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The autumn wind howled, swept up the fallen leaves in the yard, and the leaves flew into the air, made a circle, and smashed on the glass window, making a subtle "pop" sound.

The night was getting deeper. The chill of autumn seeped into the wind and spread to people's hearts.

In the study on the second floor of the crown, only the table lamp on the cabinet was on, and the dim light shone softly on the face of the old Hanako, and the shadows were so dense that people couldn't see his expression clearly.

Wan Guohou didn't urge the old man to call Hanako, he just shook the amber cup in his hand slowly, and then observed the light for a while.

"What are you asking for?" asked Hanako, who had been calling her for a long time, in a hoarse voice.

"Because I want to determine if you are a deity or a fake. After speaking, Wan Guohou drank all the wine in the cup. Then, he stood up, walked over to the table, and put down the glass. "Is it difficult to answer this question?"

"You said you were from the Hanoverian family, so do you know the inheritance of this family?" asked Hanako. Although he was tied to a chair, his aura was not lost to Wan Guohou at all.

I can probably answer that question. Wan Guohou sighed, "You really don't want to give me face at all." He gave a wry smile, "I'll start with what it has to do with amber." Morrison died in 1884 and his eldest son Cotton took over the family's affairs, in 1901 Cotton died and succeeded his eldest son Edmund, in 1925 Edmund died and succeeded his eldest son Andrew, and in 1950 Andrew died and his eldest son Mo Ogu came to China. In 1956, Mo Aogu's son Mo Linshu was born. I, born in 1984, am the seventh generation of Morrison. ”

"Mo Aogu?" the old man laughed out loud, "That's a real name...... Two. ”

"It's just a code name anyway, like Mous on his ID card. Wan Guohou said lightly, "It stands to reason that Mo Aogu should have at least two children in order to ensure the effective inheritance of the dual password." However, he did not do so. He has been waiting for you to get married and have children, and as long as you have children, the inheritance of that pair of passwords will be guaranteed. ”

"You actually know the double password?" the old Hanako's eyes widened.

"I also know that whether your name is Pennington or Fujiwara Toshiki, it's just to hide people's eyes. Actually, your real name is Pennington. ”

After being silent for a while, the old man suddenly smiled bitterly, "You can untie me now, I won't be your enemy anymore." ”

"Why?"

"Because you actually know the name of my neon country, this name, no one else knows it except my eldest brother and Cloud Trace. Pennington said sadly, "Those fools from the Unkind Society don't know my name, and they call me 'あしゅら'." ”

"Is it because you killed too many people?" Wan Guohou frowned slightly, then walked over and untied the rope for the old man.

Pennington immediately moved his hands and feet, and when he saw the red marks on his wrists and ankles that were strangled by the rope, he couldn't help frowning, "Your hands are really heavy. ”

"I'll make reparations to you on their behalf. Wan Guohou said sincerely, "Please understand, these days, it is much more difficult to make a friend than to make an enemy. ”

"That's right. Pennington nodded, and then changed his words, "Aren't you afraid that I am someone else pretending?"

Wan Guohou smiled slightly, "I'm not worried about this. As he spoke, he suddenly took out a delicate pistol from behind the bottle, and a silencer, and then screwed the silencer onto the pistol, "If you have a problem, I can solve it for you at any time." ”

"It's not fair, I don't have a gun!" Pennington shouted.

"If you are my enemy, then I don't need to be fair to you, and if you are my ally, why should I shoot you?" Wan Guohou installed the silencer, and his expression was indifferent.

"Count you ruthless. Pennington muttered to himself. After staring at Wan Guohou for a while, he suddenly said, "Bring me a glass of wine." ”

Wan Guohou couldn't cry or laugh, this person's temperament is indeed a bit like Mo Aogu, worthy of being brothers.

After a glass of wine, Pennington's face seemed to change a little better, and he looked at the wine glass in his hand, "You loser, take a good amber and dig it into a cup, and spoil things." ”

Wan Guohou smiled and said, "Anyway, I can't use it up." ”

Penning was stunned for a moment, "You shouldn't have found ......?"

