I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Late at night, on the edge of London, this is a lawless place where even the patrol police will not set foot, a darkness that cannot even shine through the light of street lights.

Looking from a distance, this section of the putrid river is shrouded in greasy shadows, with only an extremely weak small oil lamp lighting up.

The oil lamp was suspended in the darkness, with a circle of scarlet stars flashing on and off around it - that was the cigarette held in the mouth of the watcher.

In the center of the entire row of warehouse streets, in front of a narrow abandoned warehouse, a square wooden cargo box was set up as a table. Several idle watchers were sitting in a circle, using the The oil lamp on the table lights the time, gambling and games are used to pass the time.

Suddenly the wind and rain started, and the raindrops fell in patter, making the dim riverside street even more greasy.

The gathered watchers muttered a few words and did not go into the warehouse to take shelter from the rain. They just carried a thick tarpaulin and propped it up with wooden sticks to serve as a simple rainproof tent, and then continued their gambling game in the wind and rain. .

Old Kono looked at the three opponents in front of him with a deep expression. A hint of bright red and gray flashed in his pupils. He looked around at the three people on the opposite side who were either uncertain, confident or ready to attack. , a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He took a deep breath and exhaled thick smoke from his nose. Then he stood up suddenly, slapped the cards in his hand on the table of the wooden box, and shouted excitedly: "Hahaha, open your eyes wide. Clearly... what is blackjack!"

After Werner, who was originally confident, counted the opponent's cards and indeed totaled 21 points, he angrily threw down the cards in his hand that could reach 20 points and cursed angrily: "Farke, you are so unlucky!"

"What a fucking piece of luck, old Kono, are you cheating?" Cole, who was ready to go, looked at the nineteen points in his hand and threw down the cards angrily.

"Sigh...Fortunately, I didn't bet too much this round." Cheeks, who was uncertain, said thankfully.

"Hahaha, good luck is coming. You can't even stop it!" Old Kono laughed and drank the whole bottle of beer. He suddenly felt like urinating. He grabbed the betting bills of the other three people and stuffed them all into Go in the crotch.

"Hahaha, wait for me to go to the toilet first and come back later to fight again. I must win tonight and you will even lose your pants!"

"Bah, you're a lucky guy." Cole drank a bottle of beer, threw the bottle into the dirty and fast river nearby, and said angrily: "You wait for the next one, I will definitely win it back. ”

"You're still being arrogant, Cole. Your poor card skills are even worse than my dim-sighted mother. You still think you can compare with the old Kono who has been running all the major underground casinos for many years?!"

Old Kono picked up the round Scottish hat on the box and put it on the top of his head with sparse hair. He tightened his clothes and walked into the narrow passage between the two warehouses.

There are eaves extending from the roof of the warehouse to block rainwater, and the narrow passage can be protected from the unbridled invasion of wind and rain, but the environment seems particularly dark.

Even if you straighten your arms, you can't see your fingers clearly. If you don't pay attention, you will step on a glass wine bottle that someone has discarded here.

Old Kono shook his drunken head and walked deeper into the alley with one hand on the wall... According to legends from other brothers in the gang, Cheeks and Werner had that kind of relationship! I have to walk a little further to go to the toilet!

He walked all the way to the middle of the narrow passage, and after making sure that it was so dark that he could not even see the outline of the body, he felt relieved and released the heat that was almost uncontrollable.

As the smelly heat rose from his feet, after Old Kono released his urge to urinate, he felt extremely comfortable all over his body. He couldn't help but shiver, "Huh, it's really——"

Before the comfortable words could be uttered, Old Kono felt a chill in his heart, and some kind of tearing pain extended from his back to his chest. He only felt that his vision immediately became dim, and he even had diarrhea in the narrow passage. The faint light that penetrated became dark.

He tried desperately to struggle, to cry out for help... Damn it, Werner or Cheeks, you guys just look at me!

However, the blood loss and heartache left him unable to resist or cry out. He tried his best but could only put his palm over his heart, feeling the unprecedented hot wetness and smelling the fishy smell of urine rising from his feet... Old Kono Before he even had time to think about the unfinished regrets he had in this world, he closed his eyes permanently.

