If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

In the evening of May 20, 2009, it rained heavily.

Thick black clouds coiled like pythons over the Port of Chicago. After the last thunderstorm in late spring, tens of thousands of tons of water fell overwhelmingly. Strong winds from far to near were making waves in the port at the pace of showers. Hundred-ton steel ships huddled in the port and creaked.

The Stars and Stripes on the port stood straight, and the whistle in the distant downtown Chicago was faintly heard in the heavy rain. The old man in the night watch room locked the window, hid in the chair, took a sip of beer, put on velvet earmuffs, and ended early. Tonight's work.

The Chicago weather forecast predicted the arrival of this typhoon three days ago. Judging from satellite photography from outside the universe, a white cyclone the size of an onion ring, also nicknamed "Onion", emerged from the North Atlantic on May 17. It landed in New Jersey, and after three days of plundering along the way, it passed through Pennsylvania, Michigan, and Wisconsin, and was finally driven to Illinois, where Chicago is located, by a gust of evil wind from the Hudson Bay in the north.

The port of Chicago, one of the largest ports in the United States, became the landing place of the typhoon codenamed "Onion". When the black wind and the white and spicy rain made the port workers' cheeks turn red at 5:30 in the evening, the entire The port area began to sound the clarion call to evacuate the port, leaving only an old night watchman with seven times the salary and thousands of tons of containers outside the equipment factories.

The night watch is just a formality, because no one can leave and enter the port in the weather of a typhoon. Even a thousand-ton cargo ship has difficulty docking at the port. A slightly lightweight boat can be swept up into the sky by waves and hurricanes. , in the remote Lake Michigan, there used to be a surfing resort with several terrifying dragons sucking water like white strips clinging to the sky and the ground. In this case, no one would risk their lives to forcefully enter this port area, so lonely Naturally, the old man who watches the night does not need to stay awake all night.

"With this weather, no one will come, right?"

Similarly, Dwight, who was waiting outside Factory A2 at the Port of Chicago, thought the same way.

Dwight Eisenhower, in black hat, black coat and black shoe uppers, stood at the door of the equipment factory two hundred meters away from the port, looking at the waterspout on Lake Michigan with a worried expression. There were yellow lamps lit in the old factory behind him. The strong wind poured in from all the cracks and caused the lamps to sway left and right, causing his black shadow to drag and sway on the ground, which seemed to highlight the same situation he was in at this time. heart.

The Port of Chicago is not alone tonight, because there is still a deal waiting for Dwight to complete amid the storm.

Even though he was standing under the eaves of the factory, Dwight's face was still hurt by the heavy rain being thrown by the wind. He raised his hand to check the time, but found that the second-hand mechanical watch had been filled with water for some time and would not move. It was locked until eight o'clock in the evening, which made him curse in a low voice and take off the piece of cake that his wife had been defrauded out of 300 US dollars to buy him as a birthday present.

He made up his mind that if the big deal tonight was completed, he would ask his boss to destroy the second-hand luxury store in the west side of Chicago. The woman at home who loves luxury jewelry has been deceived and bought fake goods countless times. Every time, he was forced by the strength of the gang behind the store to dare not come to find trouble.

In this era of fighting bravely and ruthlessly, the more ruthless guys you have in your hands, the more you can talk. As long as tonight's "big deal" can be successfully completed, then the underground forces in Chicago will be controlled by them. The final say.

The water in the watch made it impossible to tell the time. To ensure the stability of the transaction, everyone in the factory did not bring electronic devices tonight. The accuracy of the time was lost. Dwight inevitably felt a touch of anxiety in his heart. The deal they had agreed with the seller The time is 9:20, and now he, the contact person, can't calculate the time accurately, and the weather in the port is as violent as the Dragon King turning over. Even if the buyer successfully breaks through the wind and waves and lands with a nuclear submarine, they can't connect to the engine. , there is a high probability that the buyer will not be able to find this place to complete the transaction.