"Yes. Wan Guohou nodded, obviously understanding what the other party meant, "If you don't mind, I will tell you what happened." ”

The light shines through the brownish-red whiskey, casting a faint shadow on the carpet. The carpet is embroidered with the scene of the battle between Cúchulainn and Loch in Celtic legend, and around the two men, all kinds of strange animals with abominable faces, which were transformed by the goddess of war, Moregan, in order to disturb the sight of the two.

Pennington listened to Wan Guohou's memories while staring at the carpet in a daze. When they finished a bottle of whiskey, Wan Guohou's story was almost the same, "What else do you want to drink? ”

"Then have a bottle of vodka. Pennington burped, "Shouldn't we have some pure wine in this atmosphere?" he smiled, "I think you must have a Belvedere or a Czar here." ”

"I have the better ones. Wan Guohou replied with a smile. Then, he walked over to his desk and pressed a button, "Send me a bottle of Diva, emerald." ”

"Tsk. Penning smacked his mouth, "If the eldest brother sees you squandering like this, he will definitely beat you." ”

"No, it won't. Wan Guohou grimaced, "He will only laugh at you for not understanding life." ”

"I don't understand. Pennington's expression darkened, "I only know how to kill." ”

"Is it because of the clouds?" Wan Guohou put back on his light green contact lenses and looked at the mirror next to the cabinet.

Pennington was silent. The contours of his face are deep and distinct, like a sculpture in the light. Those small scars near his chin and sideburns, like the imprint of fate, remained in his life forever.

The servant who delivered the wine knocked on the door and brought it in, and he tried to open the bottle, but Wan Guohou waved his hand and motioned for him to leave.

When the servant had retreated, Wan Guohou opened the bottle and poured a full glass of vodka for Pennington. Pennington stared at the long, slender perfume bottle for a moment, before slowly recounting the smoke-like past.

In Pennington's memory, Mo Aogu, who was twelve years older than him, used to be an idol. This older half-brother is not only smarter and braver than him, but also teaches him many survival skills.

However, as Pennington grew older, a rift arose between him and Mo. Mo Aogu's mother died of illness, but Pennington's mother died of the assassination of the "Unkind Society", and because of this, Pennington's hatred for the "Unkind Society" was even greater than that of his brother.

After arriving in China, the differences between the two deepened. Mo Aogu chose to live in seclusion in a small county town on the border of China and Myanmar, while Pennington went to the Neon Country alone in anger after a fierce quarrel with Mo Aogu. After arriving in the Neon Country, Pennington declared war on the "Unkind Society", and with full of anger, he launched a mass murder campaign against the "Unkind Society". During his years in the Neon Country, he managed to destroy many of the strongholds of the "Unkind Society", and caused the "Unkind Society" to be in a state of "paralysis" for a considerable period of time.

"I think I probably know why Grandpa is against your revenge. Wan Guohou took a sip of wine, and the strong spicy taste echoed in his mouth, and after a while, the spicy taste dissipated, leaving only the fragrant sweetness. "Because you've killed a lot of innocent people, right?"

Pennington was noncommittal, he stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the door in the distance. Through the fence of the metal gate, the street lamps on the street can be faintly seen.

It was late at night, and there were no pedestrians on the road, but the street lights were still silently on, like watchmen. They are both lonely and strong, like an obsession in his heart, unforgettable.

August 1991 was gray for Pennington. In the height of that summer, he lost his wife, son, and almost lost his life.

With great effort, he finally found Pennington's "Unkind Society" and mobilized the maximum force that could be used in a foreign country. The intense fire nearly destroyed the small inn where Pennington was hiding, but Pennington also relied on his courage and perseverance to kill the enemy to pieces. After a brief battle, bullet casings, fragments, and unrecognizable limbs and bones littered the ground.

