merit book

Kleist looked at the people around him, feeling a sense of sadness as the sun was setting.He used to be very supportive in the family, and he could decide whether tens of thousands of employees would stay or stay with just one sentence.But now, apart from some mercenaries hired with money, there are only a dozen people who are willing to follow him, and among them there must be the insider of that brat Edward.

There are two cousins ​​who are willing to support him behind the scenes, Elfry and Ian, one is terminally ill, the other is too old and his life is about to come to an end, so he fantasizes that he can use the legendary This book makes your life come back to life.As for Kleist, he couldn't bear the result of his complete loss of power after the old man's death, and he couldn't bear the fact that boys like Edward and Arthur who were not even qualified to sit down in front of him now climbed onto his head. So he seems to others to be crazy about chasing an impossible thing.

Since all the direct descendants of the previous head of the family died in the upheaval two or three years ago, Kleist is the only one in this family who still believes in the delusion of the head of the house, because he still clearly remembers that in the How sensible and full of wisdom that old man used to be before he became suspicious, stubborn, and withdrawn in his later years.Ordinary scams or myths and legends, it is impossible for him to be so convinced that he must have seen it with his own eyes and experienced the magic of that existence, so he has been persistently wanting to get it.

As for the catastrophe that resulted in the immediate destruction of the backbone of the family, it was a price that could be paid if he could get that book, but after so much preparation, he still got nothing in the end. No one could bear such a result.

Therefore, the previous patriarch is now almost nailed to the pillar of shame in the eyes of everyone. No one mentions how wise he used to be. They only know that he caused all the members of the Whit family to provoke a mysterious family in a huge country without authorization. disaster.

Only Kleist remembered, and only Kleist still chewed his name between his teeth now and then—Aciburn Whitt.

However, according to Kleist's investigation, the Xiao family who suspected of owning the book seemed to think that there was no danger after that. In the past two years, they no longer hid like turtles, but appeared aboveboard.That was just a little girl in her 20s, she couldn't be more difficult than her elders, and she was not as good as they had the city to endure, so they were given a chance to succeed.

Kleist felt emotional for a while, waved his hand, and said lightly: "Let's get started."

His three confidants responded in unison and began to convey the task to the people below.All the people carrying out the mission carried real-time cameras and microphones, and Kleist, leaning on a cane, stood in front of the monitoring screen and watched the action unfold as planned.

……

The transportation system of City S has silently changed its controller.

On the main traffic arteries in City S, the changing time of the traffic lights has a slight error from the usual time, maybe only a few seconds, but after several changes, the error of a few seconds can easily create serious problems in this city with a huge traffic flow. There are traffic jams in the city, and there are several places where the driver did not react in time, causing the vehicle to scratch and rear-end, the owners quarreled on the road, and the vehicles parked at the hub made the traffic flow slower.Only on the route planned by Kleist's people in advance, a green light allowed them to pass at the fastest speed, and the road was blocked soon after passing.

Xiao Xiao is watching an art exhibition in an art gallery. This is an art exhibition co-organized by several unknown young abstract painters. In City S, where people can be crowded with people everywhere, only this place is still deserted. Except for Xiao Xiao and his follower Apart from Yan Ce, there were few people around. Even the organizer of the art exhibition didn’t know where to go. A commentator asked if he needed an explanation, but Yan Ce refused and took his mobile phone to the side to play.

Xiao Xiao has seen several oil paintings in a row, and saw a large number of chaotic color blocks piled up together, lines and dots that make people suffer from dense phobia, color pictures like kindergarten children's doodles, and human bodies are twisted into strange shapes and stacked Looking at the various paintings together, I couldn't help asking: "Yan Ce, can you understand what these paintings are?"

Yan Ce said without pause: "Abstract paintings break the traditional concept that painting must imitate nature, start from intuition and imagination, and reject symbolic..."

"Okay, I'm not asking you about the concept of abstract painting, I'm asking, can you understand what these paintings are trying to express?" Xiao Xiao interrupted him.

