Boom!!!

In a large and empty cathedral, a black figure was instantly smashed into the wall, like a butterfly glued to a spider's web, the figure opened its arms, and was stuck by the countless green silk meshes lit up on the wall behind it, unable to move.

He opened his mouth and roared, but he didn't make the slightest sound. The figure was pitch black, as if its whole body was made up of black shadows, and it had no face at all, except for a little white light that could be seen inside the mouth when it opened its large mouth.

"What kind of dream is this?" Garon stood inexplicably in the middle of the church, as if he felt that there were onlookers everywhere, and he couldn't see anyone but himself, only the black figure glued to the wall.

It was the first time he had dreamed like this, and everything around him was something he had never seen before, and he was one hundred percent sure that any point on the walls of the surrounding churches gave him an unusually strange feeling.

"Black Sas?" he whispered, but there was no reaction in his mind.

He looked up to see the black figure struggling against the opposite wall, the man snarling wildly with his mouth wide open in an attempt to break free from the network above. But that strange green death is getting tighter and tighter.

Garon tried to keep his attention as much as he could, not to be distracted by everything around him, otherwise the dream would become a mess again.

He kept an eye on everything around him. The church is blurry and chaotic, and the surrounding patterns can be seen clearly, but if you look closely, it is blurry.

On both sides of the surrounding, tall golden statues were erected, all of them holding their long swords and clubbing the ground with both hands. It is more than ten meters high.

Garon lifted his feet and walked slowly around the church, he walked under the glued figure and reached out to touch the large green wire mesh. But unfortunately, there seemed to be a transparent glass-like compartment between him and the screen, and all he could touch was the hard and smooth surface of the compartment.

Woo

In a trance, a slight sound sounded in his ears, and Garon felt that his vision was slightly blurred, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

"Hmm" he opened his eyes and slowly straightened up from the recliner.

The dream just now was so real and novel that he still remembered it when he woke up.

He was lying on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor, and the alarm on his mobile phone was ringing rhythmically. It was his pre-scheduled time alarm.

He ripped off his pajamas. Garon got out of the couch and stood up, and there was silence in the small living room. The maids all went back to their rooms to rest, and at night the open floor-to-ceiling curtains of the living room were blown up by the wind, and the wind blew in from the outer balcony one after another.

Garon walked out onto the balcony and looked out.

Some of the lights lit up in the distance are fixed. There is a move. Only one or two shops were still open on the opposite street, the rest were closed, and from time to time a few motorcycles would speed by, breaking the complete silence.

He picked up his phone from the coffee table, and there were text messages from Raphael, messages from his parents, and even a message from Jason, urging him to go back and see when he was going back.

There is also a message from the bald hair.

This guy has been blind since one eye. has always hated Rapo's daughter and wants revenge. But little was done under Garon's deterrence. But the character has become more and more brutal.

Click on the bald head's information.

'Discover the clue to the mask, which is in an old family collection in Europe and has such a mask in a private exhibition. We are negotiating with the other party and hope to buy it, but the other party is a bit resolute and does not plan to sell the mask. Alternative avenues are being sought. ’

The text message was sent at eleven o'clock last night, and Garon looked at the current time, it was three twenty-five in the morning.

It should be eight or nine o'clock in the morning on the bald side.

Garon texted the other side directly.

'I can reveal a little bit of identity, and if he is willing to do it, he can get a certain degree of friendship from our Nighthawk. ’

After waiting for a while, there was a quick reply.

"Boss, I'm afraid it's difficult, we Nighthawk have almost no market in Europe, and the main area is occupied by mercenaries here, if it's Africa, it's easy to do, but here it seems to be a bit of a breakthrough now. ’

'Whatever conditions they need, let them drive, as long as it's not too much, they can say yes, but remember the bottom line. Garon replied.

'Understood. ’

Garon put down his phone, he had already vaguely felt the unusualness of the black copper mask at this time, after wearing this mask on his face, it could still intermittently emit a subtle potential air flow into his body.

Obviously, Garon remembered that he had absorbed all the potential points, but now a new potential aura actually appeared.

This made him curious about masks.

"I promised you, Barcelina. Do not interfere in your private life until you are twenty years old. In a gorgeous study, a white-haired old man spoke to a young girl in a low voice.