The attacker gently supported the body that smelled of alcohol, so that the opponent would not fall to the ground immediately and make a sound. Then he took off the opponent's jacket that was stained with alcohol and oil, put it on his shoulders, and put on the opponent's classic hat. The Scottish round hat slowly walked out of the narrow channel, imitating the other party's posture.

Cole, who had shuffled the cards, looked at the old Kono who was slowly walking out of the shadows, and saw the old guy who had taken advantage of him but didn't know how to restrain his anger. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

He suddenly felt wary. Could it be that the old guy was hiding his cards in the narrow passage? !

It happened that Cole also saw something that seemed to be hidden in the sleeves of the other person's hand. He thought to himself, damn, this old guy must have cheated. No wonder he opened blackjack several times tonight! ! !

He slammed the table and shouted to old Kono who was walking slowly: "Damn it, old guy, what are you holding in your hand?! Are you secretly hiding your cards?!"

Werner and Cheeks turned their heads when they heard this, but they saw three sharp silver lights shooting at them!

The three of them immediately broke out in cold sweats and sobered up immediately... But it was too late. Before they could react, three short sharp blades had already pierced deeply into their throats, accurately cutting off their vocal cords, turning their cries for help into vague gurgling sounds.

The only sound the three guards could make was the sound of falling from the chair. When they covered their throats and prepared to take out their guns to defend themselves, three muffled popping sounds suddenly rang out in the shadows not far away, which seemed extremely unnoticeable under the cover of the whistling wind and rain.

But the pain of the cold and hot metal bullets piercing their heads was so obvious that even the thought of "there is a second person!" in their hearts was interrupted, and they had already died forever in their surprise and doubt.

Watson quickly pulled out the three sharp blades from the corpse, wiped them clean and put them back into the holster under his windbreaker, then pulled out the revolver that he had not had time to use just now.

He looked at the tightly sealed windowless warehouse, and finally looked at the horizontal sliding gate that seemed to be tightly closed but was actually half-open, with a faint yellow light leaking out from the gap between the doors.

He covered his head with his right hand, signaling Nello to cover him.

Then he suddenly opened the horizontal door, moved his body close to the door panel, used the thick door panel as a cover, and pointed the pistol in his hand at the interior of the warehouse and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

The two guards in the middle of the warehouse fell to the ground first, with a little bright red blood stain on their eyebrows, and some turbid slurry leaking out of them.

The other guards immediately reacted, shouting and cursing in response with friendly and warm gunshots.

Under the illumination of the bright muzzle flashes, Watson could see the distribution of people inside. He immediately rolled away from the wooden door that was about to be smashed into a sieve, and gestured to Nello who was still immersed in the crossfire - the three people on the left are left to you, and the four people on the right are left to me.

Nello Bacchus nodded silently and slowly stepped back.

The warehouse guards were obviously amateur fighters. Once they encountered the enemy, they would be impatient to pour out all their ammunition. This round of concerted rain of bullets was more violent than the storm outside the house. The two-finger-thick door panels were broken by bullet holes under this violent attack, and the broken door panels were scattered with wood chips.

But Watson and Nello had already left the door. They had been counting the shots of the warehouse guards silently, waiting for the rhythm of the attack to slow down... In less than three seconds, the gunshots inside the warehouse had begun to slow down temporarily.

They heard someone shouting from inside, "Quick, you guys load the ammunition, I'll watch the door--"

Before the kind-hearted guard could finish his words, two figures rushed out of the door. The attacking figures ran quickly and fired accurately. Their gunshots were particularly oppressive and muffled, but the power of the bullets they fired was not reduced at all.

A turbid blood flower bloomed on the forehead of the guard who spoke, and then even the only oil lamp hanging high in the room went out. Sparks burst out in the sound of broken glass, and the whole warehouse fell into absolute darkness. Only the white lightning flashed by from the sky.

The panicked guards, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, quickly crouched and hid behind the bunkers, quickly loading bullets into the magazines.

