious.
"You will like it." The bald head smiled and said, "But the teacher I introduced may be very strict. Unless you really like fighting and fighting and are willing to work hard, otherwise it is better not to agree."
"No problem! Then what conditions do you have in exchange?" Basertina asked in a low voice.
"No conditions, that person is also my teacher, he appreciates anyone who is enterprising and dedicated to martial arts, so he is willing to teach his skills, but he also needs to be selected, if you are not qualified, there is no The method has been taught." The bald man was naturally referring to Garen, not only him, but Jay, his wife Hera, and the rest of the Nighthawk executives were constantly looking for good candidates for Garen. Seedlings must not only have a yearning heart in martial arts, but also must have a background background and have sufficient value for use and cultivation.
Poor, rich and powerful, without financial resources, it is difficult to practice real things.
Garen asked everyone to collect such seedlings, and taught various secret martial arts as the fundamental means of controlling and developing forces. Using the channels in the hands of these disciples, they can quickly search for black copper masks throughout the world.
Basertina is just one of many candidates.
The two discussed the time in the restaurant. They left the restaurant with bald heads and got into the car driven by the driver. Then they took out the mobile phone from their clothes and glanced at the text message on it. It was from the Bassertina family. The message contained a hint of threat.
"How dare you threaten me? You really think we are honest and legal businessmen." He sneered.
"Do you want to teach them a lesson?" The driver said with a smile.
"Just a little warning. After all, it's not our territory." The bald head replied casually. "Whoever is speaking, just abolish one hand, don't let it go."
"clear!"
They are lawless masters. As the bosses of African mercenaries, they have a terrifying reputation backed by the King of Nighthawks. Most violent groups are afraid of them. On other people's territory, they don't provoke others. Forget it, now there are still people who dare to provoke them.
These mercenaries are all desperadoes with their heads pinned to their waistbands. They are proficient in killing people. In their spare time, some people even act as killers to get rewards. Now some people take the initiative to provoke them. These are recorded in the governments of various countries. The highly concerned vigilantes are naturally more excited.
It just so happens that the government is busy all day dealing with the civil war among blood clans, and all kinds of homicide cases can't be suppressed, so it happens to be a good opportunity to strike casually.
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Randomly flipping through the photo files on the table, Garen browsed through the ten seedlings selected for him by his subordinates.
Among them were men and women, all between the ages of teens and twenties.
It doesn't matter what he looks like, but his background is all powerful masters in various places, and he is very interested in fighting and fighting, which is just right for him to control the next offline target
Under the light, Garen picked a few from these photo archives and put them aside. These are dispensable, and for the rest, Seidon can teach them alone, and then he can eliminate the sequelae by himself.
For these young people who love fighting, they pursue excitement, adventure and novelty.
Facing a secret martial art that can completely make oneself powerful to a terrifying level in just a few months, I believe that no one can resist such a temptation.
Garen didn't intend to spend too much time on these people. Saidon taught the water bird boxing, and he only needed to inject soul breath into them when adjusting the secret martial arts.
Only with an introduction, can these people truly embark on the path of Duplex Waterbird Fist, and gain rapid and powerful results. The kind of pleasure that even surpasses drug addiction during practice will definitely grab the hearts of these young people.
'Your plan is good, it will help to expand your power, but what is the use of such power? The time period is also a bit longer, and Nadia may appear at any time. The breath of that coin is the coordinates, and the will of the blood of the nine-headed dragon on you is also a signpost to guide her. She will be back soon. I'll see what you do then. '
Black Sass poured cold water on the side. He didn't know that Garen could use the potential breath in the mask to strengthen himself.
Garen didn't bother to talk to him, the more this guy talked to him, the more excited he became.
He divided the photo into two, let the nighthawk guards outside the door come in, took out the two photo materials separately, and sent them to the designated person.
Then he stood up, left the room, and came to a closed room with lead coating on the empty walls.
This room was specially made by him, the floor and walls were covered with silver lead layers, and a small white square platform was placed in the center of the room, on which the brass-colored dragon head coin was generally placed for worship.
After slamming the door shut, Garen walked towards the platform where the coins were.
Peng!
In a trance, Garen only felt dizzy, and his eyes seemed to blur for a while. He suddenly stopped three meters away from the platform.
At some point on the platform, a thin layer of white mist, like water vapor, circled and circled above the coins, gradually condensing into the shape of a ferocious faucet.
Roar! !
The dragon's head roared towards Garen. There was obviously no sound wave, but Garen could hear the deafening dragon's roar.
’ That’s the coordinates that the coins are giving out all the time, and you can try to suppress that. Black Sass suggested, "This can effectively curb the time when Nadia arrives." '
Garen nodded. He knew that he had been dragged into a dream by the aura of the coin. Recently, the movement of the coin was getting louder and stronger, and the power it revealed was getting stronger and stronger. The aura of Nadia kept coming from it. Leaks out of the coins, affecting all surrounding environmental creatures.
After a maid was almost starved to death by being hypnotized by the coin, Garen had someone build such an isolation and confinement room, which was specially used to isolate the increasingly powerful fluctuations of the coin.
"A mere dead thing."
Garen narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.
boom! ! !
Behind him suddenly burst out a large puff of deep blue cold air, and countless cold air quickly solidified and condensed, turning into a ferocious nine-headed dragon image.
Roar! ! !
The nine-headed dragon roared fiercely at the white dragon head.
For a moment, the entire room was completely filled with blue and white mist.
"You can't stop me." Nadia's voice came faintly from the white dragon's roar, full of killing intent.
Regardless, Garen sat cross-legged on the spot, his eyes slightly closed, and the dark blue mist behind him began to surround the white mist from the coins.
(end of this chapter)