Dick's words made Dick a little embarrassed, and Xia Ruobing was a little confused when he heard it.

"I'm afraid you're here to monopolize the treasure of the royal tomb." Dick said hatefully.

"Cousin Dick, if I wanted to be exclusive, I would have emptied him long ago and gone on vacation to the warm South! I'm not you, I've gotten to the present by stealing my ancestors' property! Tchaikov listened to Dick's words, looking a little annoyed, but with a smile on his face.

"I am the rightful heir here, and you and your family are but slaves of old Thatchle......" Dick was annoyed.

"Haha......" Tchaikov didn't want to continue to entangle with Dick about the family feud, and gave a final warning, "but in any case, the expelled people must not approach the royal tomb!" Dick, go back to your comfort zone, and never inquire into the secrets of Loulan's treasure again! ”

Although this kind of conversation between gentlemen is polite, it also hides a crisis, where can Xia Ruobing interject, so he has to listen to their conversation and look around at the same time.

Xia Ruobing found that except for Tchaikov getting out of the car, no one got out of the two cars, these two cars were almost built for battle, and even the side glass was equipped with a mesh grille, which was an obvious bulletproof design.

Xia Ruobing noticed again that the front doors of the two cars were sprayed with a very special logo, at first glance it was a double-headed eagle with wings outstretched, a hammer and an axe crossed on a skull, trampled under the feet of the double-headed eagle, but on closer inspection, this dark red pattern was not an eagle, but an abstract style dragon!

In the West, the dragon is an evil species with bat wings and a lizard body, it does not symbolize auspiciousness, but symbolizes death and evil, and the two-headed dragon is a double-enhanced version of evil, which makes Xia Ruobing feel a little uneasy - who would use this evil mark as their totem?

"Mr. Min, I don't dare to imagine, why would such a smart person as you bother with my ancestors? I have also cooperated with this scum for 10 years......" Xia Ruobing looked at the totem and was thinking about things, when he suddenly heard Tchaikov raise his voice, and couldn't help but turn his head.

"Honey, you go back to the car first, it's too cold in here." Dick sensed that there were still outsiders, and it was not good to talk about these in front of outsiders, so he gave Xia Ruobing an eviction order.

"Okay." Xia Ruobing had no choice but to turn around and walk away.

"You've robbed someone else's lover again......" Tchaikov sarcastically said.

"Not really...... Tchaikov, you know, I'm just a playboy," Dick replied quietly, "what about you?" Still living an ascetic life? ”

"It's about greed and indulgence...... If by your standards, yes. Tchaikov was no less forthcoming.

"Okay, we're stuck here...... You and your lackeys are guarding the Red Dragon, and you won't let us pass, right? Dick lost his patience.

"Yes! Unless we're all dead. Tchaikov replied very simply.

This kind of saber-rattling made Mr. Min very uncomfortable, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

The grievances and grievances of the two families Mr. Min only know a little, both sides call each other a traitor, a tomb robber or the scum of Loulan, of course, there are more vicious words to attack each other, the descendants of the Loulan royal family to this day, in fact, there are still two families, not that there is only one lineage as Dick said, but both sides do not recognize each other.

What happened to old Tchaicher and Tchaikov, Mr. Min does not know, according to Dick, it was old Tchaikov who betrayed old Tchaicher and monopolized the diamond mines and the royal tomb, and since then he has set up a separate portal, claiming to be the sole legitimate heir to this land, the guardian of the red dragon......

The so-called Red Dragon Guardian is just a cover, and Mr. Min knows that the Tchaikov family has been guarding the royal tomb and the diamond mine that once made the Loulan people survive.

After the two sides set up their own gates, there were many "wars" on both sides, but in the end, neither was able to defeat the opponent, and everyone reluctantly accepted the reality of coexistence and turned from open struggle to secret fighting. After a few generations, the Zachers seemed to have lost interest in the Loulan Treasure and the diamond mines, which allowed the peace to last for a long time, and for a while both sides even thought that the other no longer existed! But the grievance must be settled, and Tchaikov, as the head of this generation of the family, will never let Dick pass so easily.

"So you mean you don't have to talk about it?" Dick's agitation came up.

"No, talk my way, Dick, you don't have to come here, go back and enjoy the rest of the time with your little lover, but I don't think her boyfriend is easy to mess with." Tchaikov jokingly said that he believed that he had taken the absolute initiative.

"Tchaikov, we have been at peace for a long time, and there is no need for another dispute over this matter." Mr. Min said he didn't want the centuries-old struggle to start again.

"Yes, so I left my comfort zone to get ahead of you, dear Mr. Min, and you know that I will not allow anyone to disturb the sleeping red dragon, whether it exists or not!" Tchaikov said.