"You're nineteen years old, and you're going to be twenty soon, and you're going to have a twenty birthday party. I, your mother, and your grandmother, want you to be able to share in the business of the breadwinner. The old man paused, "You like to collect, we follow you, you like fighting, we support, you also like to make movies, it doesn't matter." But. You need to know that your future is different from that of your companions. Our cause, the cause that our elders are working hard for, needs you to grasp and hold on, so as not to let our hard work go to waste. It's your responsibility as a member of the family. It's also the price you should pay for enjoying it all. ”

The young girl is dressed in a white T-shirt and ripped jeans, she looks no different from an ordinary bad girl, the girl is five big and three thick, and her face is a little like a man, there is no trace of beauty, and she belongs to the type that makes people rack their brains and can't think of how to praise it.

The skin on the body has large pores, neither white nor black, but with a dirty yellow. His short hair was dry and withered like a withered weed. Small eyes, big nose and big mouth, as a teenage girl. It is true that she has inherited the shortcomings of her parents completely, but she has not inherited the slightest advantage of her parents.

At this time, she listened attentively to her grandfather's reprimand, but her heart was calm.

"Isn't it twenty years old yet? Basetina replied with a calm face.

"We're afraid that you don't understand. Grandpa retorted. "You have to be clear about what's the right thing to do. In this world, only power is the most powerful thing, the sharpest weapon. Then there's money, and you're still chasing meaningless things. ”

"That's not for nothing. Basetina retorted. "Any field that goes to the top is dazzling and powerful. ”

"So what? Our relationship can bring you world-class movie stars, world-class martial arts instructors, and the best antiques. Those who are at the top of these fields. They only have tens of millions of dollars a year, and at most hundreds of millions of dollars, and public opinion is manipulated in the hands of us, who are behind the scenes, and fade out. Cooling. The industry is crowded, and it is too easy to ban them. The old man replied indifferently.

"People won't be fooled so easily. Basetina frowned.

"You're wrong. The old man shook his head, "The people are the easiest to be fooled because they can't see the facts at the first time, this era is the era of science and technology, anything real can become fake, and anything fake can become true,"

"Forget it. I don't want to quarrel with you, I understand what you mean. I'll be ready. Barcelina stood up and patted her pants. Turn around and open the door and walk out of the study.

Coming out of her grandfather's place and driving slowly along the tree-lined path, Barcelina didn't know what to do, and there was always a deep unwillingness.

In the face of a huge family, she personally seems so weak and fragile. The social circle she had worked so hard to build was nothing more than a joke in the eyes of the family, and they could easily destroy all of her relationships and isolate her completely.

But she doesn't give in, she loves collecting and grappling, and spends a lot of money and energy on both every year.

Pulling out her phone, she dialed a friend's number.

'Hey Gamu, how's the latest show going?'

'What?' You have something at home, so you probably won't be able to attend the show?'

'Okay, okay, how about we meet in the afternoon and go shopping?

Hanging up, Barceltina dialed another number.

'Chrissy, what are you doing? What, you're moving, I'll be right over to see you off!'

'No, okay, okay'

Another friend inexplicably became indifferent.

Barceltina had already felt that a large net woven by the family was gradually beginning to close, and she was powerless to resist.

Gritting her teeth, she dialed a number again, but this time the other party didn't answer at all, and no one answered.

The constant change of number by number is played out.

Friends, like-minded people, members of a club, and the phone call of the collection association either did not answer or all kinds of bad news, and even most of the members of the collection association she organized withdrew one after another, and the entire association was close to collapse at once.

Bang!

"Shit!"

Basetina slammed her fist on the steering wheel, and the car came to a halt, followed by a sound of brakes.

Her circle was so fragile that no one could resist the pressure of her family, which was oppressive from all regions of society, heavy and suffocating.

Constantly, she tried phone numbers one by one, but all the calls were either desperately dead silent or euphemistically refused.

Gradually, she expanded her reach to anyone she knew and exchanged phone calls. Dialing out of the numbers one by one, the result is still helpless and desperate, she thinks that the huge and complex relationship network seems to be extensive, but it is still under the control of the family's strength, without exception.

With a growing sense of despair.

She was the last, and with the most desperate expectations, she made a phone call.

It was the number of a stranger I met when I went to the United States to participate in a fighting exchange tournament. She's trying to find a place where her family's power can't reach her. (To be continued......)