In fact, it stands to reason that the weather forecast reported the arrival of the typhoon three days ago. In three days, they were able to contact the buyer to change the transaction time. But now they are still waiting in the violent storm, not because they died. Dwight’s boss did contact the buyer to ask for a change in the transaction date, but the other party directly rejected the proposal and requested that the transaction be carried out on the original date on the grounds that "stormy weather is more convenient", but now Judging from the weather, buyers may have to drive a nuclear submarine to board the port if they want to keep the promise, right?

While Dwight was thinking wildly, there was a loud crashing sound from the water waves that made him retract his head into his collar and turn to look at the source of the sound - a huge black shadow rolled over the big waves like a chariot of gods. Pressing forward, a loud whistle like a blue whale's singing voice cut through the black rainy night. A sharp white arrow tore through the darkness of the rainy night and shot directly at the edge of Chicago Harbor. In the light, Dwight could see clearly, the huge The black shadow was a tugboat painted the same color as that rainy night. It was using incredible horsepower to cut through the oncoming turbulent waves and prepare to forcefully land in the port!

It was unimaginable that a captain who was not afraid of death would dare to sail in such weather, but Dwight did not question the scene he saw at all, because he knew it when the other party finalized the deal plan on the stormy night. , none of the people in the eye of this typhoon tonight are normal people. They are all lunatics, fanatics seeking fame and fortune. Driving a tugboat to forcefully board the port under level 8 winds is obviously a lunatic. style.

The water splashed by the anchor was immediately swallowed up by the big waves. The tugboat successfully landed and anchored at the port. Unlike the ship swaying in the wind and rain like weeds in the distance, this tugboat came quietly in the night and heavy rain. Lying on the edge of the harbor like a prostrate giant, nothing could make him shake his majestic body except the doomsday when the world collapsed.

A man wearing a raincoat and carrying a black suitcase jumped off the tugboat. When he got off the boat and raised his hands to shield himself from the wind and rain, he noticed the flashing signals of a portable strong flashlight in the distance, three long, one short, and two short. The cycle repeated for a long time. This was the code they had set with the seller in advance. After receiving the signal, the man in the raincoat turned back and gestured to his colleagues on the tugboat. Dwight at the factory also immediately received the flashing response from the ship. signal.

After a while, Dwight, who was standing at the entrance of the factory, saw a man wearing a raincoat walking through the storm, walking towards him firmly and quickly. With the warm yellow light emitting from the factory, he saw He saw clearly that the black suitcase in the opponent's hand had a relief of a half-dead world tree sprayed with silver paint.

After confirming the identity of the other party based on the symbol, Dwight put his hand in his mouth and blew a loud whistle into the factory, then turned to face the man in the raincoat.

"You're late."

Originally, Dwight wanted to use this opening statement to take the lead in the subsequent negotiations. He knew what kind of powerful force they were dealing with, but if the decline of this side was revealed right away, maybe This rainy night will usher in a not-so-fresh scene of big fish eating small fish, so he is going to give the local snake the pressure it needs to let the other party know that they are not easy to mess with.

"Where are the things?" Contrary to expectations, before Dwight could say anything, the man in a raincoat walked past him quickly and walked quickly towards the factory with warm yellow lights, directly blocking all the words of the local gang's think tank. in the mouth.

"You have to see something as soon as you come up. Doesn't it seem too purposeful? There will be a big storm tonight, and there will be many more things that require police work in the city than usual. No one will come to the port in this kind of weather to cause trouble for us. Yes, so slow down my friend." Dwight quickly caught up with the man and walked into the factory. Deep inside the factory, twenty or thirty strong men who could be recognized as gang members were already on the premises. They were in the middle, with tattoos representing gangs on their arms. Each of them held a gun in both hands and placed it in front of the crotch with their legs slightly spread apart. They looked at the oncoming man and their own think tank expressionlessly.

"There will be a big storm tonight." The man suddenly stopped and turned to look at Dwight and said a well-known fact.

"Yes, it is indeed raining heavily tonight. The weather forecast says that the wind will reach level 9 tonight, and even pigs can be blown up on the street." Dwight hesitated for a moment before choosing to answer the man's words.

