On May 20, 2009, it rained heavily.

After the last thunderstorm of late spring, thousands of tons of water fell overwhelmingly, strong winds from far to near made waves in the harbor, and 100-ton steel ships curled up in the harbor and were blown to squeak.

The Star-Spangled Banner stretched straight in the harbor, the whistle loomed in the rain in the distant downtown of Chicago, and the old man in the vigil room locked the window, hid in his chair, drank a beer, put on cotton wool earmuffs, and ended his work early tonight.

Three days ago, the Chicago weather forecast predicted the arrival of the typhoon, judging from satellite photography outside the universe, a white cyclone the size of an onion ring, and also nicknamed "onion" from the North Atlantic Ocean landed in New Jersey on May 17, after a three-day sweep along the road through Pennsylvania, Michigan, Wisconsin, and finally by a gust of wind from the northern Hudson Bay to Chicago in Illinois.

The port of Chicago, one of the largest ports in the United States, became the site of the landing of Typhoon Codenamed 'The Onion', and when the black wind and the spicy white rain hit the cheeks of the port workers at half past five in the evening, the whole port area began to blow the horn to empty the port, leaving only an old night watchman with seven times the salary and thousands of tons of containers outside the Zazao equipment factory.

The night watchman is just a formality, because no one can go out and enter the port in the weather of a typhoon, even a thousand-ton freighter is difficult to dock in the port, a slightly lightweight boat can be swept into the sky by waves and hurricanes, and a few terrifying dragons are rolling in the surfing resorts of distant Lake Michigan in the past, and it seems to be sticking to the white strips in the sky and the earth, in this case, no one will risk their lives to force their way to this port area, and the lonely old man of the night watch naturally does not have to stay awake all night.

"In this kind of weather, no one should come, right?"

Similarly, Dwight, who was waiting outside the A2 factory in Chicago Harbor, thought so.

Dwight Eisenhower, a man in a black hat, black coat and black shoe band, stood at the door of the equipment factory two hundred meters away from the harbor, looking out at the waterspouts on Lake Michigan with a sad face. Behind him there were yellow lamps in the old factory, and the wind poured in from every crevice, blowing the bulbs from side to side, causing his black shadow to drag and sway on the ground, as if to show his heart in the same situation at this time.

The Port of Chicago isn't alone tonight, as there's still a deal waiting for Dwight to complete in the midst of the storm.

Even standing under the eaves of the factory, Dwight's face was still beaten by the wind and was still white, he raised his hand to see the time, but found that the second-hand mechanical watch did not know when the water did not leave, and the time was locked at eight o'clock in the evening, which made him can't help but curse in a low voice to take down this piece of birthday gift that his wife was deceived into buying for 300 US dollars.

He made up his mind that if tonight's big order was completed, he would let his boss smash the second-hand luxury store in Chicago City West. The woman who loves luxury jewelry at home doesn't know how many times she has been deceived into buying fakes there, and every time he is forced by the strength of the gang behind the store to dare not come to the door to find fault.

In this era of fighting bravely and ruthlessly, the more ruthless guys in their hands, the more they can talk, as long as this "big deal" can be successfully completed tonight, then the underground forces of Chicago City will be decided by them.

The reason for the water in the watch is not the right time, for the stability of the transaction tonight, all the people in the factory did not carry electronic devices, lost the accuracy of the time, Dwight inevitably rose a faint anxiety in his heart, the transaction time they agreed with the seller is 9:20, now he is the connector can not calculate the time, and the weather in the port is as unrestrained as the dragon lord turned over, even if the buyer did a nuclear submarine successfully broke through the wind and waves and landed on them, they can't do it, and there is a high probability that the buyer will not be able to find this place to continue to complete the transaction.