Later, the "aftermath team" of the "Buren Society" carried Pennington's "body" out of the dilapidated house and threw it onto the truck transporting the body.

When Pennington woke up, he was at a loss for a moment. He didn't know if it was the "Unkind Society" who was too careless and threw him into the car as a dead man, or if he was lucky enough to survive after being shot several times in his body.

He tried to move, but immediately touched the greasy limb. He subconsciously gasped, and the strong smell of blood and corpses hit him, making him gause.

Pennington resisted the urge to vomit and reached out to fumble with the disgusting pieces of flesh.

It was already dark at this point, and after groping through several corpses, he finally found a tactical dagger. Even though he was covered in injuries and would faint almost at any moment, he gritted his teeth and tried to stay awake. He put away his dagger, and with great difficulty lifted the large piece of tarpaulin over his head.

The YN mountain road was bumpy, the truck kept jolting, and Pennington felt like his internal organs were about to be turned upside down. He grabbed the railing at the edge of the truck and looked up at the inky black sky.

The bright stars are like warm eyes, looking down on the vast earth with pity. There was no moon in the sky, only a few gray clouds, which fluttered horizontally and vertically under the night wind.

A flock of crows flew over the treetops with an unpleasant "dumb" sound.

Pennington looked at the crows in a strange formation, smiled suddenly, and thought, "I'm a dead man!" It was probably the flies that smelled the stench of the car, and they scrambled to pounce on it.

After all, it was in China, and the "Buren Society" did not dare to burn these corpses in the towns, and they would definitely transport the carload of corpses to a remote place first, and then dispose of them.

Thinking of this, Pennington made a decision.

He leaned on the railing of the trunk and observed the situation along the road, but it was too dark and there were no street lights along the way, so he could only judge the direction by the range of the headlights.

As the truck turned into a U-shaped curve, Penning relented and jumped out of the car. When he landed, he heard a "click" and knew that he was broken, but he didn't have time to scream, he just got up immediately and ran into the woods by the roadside.

The truck suddenly braked sharply and stopped, and then the driver and co-pilot rushed out with guns in hand.

Penning panicked, he could hear the curses of two people not far behind him, but he was covered in injuries and could only drag down the mountain.

The driver and co-pilot turned on their flashlights, and a white column of light swept through the trees. Pennington carefully shifted his steps, trying not to make a noise.

"You bastard can't run away!" the driver shouted, "When we catch you, we'll cut you into small pieces, skewer you on a skewer and roast you!"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to bite it. Pennington thought to himself as he leaned close to the trunk of a thicker tree.

"Ahh One of his feet was firmly bitten by the iron teeth of the trap, and he almost cried out in pain, "Ishihara, come and help me!"

"Bastard!

When Pennington understood what was going on, he ran away.

Immediately the shots rang out.

"You wait here!" Ishihara commanded, and hurried in the direction of Pennington's escape.

Penning ran away for a long time, he felt that his mouth was full of blood, and his lungs felt like they were about to explode. Suddenly, he tripped over a rock, and then fell to the ground with a "snap", and his face hit the hard gravel.

Pennington struggled to his feet, and then, a Remington M870 was pressed against the back of his head, "Bastard!" Ishihara said angrily, "I'm going to put the bomb in your ass later." ”

Pennington turned slowly, he looked at Ishihara's fleshy face, smiled, and didn't speak.

The smile angered Ishihara, and just as he was about to go wild, Pennington suddenly reached out and snatched Ishihara's gun, quickly pressing the barrel of the gun against the latter's throat.

The barrel of the Remington M870 is more than half a meter long, and at the moment it is like a heavy bat, which makes it difficult for Ishihara to breathe. He rolled his eyes desperately, but remembered that he had a pistol tucked in his back. With all his might, he finally pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger on Pennington.

Pennington took two steps back, his body staggering, as if he couldn't bear the pain anymore. Ishihara lunged up and kicked him off the cliff.