"So, we didn't come by boat to flirt with you during such a heavy rainstorm. We gave you what you wanted, and you gave us what we wanted. After the transaction was completed, we went our separate ways and never saw each other again. This is what we should do now, instead of letting me listen to you performing those inferior negotiation table words in my ears! Do you want to complete this deal now, or do you want to talk so much that I turn around and leave?"

Standing under the factory lights, Dwight could see the man's face clearly. It was a typical Aryan face, with a long skull and narrow face, extremely three-dimensional features, deep-set eye sockets, and a nose that was as sharp as an iron hook. With his sharp eyes, this eagle-like man was probably no more than twenty-five years old, but his sharp words and sharp-edged aura put pressure on Dwight four times his age.

"Okay, okay, the weather is bad today and everyone is anxious. This is normal." Dwight took a step back decisively. Since the other party showed such a tough attitude when they first came, it was better for them to show weakness first. Since the words can't In the end, solving problems depends on strength of arms. If something goes wrong soon, it won't be too late to show off. For this transaction, their gang has brought almost all their strength to this factory. Even if a powerful dragon crosses the river, it will have to weigh the venomous fangs of their group of local snakes.

"Where are the things?" The Aryan man repeated what he had asked since the beginning.

Dwight looked at the dozen or so gang members in the venue and tilted his head slightly. A lane separated in the middle of the crowd. Behind him, a dark brown coffin showed a dead silence under the warm yellow chandelier. Even the wind and rain outside the factory were silent for a while.

This is Chicago, the third largest city in the United States. The number of private illegal drug and arms transactions throughout the year can reach astonishing tens of thousands. Now the transaction item that appeared on this rainy night when the typhoon entered was a coffin.

The whole body of the coffin is dark brown. It is made of pure wood but the wood species is unknown. From the front, it looks like a half log, but the sides are diagonally curved. The front section is large and the rear end is small. There is no doubt that the overall casting style is Chinese style. , there are only paint peeling and bumps in some places caused by handling errors, but the overall appearance is still intact.

This Chinese-style coffin deserves the most attention, and is also the most expensive part of the coffin. It has not yet been damaged. The Aryan man next to Dwight’s eyes fell straight on the dark brown coffin lid. Two rows of Chinese characters written in an even darker blood-brown span countless years and dynasties.

As one of the top gangs in Chicago, Dwight and his men may be considered to be among the best in terms of force and ferocity, but in terms of knowledge, they undoubtedly lost a hundred times to the mysterious Aryan man in front of them. After several months, they spent a lot of effort to get this coffin, and they only figured out one thing, that is, this thing is a cultural relic and priceless, but they never wanted to understand why this Chinese-style coffin was so value, and what the two lines written in Chinese on the coffin lid mean.

However, the Aryan man in front of the coffin understood the meaning of those two lines of Chinese at a glance, and quietly recited them in his heart:

[Dirty Dragon King Palace, fear of being charged with disrespect]

Thunder roared outside the factory. When Dwight saw the Aryan man looking at him intently, he thought to himself that the deal was done tonight. He turned around and gave a gang member a look. The crowd immediately closed up to block Dwight's gaze. , the latter then put away his eyes and fell back on the gang men beside him.

"It seems that you are satisfied with our stuff, but what about our stuff?" Dwight looked at the Aryan man up and down, only to see him carrying the black box with strange symbols. This guy didn't look like him at all. It looks like he can pick out a hundred full M16A1 fully automatic rifles and fifty M911 pistols from his body.

"Back_off," said the Aryan man coldly.

The slightly cold words seemed to arouse the nerves of the gun-wielding gang members. Dwight raised his hand to stop the commotion of his colleagues, and took the initiative to retreat to give the Aryan men space.

His ability to climb to the current position of gang think tank means that although his brain is not as useful as the Wall Street elites, it is enough to fight bravely in the dark alleys of Chicago and survive on the streets. His natural mouse temperament allowed him to smell a strange aura on this man. He couldn't find this feeling even in the real gangsters. But just a moment ago, he finally remembered what this inexplicable feeling was. What is it.

——It was the chilling aura of a well-trained soldier.

If it weren't for the real Tu Qiongdeng, Dwight would really not want to take action against such a guy who doesn't know how much power is hidden behind him. Even if the other party is a foreign power, it is not something gang members like them can provoke.