In fact, it stands to reason that the weather forecast broadcast the typhoon entry three days ago, how can they contact the buyer to change the transaction time in three days, but they are still waiting in the storm, not because they are dead-eyed, but Dwight's top boss did contact the buyer to ask to change the transaction date, but the other party directly rejected the proposal, and asked to trade on the original date on the grounds of "stormy weather is more convenient", but in terms of the current weather, I'm afraid that the buyer wants to come as promised, I'm afraid that he really has to drive a nuclear submarine to board the port, right?

Just as Dwight was thinking, a loud sound of water waves bursting startled him to shrink his head into his collar and turn his head to look at the source of the sound - a huge black shadow crushed from the big waves with the momentum of the god's chariot, a blue whale whistle as loud as a song cut through the black rainstorm night, snow-white arrows tore through the darkness of the rainy night and shot directly on the edge of Chicago Harbor, in the light Dwight saw clearly, the huge black shadow was shocked to be a tugboat painted the same color as this rainstorm night, With incredible horsepower, they are slashing through the oncoming waves and preparing to force their way to the port!

It is hard to imagine that there is still a captain who is not afraid of death in this kind of weather and dares to sail, but Dwight did not question the scene he saw with his eyes, because he knew when the other party finalized the trading plan for that stormy night, none of the people who will appear in the center of the eye of this typhoon tonight are normal people, they are all crazy people, fanatics for fame and fortune, driving a tugboat to force the port under the force of eight winds is obviously in line with the style of a madman.

The splash of water dropped by the anchor was immediately swallowed up by the waves, and the tugboat successfully landed and anchored at the edge of the harbor, not like a ship swaying in the wind and rain like weeds in the distance, the tugboat that came in the night and the torrential rain lay quietly on the edge of the harbor like a lying giant, and nothing could make him shake his majestic body except the end of the earth.

A man wearing a raincoat and carrying a black suitcase jumped down on the tugboat, and when he got off the boat and raised his hand to cover the wind and rain, he noticed the signal from the flashing flashlight of the portable strong light flashlight in the extreme distance, three long and one short and two short and one long repeated the cycle, which was the code they had set in advance with the seller, and after receiving the signal, the man in the raincoat turned back and gestured to his colleagues on the tugboat, and Dwight on the factory side also immediately received the corresponding code from the ship.

After a while, Dwight, who was standing at the entrance of the factory, saw a man in a raincoat piercing through the storm, walking towards him with firm and fast steps, and by the warm yellow light from the factory, he could clearly see the relief of a half-decayed World Tree with silver paint sprayed on the black suitcase in the other person's hand.

After identifying the other party with the symbol, Dwight put his hand in his mouth and blew a loud whistle into the factory, and then turned to meet the man in the raincoat.

"You're late."

Originally, Dwight wanted to use such an opening statement to dominate the next negotiations, he knew what kind of powerful forces they were trading with, but if they showed the decline of this side as soon as they came, maybe there would be a scene of big fish eating small fish in this rainstorm night, so he was ready to give the oppressive force that the head snake should have as soon as he came up to let the other party know that they are not easy to mess with.

"Where's the stuff?" Contrary to his wishes, before Dwight could say anything, the man in the raincoat walked directly past him and walked briskly towards the yellow-lit factory, directly blocking all the words of the local gang thinker.

"As soon as you come up, you have to see things, doesn't it seem too purposeful? It's a stormy tonight, and there's going to be a lot more work for the police in the city than usual, and no one is going to come to the harbor in this weather to trouble us, so slow down my friend. Dwight quickly caught up with the man and walked into the factory, and in the depths of the factory, twenty or thirty strong men who could be recognized as gang members were already clubbed in the center of the field, with gang-like patterns tattooed on their arms, each holding a gun in both hands in front of the crotch of his legs slightly apart, and looking at the oncoming man and his own brain with a blank expression.

"It's been a stormy night." The man suddenly stood still, turned to look at Dwight, and said a well-known fact.

"Yes, it did rain a lot tonight, and the weather forecast said that the wind could reach up to level 9 tonight, and even pigs could blow on the streets." Dwight hesitated for a moment, but chose to take the man's words.