"Tchaikov, I have more people than you!" Dick didn't take Mr. Min's affection, and if he couldn't solve it, then use force to divide the situation!

"It seems so." Tchaikov shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, he didn't know how this "little man", who was a head shorter than himself, could have such a big breath.

Dick waved his hand, and Robert Lee sent the security guards into an offensive formation and pressed in on them.

Tchaikov smiled contemptuously and put his hand in his pocket.

"Tchaikov, my people are the elite of the special forces, I don't want you to die here." Dick threatened.

Tchaikov looked at the approaching man and raised his gun at him, shrugged his shoulders, and slowly pulled out a walkie-talkie from his pocket: "We need to move our muscles." ”

The Tiger Style, which had been silent just now, seemed to suddenly come to life, and two people suddenly emerged from the machine gun mount on the top of the vehicle, pulled the bolt with a bang, and the door behind the car suddenly opened, and two teams of people and horses rushed down from the car, occupying the vehicle as cover, and pointed their guns at Robert Lee and other advancing security personnel without showing weakness.

"Is it strong enough? Dick," Tchaikov smirked, pulling another bottle of vodka out of his pocket, "I have something even better!" ”

Before Tchaikov could finish speaking, Dick heard a frenzied engine sound, and a tracked armored car rushed out from the side of the road, and the rapid-fire gun on the armored car turned and aimed at Dick's flagship.

"Would you like to take a sip to suppress the shock?" Tchaikov was in complete control of the situation, and when he saw Dick's face, he felt that it was a pleasure, and he took a sip of wine, enjoying the pleasure of the spicy spicy crossing his esophagus, and handed it to Dick.

The advancing security personnel were amazed to see the Tiger resurrected and reinforced by an armored vehicle, and in such an absolutely unbalanced weaponry that anyone with no broken brain knew that the winner was decided, the security personnel stopped and stood awkwardly in the snow, exposed to Tchaikov's fire.

Dick impatiently blocked Tchaikov's bottle, turned back and said, "Let's go!" ”

"Dick, go back and sleep well with the Oriental beauty, I believe her gentleness can make you feel better, if you need to call me, I can help you deal with his boyfriend! Hahaha......" Tchaikov's smug laugh made Dick sound harsh, and Dick really wanted to shoot him!

Dick is not an impulsive person, and in the face of Tchaikov, who comes prepared, he can only end up in a violent corpse wilderness.

Dick didn't want to die, and beneath his cynical exterior was a hidden fear that followed Dick when he was born, and no matter how much he struggled, it wouldn't leave. When his son was born, Dick realized that the curse would be like a noose, slowly wrapping around his neck, slowly, but inevitably, one day he would die suddenly, and Dick was so frightened at the thought of this that he even thought about killing the baby in order to survive, but this could not change Dick's fate. Dick was afraid of the curse, he was reluctant to this red dust world, and even more reluctant to be the enviable drunken gold fan, when this life-saving straw reached Dick's eyes, he would desperately grasp it no matter what.

From a certain point of view, Dick's life is sad, behind that aura is a deep fear of death, although everyone will die, but knowing how to die is the most helpless sadness.

Dick returned to the flagship with a gloomy face, and the driver looked at each other, looked at Dick and asked, "What to do?" ”

"Turn back!" Dick roared, pouring out the anger that could not be vented on Tchaikov's head.

Security personnel have set up a cordon to protect the convoy from retreating, and how easy it is to make a U-turn on a narrow road? Under the watchful eye of Tchaikov's guns and muzzles, the experienced drivers almost made mistakes several times, but in the end, there was no danger, and after half an hour the convoy turned around and returned the same way.

Dick cursed in his heart as he saw Tchaikov in the rearview mirror of the flagship waving his bottle at him and saying goodbye to him.

"Dick, he can't be blamed for that." Xia Ruobing said that the driver barely rested, and everyone was tired from bumps on such a road, and it was unfair to him to vent his anger on him.

"I paid for it, what I need is service!" Dick said angrily, but then felt that it was not wise to be angry in front of Xia Ruobing, he forcibly suppressed his anger and said in a relaxed tone as much as possible, "We don't have much time, damn Tchaikov, he is ahead of me again!" ”

"Isn't there any other way for us to go but here?" Xia Ruobing asked.

Dick was thoughtful, Tchaikov was right, the gentleness peculiar to oriental women would really make her feel better.

"Honey, you are really my savior!" Dick suddenly screamed, reached out and hugged Xia Ruobing violently, and kissed her fiercely on the face, this action made Xia Ruobing startled, and quickly pushed him away.

"Now that the weather is clear, we can do something else." Dick couldn't help but say happily, not realizing Xia Ruobing's embarrassment, "Tchaikov, do you think you can stop me?" ”