Chapter 148 Northern Xinjiang

Northern Xinjiang has been a turbulent place since ancient times. As the saying goes, poor mountains and rivers come from unruly people. The folk customs here are tough and everyone has their own religious beliefs. Outsiders who do business or work here will be extra careful.

Several men in ethnic minority costumes are waiting at the railway station, looking for their own targets.

"Hey, Qiangba! Look over there, does that look like a rich man? A man holding a large hidden knife in his hand squeezed his eyes at his companions: "They are all wearing famous brands. This is at least a few thousand yuan! Absolutely rich!"

The man, known as Qiangba, was short but strong. He looked at the man with straight clothes not far away and nodded slightly: "Okay, you must have a good start today!" Who is on duty at the station guard office today?

"It's a new honest guy. I don't dare to care about it. Let's just do it boldly! At worst, give some benefits to the head of the guard office afterwards. After all, this is his place!"

"Okay! Just him! Do it!" Under the order of Qiangba, three men in ethnic minority leather jackets surrounded them, and a sincere look with an ethnic knife in his hand asked loudly, "Brother! Do you want to buy a knife?! Pure silver hidden knife!"

But the man didn't pay attention to him and walked straight forward, as if the man waving the knife was air.

"Hey! Talk to you!" The man in a leather robe was angry: "Why are you so rude! Do you want to buy it or not? Give me a message! Are you going to buy it or not?

While he was talking, several accomplices surrounded each other in an instant. Qiangba sneered at his men and threatened them with words. This was their useful means. When they met seemingly rich tourists, they forced each other to buy knives intimidated them. At this time, as long as the other party was a little afraid and said he wanted to see, immediately Put the knife in the other party's hand and offer a sky-high price to extort!

Several people held hidden knives in their hands, with coercion in their words: "You don't even look at us and look down on us?"

Ordinary people will waver at this time. Some timid people pay to buy it, but the man is indifferent and continues to move forward in a different direction.

"Hey! You are a man!" Qiangba was also anxious and came out of the crowd and grabbed the man's sleeve: "Come and have a look! This man despises our ethnic minorities! He..."

Who knows that the man did not have stage fright at all. His hazy eyes made everyone present retreat repeatedly, and he raised his chin silently...

"Ah! I'm offended!" Qiangba was so scared that he knelt on the ground and trembled: "I didn't know you were..."

The man did not embarrass him. He looked at Qiangba gently and then turned around and left.

The men who gathered ethnic minorities present were so scared that they fled, and the onlookers disappeared in an instant.

On the man's neck, there was something like a flame, but a black flame!

In northern Xinjiang, no one knows what this black flame pattern represents.

It can't be said that even functional departments dare not interfere in their cases, because offending them will not only kill them, but also harm their families! This semi-religious organization has many believers in northern Xinjiang, and they are all fanatical believers! These people can do everything for the so-called doctrine. I don't know how many people's families who don't believe in evil disappear inexplicably in the night and disappear forever!

Here, the black flame is like a synonym for death, and the black death makes people tremble!

After the man showed his identity, the crowded street immediately became much more empty. Many pedestrians were scared to hide in the roadside shops, and some shopkeepers actually closed the door.

The whole street became silent. In this terrible silence, the man slowly disappeared into the sight of the crowd, and his footsteps were very calm.

Those knife-sellers were in a hurry, but the pedestrians on the street stared at them with a look of the dead.

They may be dead.

The well-clothed man walked into a temple, threw his briefcase in his hand to the monk who looked at the temple, and then went into the mantle behind the Buddha statue.

There was a secret door deep in the mantle, and he skillfully moved the machine and walked in.

There were a lot of guards inside, and there were heavily armed guards almost every few steps, but he turned a blind eye and went straight forward.

The man passed through the spider web-like underground labyrinth calmly and finally came to a hall. It's not so much a hall as a bedroom. There is a big bed in the vast space, with three or four enchanting women sleeping on it. They are all like peeled peanuts. They are not ashamed to see someone coming in.

The man didn't look up at the naked. Physical abundance. Full of double. Feng and his thighs, but bowed his head and said loudly, "Sir, I'm back..."