"So, we didn't come by boat to flirt with you in such a big rainstorm, we gave you what you wanted, and you gave us what we wanted, and after the deal was completed, we went to our own places and never got along, this is what we should do now, instead of letting me listen to you perform those shoddy words at the negotiating table in my ear! Do you want to close the deal now, or are you talking nonsense to the point where I turn around and walk away? ”

Standing under the factory lamp, Dwight saw the man's face clearly, it was a typical Aryan face, with a long skull and a narrow face, extremely three-dimensional facial features, deep eye sockets and piercing eyes like an iron hook on the bridge of the nose, this eagle-like man was probably no more than twenty-five years old, but the sharp words and sharp knife momentum gave Dwight the pressure of four times his age.

"Okay, okay, the weather is bad today, everyone is very anxious, this is normal." Dwight took a step back decisively, since the other party showed such a tough attitude as soon as he came, it was better for them to show weakness first, since the words could not solve the problem, then in the end, it would have to rely on the strength of the wrist. If something really goes wrong in a while, it's not too late to shine the guys, for this transaction, their gang has brought almost all the living forces to this factory, even if it is a strong dragon crossing the river, they have to weigh the fangs of their group of local snakes.

"Where's the stuff?" The Aryan man repeated what he had asked as soon as he came.

Dwight looked at the dozen or so gang members in the field, tilted his head slightly, and a path parted in the middle of the crowd, and a dark brown coffin behind it showed a dead silence under the warm yellow chandelier, and even the wind and rain outside the factory were silent for a while.

This is Chicago, the third largest city in the United States, and the number of illegal drug and arms transactions can reach an astonishing tens of thousands throughout the year.

The coffin is dark brown throughout, built of pure wood but I don't know the wood species, from the front it looks like a half-sided log, but the two sides are oblique with arcs, the front section is large, the rear end is small, there is no doubt that the overall casting style is Chinese, but there are paint peels and bumps caused by handling errors in some places, but the overall physiognomy is quite complete.

And this Chinese-style coffin is the most noteworthy, and the most expensive part of this coffin has not yet been destroyed, and the Aryan man beside Dwight saw his eyes fall straight on the lid of the dark brown coffin, which is written in two rows of Chinese characters that span countless years and dynasties in blood brown that is darker than dark brown.

As one of the top gangs in Chicago, Dwight and his men may be among the top in the road in terms of force and ferocity, but in terms of knowledge, they are undoubtedly a hundred times inferior to the mysterious Aryan man in front of them. After months of hard work to get the coffin, they only figured out one thing, that is, the thing was a cultural relic and a lot of value, but they never wanted to understand why the Chinese-style coffin was so valuable, and what the two lines of words written in Chinese on the lid meant.

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

Thunder roared outside the factory, Dwight saw the Aryan man who was staring intently, and said that the deal was done tonight, and turned his head to give a look to the gang members, and the crowd immediately closed to block Dwight's gaze, and the latter retracted his gaze and fell on the gang man next to him.

"Our stuff seems to satisfy you, but what about ours?" Dwight looked the Aryan man up and down, only to see that he was carrying the black box with the strange symbol, and this guy didn't look like he could find a hundred fully m16a1 fully automatic rifles and fifty m911 pistols from his body.

"Stand back." The Aryan man said coldly.

The slightly prickly cold words seemed to stir the nerves of the gun-wielding gang members, and Dwight raised his hand to stop the commotion of his colleagues, and voluntarily retreated to leave room for the Aryan man.

The fact that he was able to climb to the position of the current gang think tank means that although his brain is not as good as the Wall Street elite, it is enough to fight bravely in the dark alleys of Chicago. The natural rat nature made him smell a strange aura on this man's body, which he couldn't even find in those real underworld heroes, but just now he finally remembered what this inexplicable feeling was.

- It was the murderous aura of a well-trained soldier.