Yan Ce can invade the database of the art museum at any time to retrieve the information of these oil paintings. Of course, there will be emotional introductions from the artists, but when it comes to understanding... he rarely stared at these oil paintings for a while before saying: "I I can't appreciate the aesthetics and connotation of the paintings, but I can see that there are very unique binary logic operations in the lines of some paintings."

Xiao Xiao was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, and said, "It's really the answer that only you can say! Well, I don't see any calculations, and I still like to imitate nature's paintings, so at least I can understand what they are doing. What." After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but sighed softly, and said, "Sometimes I really doubt that no matter how many books I read and how close I am to those students, I still can't understand what they are thinking. I don't understand why their imaginations are always so boundless. They don't understand the music and paintings they appreciate, and they don't like the stars and TV they like. Sometimes their behavior makes me feel envious, and sometimes it makes me feel crazy and incredible , but I know I can never be like them."

Yan Ce was silent. His calculation ability is very strong, and his degree of anthropomorphism is very high, which does not mean that his emotional ability is also developed.When he doesn't know what Xiao Xiao is talking about or how to answer, he will always remain silent.

Xiao Xiao stopped looking at the oil paintings hanging on the wall, walked slowly along the aisle, and said at the same time: "Look at how well that kid is doing. Sometimes I think, why didn't I think of doing the same thing as him at that time What? I thought I was already better than the ancestors of the Xiao family, but compared with him, it seemed that I was just playing around. These days, I gradually figured out that I was too scared. After En, I no longer dare to trust other people, dare not let people discover my specialness, I thought I was still moving forward, but in fact, I lost the courage to move on long ago.”

Yan Ce said flatly: "You are the best."

Xiao Xiao smiled and was about to speak when suddenly all the lights in the art gallery went out.

Yan Ce said: "The power supply has been cut off, and the wireless signal has also been blocked."

"They're here?" Xiao Xiao looked around, unknowingly, there were only the two of them in the exhibition hall.

Yan Ce suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Xiao Xiao closer to his arms. His tall and generous body completely blocked the girl. With a "bang", a bullet hit Yan Ce's back heart, and a hole was torn in the hand-made suit. A plume of black smoke.

But the man's body didn't sway, he raised his arm and fired a shot behind him without looking back, and the hot man who came out from the corner was killed by one blow.

"Here we come." Yan Ce answered Xiao Xiao's question lightly.

At the same time, Shao Baoer and other 30 or [-] people got out from various places such as the corner of the room, the roof, behind the oil painting, the bathroom, etc., and exchanged fire with the enemies that suddenly appeared. In the art gallery.

Outside the art museum, there are many pedestrians, unaware of what happened in the exhibition hall separated by a wall.

……

A van was parked on the side of the road, with colorful advertising pictures painted on its body, parked by the woods near the park.

A traffic policeman came over to look at the car window, and found that there were people sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat, so he knocked on the window.

The two people in the car looked at each other and exchanged a few glances. After a while, the driver lowered the window and asked with a smile, "Hi, what's the matter?"

The driver has black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, and speaks fluent Mandarin. In the eyes of foreigners, he is no different from a Tang countryman, but in the eyes of Tang country people, he can immediately recognize that he is not a native.

However, there are more and more foreigners working in the sugar country. The traffic police did not say anything, but warned: "There is no parking here, you have to drive away immediately."

The driver looked relaxed, handed him a cigarette and said, "We'll wait for someone, and we'll do it in a few minutes at most. Brother, can you accommodate me?"

The traffic policeman looked at the expensive cigarettes and then at the driver. A slight smile appeared on his serious face, and the driver followed suit.The young traffic policeman reached out to pick up the cigarette, and when he was about to get it, he suddenly grabbed the driver's wrist and pulled it towards him. The other hand clenched his fist and hit him on the head with a bang. The driver fainted instantly, and the traffic policeman was still muttering. He said: "If you are told to leave, you will not leave, and you will not be given a toast if you are fined!"