"Where are the ancient books?" A long-haired man suddenly stretched out his head from the quilt and glanced at him with lazy eyes: "As I said, if you can't find what I want, don't come back!"

"The other party is very strong. The black crow took 40 or 50 people to attack his family and coerce him to hand over the ancient books. As a result, there was a group of snipers outside the other party's residence..." The man's voice trembled a little: "Our people were killed and injured, and the black crow was also killed on the spot by four shots! I tried to investigate the details of the other party, but I was also attacked..."

"Then why didn't you die outside?" The long-haired man sat up with an interesting smile on his face: "Ah, Kukba, how many years have you been with me?"

"It's been fifteen years!" The handsome man said word by word, as if every word was an iron-toothed steel seal.

He looked at the big man with dull eyes and said in a daze, "I know that my limited ability is not enough to kill the other party, and I don't ask for your forgiveness. I just want you to let go of the remaining injured brothers..."

"Okay..." The long-haired man smiled and said, "Your request... seems to be very reasonable and very humane. If I don't agree, won't I lose my heart? Are you threatening me in such a special way?

"No, no, no!" Cooka was shocked! He forgot one of his master's biggest taboos, that is, he hates others to lead him by the nose! Play tricks with him!

He wanted to win sympathy in this way, but he didn't expect it to be self-defeating...

"Sir! I'm the disciple you taught me!" Kukoba finally couldn't stand it: "I admit it! I just said those words for... I want to live... I want another chance..."

"Okay." The long-haired man raised his head as if nothing had happened: "What about your brothers? What you just said is a lie?"

"I don't care about their life or death! I just want to live by myself..." Cook Basso said everything in his heart: "I really don't want to die..."

"Good job! Despicable enough!" The long-haired man laughed, and several beautiful women around him were so scared that they got into the quilt. Because they know that the man they serve is moody, laughter and anger are also frightening!

"It's worthy of being my disciple. What I despise most is those who refuse to tell the truth until they die. People are a despicable creature. Why do they pretend to be noble?" The long-haired man stood up, naked all over his body. His thing was very long.

Kukeba put his head on the ground deeply and didn't dare to breathe.

"You should have been soaked in poison and died a thousand times, because you actually wanted to lie to me... But when you repented in time, I decided to give you a chance..." The smile on the long-haired man's face stiffened in an instant: "The last chance, if you can't get back what I'm interested in this time, you don't have to What did you say to me when you came back, understand?"

"I understand!" Kukeba kept swallowing and spitting, and walked out stiffly.

"Your Excellency... What is that? Are you in such a hurry to see it?" After the mantle, a young and beautiful woman slowly walked out in a yellow suit. She was several times more tender and delicate than the four people in the quilt.

"Miaoru, why are you here?" The long-haired man was naked and had no scruples about his subordinates and women, but he was a little embarrassed in front of this woman. The women under him were very eye-sighted and immediately put on a silk robe for him.

The man in the robe exudes an oriental classical flavor. His long hair, silk robe, and his hard beard... It forms a wonderful and harmonious picture. The man seems to be able to unconsciously fascinate people with his hands and feet. He has a unique charm, and the color of his hair and skin is also very Special.

"For the sake of just a book, so many people died... Is it worth it?" Miaoru seems to be very indifferent to her brother. Her dressing style is different from her brother's. The yellow classical Western women's clothing boldly shows more than half of her breasts, which is very reminiscent of a European youth in the Renaissance.

"Sister, these things can't be managed by you women..." The long-haired man smiled gently... Maybe only at this time is his smile not full of deadly elements, really from the bottom of his heart.

The four women around him dispersed knowingly, as if they were a group of domesticated and eventful pets.

"It seems that you got into trouble with a strong opponent, brother. I have already said... There are people outside the sky. Although you are rampant in our northern Xinjiang, there will be someone better than you... No one can eat everything." Miaoru looked at the four women contemptuously and continued, "You'd better figure out the identity of your opponent before you act. Although I don't like you, I don't want to take flowers to pay tribute to you!"

"You'd better keep the flowers and go to pay tribute to your father tomorrow..." The long-haired man turned around with a smile and slowly approached the screen for changing clothes: "You can't be absent again this year!"