If it weren't for the real poor dagger, Dwight really didn't want to do anything to this kind of guy who didn't know how much power was hidden behind him, even if the other party was a foreign force, it was not something that they gang members could provoke.

After Dwight stepped back, the Aryan man squatted down expressionlessly, laid down the black box in his hand, and typed the codebox on the touchable screen hidden in the box before automatically popping open the lock cylinder.

Dwight watched as the Aryan man picked up the microphone on the communication device, said a simple sentence in Chinese he didn't understand, and closed the box again.

"I've contacted my companions on the tugboat, and in ten minutes they'll be here with a forklift with what you want." The Aryan man lifted the box and looked at Dwight beside him and said calmly, the latter realized that this Aryan man with strong oppressive training signs and sharp signs was not the person of the other party at all!

- The Aryan men were only on the harbor to tread water in advance, and it was only after seeing the coffin that they decided to inform the real man on the black tug to continue the deal!

Dwight's heart suddenly became more in awe of the forces represented by the Half-Immortal World Tree Queen, and more worries surged in his heart at the same time, because the amount of arms they traded with the coffin behind them this time was actually a lion's mouth, but the person on the other side agreed to the deal without thinking about it, which would inevitably make them feel that these people were already ready to eat black, and they were naturally not afraid of their sky-high asking price.

Ten minutes passed in the silent wait of the stormy night, and the Aryan man glanced at the diver's watch on his wrist, which was many times more delicate and expensive than Dwight, and when the last turn of the second hand was exactly ten minutes, he looked up at the rainy night outside the factory and said, "Here we are." ”

The thunderstorm finally fell over the city of Chicago at this moment, the branch-shaped thunder was like a mysterious inverted tree in the black sky spread pale, under the electric light of the thunderstorm, Dwight saw clearly the figure of the umbrella walking on foot on the rainy night, under the thunder light, it was actually a half-old child, wearing a black trench coat as black as this stormy night, a black hair that was messy by the wind dripped rain, the raindrops converged on the tip of his forehead and fell, and the irregular raindrops reflected the pale golden eyes when they fell.

Dwight's gaze fell on the golden pupils as bright as a gas lamp, and the whole person was hit by the wall and leaned back slightly, and a chill inexplicably surged in his heart, and he instantly avoided his gaze and adjusted his somewhat disordered breathing. Behind him, a gang of men who were domineering and armed with fierceness and ferocity also became extremely nervous, and they subconsciously turned their heads sideways to avoid the boy who was walking on a stormy night.

When the Aryan man beside Dwight saw the boy approaching, he quickly stepped forward without saying a word to catch the black umbrella for the boy, and respectfully retreated to the boy's side and whispered something for him, and the boy nodded slightly while his eyes passed through Dwight not far away and fell behind the gang members, where the corner of the dark brown coffin could be vaguely seen.

"I got it, just leave it to me. The seniors have worked hard. After the Aryan man had finished explaining, the golden-eyed boy spoke his first words in the stormy night, and the voice that came out was still green, which was exactly the same as his young face, and Dwight was sure once again that this was a boy who was no more than 16 or 7 years old!

"This... Is it the person who represents the transaction tonight? After the boy spoke, the Aryan man completely retreated into the background, standing behind the boy as if he were silently guarding, Dwight could only open his mouth to ask the boy, but it seemed that the moment before he was frightened by the boy's golden eyes in the dark and stormy night, his voice was actually a little stiff and astringent.

"Class of 2009, Kassel Academy, Acting Member of the Executive Department, Lin Nian." The boy took two steps forward and approached Dwight and stretched out his right hand and said lightly, "I will only report myself once, which is considered a sincere expression for this exchange, but forget everything I said after tonight, or I will bear the consequences." ”

Threat? Or is it a gesture of goodwill?

Dwight couldn't figure out what was going on, and he could only take the boy's hand in a slightly confused way, and the to-night deal began with a shake that was so strong that his right hand hurt.