Gu Tie left the car in a small repair shop, and walked into the "new beauty" hotel selected by the clown, the proprietress with heavy makeup did not ask a word, took fifty euros, threw out three room keys, Gu Tie poured some liquor on George's body to disguise the little white face as a drunk, but did not show the slightest curiosity about the unconscious guy on Bot's back, "What a wasted effort...... The Chinese muttered and walked up three flights of stairs into the room.

At the same time, a custom-built Gulfstream XII jet landed at Dharamzadagad Airport in Mongolia's South Gobi Province, a domestic airport in an underdeveloped province, where air traffic control and ground crews had never seen an international airliner land directly without Genghis Khan International Airport, and there were no customs officers to carry out the necessary immigration procedures.

The pure white Gulfstream plane slowly stopped, the cabin door opened, and a blonde man in a well-fitting handmade Italian suit and a red silk tie walked briskly down the gangway, and the airport management in the blue uniform respectfully greeted him and said in broken English, "Welcome to Mongolia, sir." Please please take the trouble to register with me at the Immigration Bureau of Lanzadagade City, and please trouble Mr. Captain to go to the Aviation Administration to supplement the declaration of the route and complete some routine documents, sir. ”

"Mr. Captain is right in front of you, here's your registration form. Dvoru did not change his cadence and stride length at all, and a thick stack of euros pushed away the Mongolian bureaucracy, "The formalities are very complete, sir, and I wish you a pleasant holiday in Mongolia." There is an international circus festival going on, and there are very good performances all over the country, as well as well-known circus troupes performing on the move...... "The airport official flicked his wrist, the euro had disappeared without a trace, and he got out of the way with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, your shoelaces are open. The blonde man said lightly.

"Oh, thank you, sir!" the Mongol glanced down at his leather shoes, then looked up again, and there was no one in front of him, the dilapidated runway, the low terminal and the cramped parking garage were silent, and there was no evidence of anyone visiting except the plane behind him.

"Huh, European broadman. The official patted his chest in surprise, and the money in the inner pocket was thick and full, and it felt great.

Dvoru walked out of Dharamza Dagard Airport alone, and a black Volvo sedan stopped on the side of the road with its engine on," said Mr. Commissioner. The man in the suit bowed, "My name is ......"

"No need, observer of the Lord of the Flies, you didn't enter the airport to greet me, it means that you are an overly proud fellow, I don't have a good opinion of you, so I don't need to introduce myself. The blonde man waved his hand, "Give me the car, you can get out of here." ”

The dark-skinned, short-haired Oriental man frowned unobtrusively, "Mr. Dvoru, the Temple Thorn Cross has no substantive jurisdiction over Berushe Babu, and if you treat me like this, I'm afraid the deacon will be a little unreasonable......"

Unmoved, Dvoru walked to the cab and pulled the car door, "Although the King of the Flies is ranked higher than me, it is not your turn to teach me the eleventh-ranked person. Don't forget, the Brotherhood Code clearly states that contrarian behavior with a ranking gap of more than 50 places can be sanctioned directly without a tribunal. The blonde man dropped a sentence and sat in the driver's seat.

The black-haired man's face sank like water, his hands on the door frame and leaned down, staring into the commissioner's eyes: "Listen, Dvoru, you may not know who I am, I am the senior deacon of Beirusaibab who just arrived from Russia, the second priest of the 'prophet' system, the man who always maintains the fifth level of pain and will take over ......the position of deacon lord in the future!

Before he could finish his words, Dvoru's left hand touched the middle finger of his left hand under his right ear at a speed that was so fast that he couldn't see the afterimage, "Sting!" The blonde man sighed and spat out the name of the blow, slowly retracting his fingers, the tips of his slender fingers and golden arcs crackling and flickering, "My physique can excite instantaneous voltages of up to fourteen thousand volts, and the arc that I precisely control can penetrate deep into the human body to destroy internal tissues, just like the sting of a bee." Since you are a man who can withstand grade 5 pain, it may be a good thing to go through the baptism of trigeminal neuralgia. ”

The black-haired man's body stiffened, and before his consciousness could react, his body organs had unconsciously collapsed, saliva, snot, saliva and urine poured out at the same time, yellow liquid flowed from the hem of his well-dressed trousers, his conjunctiva began to congest, his lips turned out to expose his gums, his nostrils dilated, and all signs showed that a huge pain was coming like a tsunami.