After Dwight retreated, the Aryan man squatted down expressionlessly, flattened the black box in his hand, and typed the password on the touch screen hidden inside the box before the box automatically opened the lock cylinder. When you open the box, you will find a small communication device, which feels like the standard equipment for spies during the Cold War.

Dwight frowned and watched as the Aryan man picked up the microphone on the communication device, said a simple sentence in Chinese that he could not understand, and then closed the box again.

"I have already contacted my companions on the tugboat. In ten minutes they will arrive here with a forklift carrying what you want." The Aryan man said calmly as he lifted the box and looked at Dwight beside him, who said this Only then did I realize that this Aryan man with sharp signs of oppressive training was actually not the talker of the opposing force at all!

——The Aryan men were just treading water in advance by going to the port. Only after seeing the coffin did they decide to inform the real talker on the black tugboat to continue the deal!

Dwight suddenly felt more in awe of the power represented by the half-decayed Queen of the World Tree, and at the same time he felt more worried, because the amount of arms they traded with the coffin behind him was actually a lion's mouth wide open, but on the opposite side However, the people agreed to the deal without even thinking about it. This inevitably gave them the feeling that these people were already prepared to take advantage of the evil, and naturally they were not afraid of their exorbitant price.

Ten minutes passed quickly in the silent waiting on the stormy night. The Aryan man glanced at the diving watch on his wrist that was many times more expensive than Dwight. He arrived just as the second hand completed its last turn. At ten minutes, he looked up at the rainy night outside the factory and said, "Here we come."

At this moment, the thunderstorm finally fell over the city of Chicago. The branch-shaped thunder was like the mysterious upside down tree in "Old Testament Genesis", covering the black sky with pale color. Under the lightning of the thunderstorm, Dwight saw After clearing up the figure holding an umbrella walking on the rainy night, under the lightning light, it turned out to be a half-year-old child, wearing a black trench coat as dark as this stormy night, with a head of black hair that was blown by the strong wind and dripping with rainwater. , the raindrops gathered on the tip of his forehead and fell, and when they fell, the irregular raindrops reflected the light golden pupils.

Dwight's eyes fell on those golden eyes as bright as a gas lamp. He leaned back slightly as if he had been hit by a wall. An inexplicable chill surged in his heart. He avoided his sight for a moment and adjusted his somewhat disordered breathing. . Behind him, the gang members who were domineering and armed with ruthlessness and ferocity were breathing extremely nervously, and they all subconsciously turned their heads to avoid the boy who was walking through the stormy night.

When the Aryan man next to Dwight saw the boy approaching, he quickly stepped forward without saying a word and caught the black umbrella for the boy. He respectfully stepped back to the boy's side and spoke to him in detail. The boy nodded slightly. At the same time, his eyes passed through Dwight not far away and fell behind the gang members, where the corners of the dark brown coffin could be vaguely seen.

"I understand, just leave it to me to handle the rest. Thank you for your hard work, senior." After the Aryan man finished explaining, the boy with golden eyes spoke his first words on the stormy night, and his voice was still the same as expected. The youthful look was completely consistent with his young face. Only then did Dwight confirm once again that this was a boy who was no more than 16 or 7 years old!

"Is this... the person who represents the deal tonight?" After the boy spoke, the Aryan man completely retreated behind the scenes, standing behind the boy like a silent guard. Dwight could only ask the boy, but it seemed The moment they met, I was frightened by the boy's golden eyes in the dark and stormy night, and his voice was a little stiff and astringent when it came out.

"Casel College Class of 2009, Acting Member of the Executive Department, Lin Nian." The boy took two steps forward, approached Dwight, stretched out his right hand and said calmly, "I will only declare my home once, so this time I express my sincerity, but after tonight forget everything I said, or you will suffer the consequences.”

threaten? Or show favor?

Dwight could no longer figure out the current situation. He could only hold the boy's hand with a slight confusion, and started tonight's transaction with a handshake that was so strong that it made his right hand hurt.

ps①: This is two-in-one!

ps②: Sure enough, slow work brings out fine work (tea)