The two skilled guards had reloaded their guns. They hid behind the bunkers, raised their guns and fired continuously at the positions on both sides of the door. Even if they could not hurt the enemy, they would use this to cover the actions of their brothers in the gang. They lowered their voices and shouted to their brothers to light the lights.

Then there were muffled and strange gunshots, hitting the wooden box bunker where the two were. Fortunately, the box contained goods made of gold and silver, which blocked all the attacking bullets.

At the same time, the guards also identified the position of the attackers through the gunshots. The guards who had loaded the ammunition during the breathing gap immediately stood up and frantically pulled the trigger at the target. The flames of the guns that lit up again illuminated the environment inside the warehouse clearly.

But the guards, who were in an excited state of adrenaline, fired at the wooden boxes on both sides of the door that could serve as bunkers. Those wooden boxes were just empty boxes prepared to load the next batch of goods, and they would definitely not be able to withstand our continuous rain of bullets.

Sure enough, after another round of bullets, they saw blood flowing from the wooden boxes on both sides of the door with the help of the re-ignited oil lamps. The attackers' hands were also exposed from behind the boxes, drooping on the ground, unable to hold the pistols.

Three of them were in front, and four were behind, walking steadily towards the wooden boxes that were slowly oozing blood... Hey, I didn't expect that these two invaders were quite tasteful and used the same guns as our gang.

"Wait, something's wrong! Aren't these shoes the ones Werner bought recently--" The alert guard had already discovered the problem, and he shouted to remind his brothers to be alert.

But Watson and Nello, who had already quietly sneaked into the warehouse, jumped up immediately. The two looked at the backs of the people moving towards the bait position. They pulled the trigger in the shadows where the oil lamp could not illuminate. Twenty-five muffled gunshots rang out in succession. The bullets from the four pistols poured out without reservation, all splashing on the seven targets who were particularly conspicuous because they were surrounded by the oil lamp.

In just one breath, the remaining watchers had completely lost their vitality. They lay unwillingly in a pool of bright red blood shed by themselves and their gang brothers, staring blankly at the dim ceiling.

Before the blood of the watchers turned to dry dark red, Watson and Nello had already found the target of their trip - a pile of crates tied with marking tapes.

They picked up the crowbars prepared here and opened the sealed crates one at a time. They saw that there were all kinds of antiques with strange shapes and heavy historical atmosphere hidden inside, including valuable books with leather covers and some with weird looks. decorations.

In the crate that Watson opened, he did not see the target of his trip - the wooden doll made by the extinct Marruvim people, a mysterious tool that could help him fully understand the secret of thunder.

But he found four dilapidated books at the bottom of the box. The simple covers and yellowed pages all showed the age and weight of the books... This must be the occult science related to secret transmission. books!

He looked at the covers of the pile of books that seemed to contain Si Chen's secrets. The names of the books were unabashedly displayed on them - "The Battle of the Wall", "The Sermons of Hypatia" and "The Sermons of Nuriel" "The Diary of Lord Franklin Bancroft"

These ancient books seem to be exuding some kind of fatal attraction. They will be like delicacies in the eyes of a glutton, sweet wine in the nose of a drunkard, and immature sheep in the eyes of a hungry wolf...

Watson couldn't help but hold up the "Battle of the Wall" on the top. The cover of the book was signed with the author's name - Solip Sistos.

He looked at the author's sharp signature and felt that each stroke seemed to be carved by a sword. There was a faint cold light flowing through the handwriting, and even the blade in the soul began to clang excitedly. , seemed to be urging him to quickly turn the pages of the book.

Watson couldn't help but want to open the pages of the book and browse it hungrily, greedily absorbing the knowledge and strengthening his soul.

"Chief Watson, stop it!"

Nero Bacchus, who was unpacking another crate at the side, immediately rushed over and stopped Watson from continuing. "These books may contain high-level secret knowledge. It is very possible to read them rashly." It will cause you to receive Sichen's secrets that you can't bear, and you will lose control and become distorted!"