The person on the co-pilot hurriedly stretched his hands into his arms, and the window next to him was shattered into pieces. A man with a very indifferent expression grabbed his head and hit him hard twice. The co-pilot passed out with his head covered in blood. .The indifferent man lifted the hem of his clothes to see, a black pistol was hidden inside.

The carriage behind was also opened, and after a burst of ping-ping-pong-pong sound, it also returned to silence.

Shi Xingchen, who seemed to be going to a banquet in a suit and leather shoes, pushed his glasses, patted the non-existing dust on his sleeves, and said, "The boss said this is an emergency, so you don't have to deal with it directly, just call the police. What do you think?"

An old man breathed out alcohol and said, "Anyway, they are all foreigners, let's just kill them."

"We don't know what these people want to do." Zhou Dong said disapprovingly.

"Secret guns, these devices in the car show that they have invaded the transportation system, what good things can they do?" The old man squinted at him, as if a little disdainful of his indecision.

Gong Lan, who trotted along beside Zhou Dong, stared at him with wide eyes in horror.They do a lot of things when they're with these people, mostly punishing the bad guys, which is very satisfying, and she seems to be seeing some people at this moment.

Zhou Dong said coldly: "We are not killers, nor are we anyone's marionettes. Lu Xiong, for your sake, it's best not to do this."

The gray-haired Lu Xiong sneered and was about to speak when Shi Xingchen interrupted their escalating quarrel and asked, "If you call the police, how will these guys be sentenced?"

The traffic policeman took off his hat, got into the car to search, and spread his hands helplessly, "There is only one person carrying a pistol, and the equipment on the car was also damaged by you, and all of them are foreigners, so..."

Lu Xiong drew out his dagger and was about to pedal the bike, but before Zhou Dong could stop, Shi Xingchen blocked him first and said, "Uncle, we have our own rules, let me settle this matter."

Lu Xiong fixed a glance at him, snorted, retracted the dagger, returned to his laziness, and took a sip from the flagon from his waist.

Shi Xingchen said to the "traffic policeman": "Tan Ming, didn't we find a lot of white powder from the house of the gangster brother last time? Are you still there?"

Tan Ming rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "They're all here."

"Hide them in the car and call the police. Don't forget to get some fingerprints." Shi Xingchen said, and then asked Zhou Dong and Lu Xiong: "Are you satisfied now? Hurry up, we still have another goal. "

……

Kleist clasped his hands anxiously, tapping his arms with his fingers.The plan only went smoothly at the beginning, but then it seemed to fall into a quagmire, and the people under him lost contact one by one. No matter how simple-minded he was, he knew that he might have stepped into a trap.

"Click." The door lock rang softly.

Kleist immediately raised his gun and shouted, "Who?"

Thick uneasiness rose from the bottom of my heart.He arranged a lot of people outside the door, no one would rush in without his permission.but now……

Has his subordinate turned traitor?Or have they all been resolved?

The door was pushed open a crack, and Kleist didn't hesitate to "bang bang" and fired three shots in a row. Several transparent movements were made on the wooden door, but there was still no sound.

Several cronies around him had already put down their affairs and raised their guns to defend. One of them asked Kleist for instructions with his eyes, and slowly approached the door.Just walked a few steps, but suddenly fell down!

--what happened?

As soon as Kleist had this idea, an irresistible drowsiness completely enveloped him.He struggled hard, and fell down one after another with the other people around him.

Rong Yuan walked in wearing a gas mask, and said softly to those who could no longer hear: "I'm sorry, I've been struggling recently, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat, who made you pay tens of thousands of merits? Oh, and there's another one. 13 guy, Kleist, what did you do before?"

Of course the fainted Kleist couldn't answer him, nor could he stop him from pulling himself up by his hair, and a cold light smeared his neck.

"Bad taste." Wandou commented with a paralyzed face, "It is said in the book that the villain dies because of talking too much, Rong Yuan, you have to be careful."

Rong Yuan ignored it, and said to himself: "Keep the body, let me warn you?"