"In case you don't know, the trigeminal nerve is the facial nerve responsible for sending sensory signals from the face, mouth, nasal cavity and masticatory muscles to the brain. Dvoru gently pushed the other man away to prevent the spilled bodily fluids from soiling his pants, "Normally trigeminal neuralgia can't be induced by external causes, but I've found a 'trigger point' here that can cause severe pain with the right stimulation. ...... Go back and tell your deacons that don't let such waste tarnish the reputation of Berushabab again. He gestured with his hand to a pistol and pointed it under his ear, "...... Bang!"

As if he had really been hit by a bullet, the black-haired man's whole body bounced up and slammed to the ground, holding his head in his hands and letting out a terrible scream. Dvoru closed the door and started the electric Volvo sedan to drive forward, and in the rearview mirror, the man was tumbling, bouncing, twisting and struggling, covered in foul-smelling urine. "I'm going to be reprimanded by the Speaker again, alas. The blonde man sighed, adjusted his mirror, and pressed the gas pedal deeply.

An hour later, the Volvo S80 sedan slowly pulled up on the street in Zamyn-Uud, and Dvoru stepped out of the car and looked around. There is not a single pedestrian on the street, martial law has not been lifted, and there are checkpoints at every major entrance, only let in and not let out. As soon as the car stopped, several heavily armed soldiers gathered around and stared cautiously at the blond, blue-eyed European. "Papers?" a soldier held out.

Dvoru's eyes drifted into the distance, and the soldiers involuntarily followed him back, but found nothing special. When he looked back, he had lost his figure in front of him, and the blonde man with the perfect body had disappeared. The "bastard ......" soldier immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to the commander-in-chief, and the major officer who was on standby in the communications armored vehicle did not dare to delay, and immediately dialed the phone of the deputy commander of the military region in charge of the operation, "Hmm, well, understand......" A few words were promised on the military phone, and the major put down the receiver: "Signal soldier, convey the order to all soldiers, about a Germanic man with a height of about 1.85 meters and long blond hair......"

At this time, the correspondent from Europe walked unhurriedly past the Mongolian restaurant, and turned down the alley to the back door of the restaurant, he stopped in front of a broken glass window, reached out and stroked the blurred footprints on the window lattice, tiny arcs crackled in his palms, a line of green smoke rose, Dvoru twitched his nose twice, and nodded.

He began to move down the dilapidated alleys of the ghetto. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, and because of martial law, all the inhabitants had returned to their shacks, and the slums had become noisy and noisy, and the air was filled with the smell of high soju, inferior cigarettes, and sour goat's milk, mixed with the stench of garbage, which was as dizzy as poisonous gas. A drunk man staggered from the other end of the alley, his fat body almost filling the alley, "Get out of the way." Dvoru commanded briefly.

The drunken man raised his eyelids and looked at him, muttered something nonchalantly, and continued to squeeze at him.

"Get out of the way. Dvoru repeated. The difference is that this time he let go of the charge barrier on the surface of his body. Everyone has a unique smell, and the unique smell from various surface secretions and hormones can reflect the state of the human body, and it is a natural smell fingerprint that cannot be erased. Dvoru's body is constantly covered with an electrical charge, creating a thin ionosphere that destroys, dilutes, and eliminates its own odor molecules. Of course, there are occasions - such as now - there is no need for such self-preservation.

The fear hidden in the genes took over the Liuhan's body, the rush of adrenaline made his heart beat faster, his mouth parched, and his vision distorted by alcohol completely blurred, and now the only thing the Mongolian could think of was to run away, drop the bottle, and run as far away as possible. Fear from the ancient hunting era, fear in the face of invincible and powerful beasts, beneficial fear inspired in order to prolong life as much as possible...... Although modern man has abandoned the identity of the beast, the passivated hunting gene sometimes appears automatically to protect the ignorant civilized human.

In front of him, it was not a human who was wearing a suit, but a monster, a terrifying monster of the flood era...... The Wanderer sat down on the ground with a thud, his legs twitching involuntarily, squirming and retreating in the garbage, his bloodshot eyes unable to see Dvoru's appearance, but his vision was filled with the image of an incomparably large predator.

"Saved a lot of trouble. The blonde man smiled and stepped over him. The windows slammed shut and the surroundings became quiet, and the inhabitants of the slums, smelling the ominous smell, began to huddle in the cramped chambers and close their eyes, waiting for bad luck to pass by. I don't know whose child let out a cry, and the mother immediately covered the child's mouth and choked the cry in her palm.

When the wolf rushes into the flock, the sheep do not flee in all directions, and fear prevents them from moving, so they can only wait quietly for the predator to choose their prey, and pray that the prey is not themselves. Human beings, like such animals that have been kept in captivity for too long, have simply lost the courage to resist in the face of absolutely powerful existence.

"Is it over here?" Dvorul picked up a brass shell and looked up.