The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 187: The wind of change (medium)

The old Santana car successfully traversed a distance of 200 kilometers. After entering the Wuyuan county seat, Gu Tie left the car in a small repair shop and took a group of people into the "new" selected by the clown. The beautiful" hotel, the lady proprietress with heavy make-up did not ask a word, received fifty euros and threw out three room keys. Gu Tie poured some liquor on George and disguised the little white face as a drunkard, but she did not tell Bot at all. The comatose guy responded with a bit of curiosity, "It's a waste..." The Chinese mumbled, went up three flights of stairs, and entered the room.

At the same time, a specially customized Gulfstream Xii jet landed at Dalanzadagad Airport in South Gobi Province of Mongolia. As a domestic airport in an underdeveloped province, this airport’s air traffic control and ground handling The personnel have never seen an international passenger plane directly land here without the Genghis Khan International Airport. There are even no customs officers here, unable to perform the necessary entry registration procedures,

The pure white Gulfstream plane came to a halt slowly, the door opened, and a blond man wearing a very well-fitting Italian handmade suit and a red silk tie walked down the gangway quickly, and the airport manager in blue uniform respectfully We greeted us and said in broken English: "Welcome to Mongolia, sir, please tell me to get to the Immigration Bureau of Lanzadagad to do the registration, and Mr. Captain, please go to the Aviation Administration Bureau to make additional declarations about the route. , Complete some routine documents, sir."

"Mr. Captain is right in front of you. This is your registration form." Dvoru didn't change the pace or stride at all. A thick stack of euros pushed away the Mongolian bureaucrats. "The procedures are very complete, sir. , I wish you a pleasant holiday in Mongolia. The International Circus Festival is now being held. There are very exciting performances all over the country, and well-known circuses are performing on the move..." The airport officials’ wrists turned, and the euro has disappeared. Trace, he gave way with a smile on his face,

"Thank you, your shoelaces are opened." The blond man said lightly,

"Oh, thank you, sir." The Mongol glanced down at his leather shoes, then raised his head. There was no one in front of him, the dilapidated runway, the low terminal building and the narrow hangar were silent. Except for the plane behind him, there is no evidence that anyone has been here.

"Hey, European rich man." The official patted his chest with no surprise, the banknotes in the inner pocket were thick and full, and I felt great,

Dvoru walked out of Dharanzadagad Airport alone, a black Volvo car turned on the engine and stopped on the side of the road, "Mr. Commissioner." 　The man in a suit bowed and said, "My name is..."

"No need, observer of the Lord of the Flies, you did not enter the airport to meet me, it means that you are an overly proud guy. I have no affection for you, so I don't need to introduce myself." The blond man waved, "Give me the car. , You can withdraw."

The dark-skinned oriental man with short black hair frowned unobtrusively, "Mr. Dvoru, the Temple of Thorns Cross has no substantive jurisdiction over Belu Saibab, you treat it like this I, I am afraid that the head of the deacon will be a bit unreasonable..."

Dvoru walked towards the cab unmovedly and opened the door, "Although the Lord of the Flies is ranked higher than me, but it is not your turn to preach to me, who is ranked 11th. Don’t forget, the Brotherhood’s Code clearly states that reversal behavior with a ranking gap of more than 50 places can be directly sanctioned without the referee." The blond man dropped a word gently and sat in the driver’s seat.

The dark-haired man has a sinking face, leaning his hands on the door frame, and staring into the special commissioner’s eyes: "Listen, Dvoru, you may not know who I am, I just came from Russia. The senior deacon of Belu Saibab, the second priest of the'prophet' system, always maintains the fifth-level pain, and will take over the position of the deacon in the future, if you..."

He didn't finish his words. Dvoru's left **** touched the bottom of his right ear at a speed so fast that the afterimages could not be seen. "Sting." The blond man sighed out the blow. The name, slowly retracted the finger, the slender finger tip and the golden arc flashing cracklingly, "My physique can stimulate an instantaneous voltage of up to 14,000 volts, and the arc that I precisely control can penetrate into the human body. The destruction of tissues is like the sting of a bee. Since you are a man who can bear grade 5 pain, it may be a good thing to experience the baptism of trigeminal neuralgia."

The black-haired man's body stiffened. Before his consciousness could react, his body organs had collapsed unconsciously. Saliva, nasal mucus, saliva, and urine were gushing out at the same time, and yellow liquid came out of the hem of his elegant trousers. Her conjunctiva began to become congested, her lips turned out to reveal her gums, and her nostrils enlarged. All signs showed that huge pain was coming like a tsunami,

"Maybe you don’t know that the trigeminal nerve is responsible for sending sensory signals from the face, mouth, nasal cavity and masticatory muscles to the facial nerve of the brain. The pain signals it transmits can reach the pain center very directly, bringing lightning, Knife cutting, burning, tearing, all kinds of wonderful pain sensations." Dvoru gently pushed the opponent away to prevent overflowing body fluid from soiling his pants, "Generally, trigeminal neuralgia cannot be induced by external causes, but I am A'trigger point' was found here, as long as the appropriate stimulus is applied, it can cause severe pain.... Turn back and tell your deacon sir, don't let this kind of waste taint the reputation of Belu Saibab." He gestured with his hand. Pointing to the bottom of his ear with a pistol, "...bang."

Like being hit by a bullet, the black-haired man bounced his whole body up and fell to the ground. He hugged his hair and screamed. Dvoru closed the door and started the electric Volvo car to drive forward. In the sight glass, the image of the person was rolling and bouncing like a fish out of the water, struggling distortedly, covered with fishy urine, "I'm going to be reprimanded by the Speaker again, alas." The blond man sighed and adjusted. Rearview mirror, step on the accelerator deeply,

One hour later, the Volvo s80 car slowly stopped on the street in Zamyn-Uud. Dvoru got out of the car and looked around. There was no pedestrian on the street. The martial law here has not been lifted. Every major There were checkpoints at the entrances and exits, allowing only entry and no exit. As soon as the car stopped, several heavily armed soldiers gathered around and stared at the blond European with caution, "documents." A soldier reached out his hand. ,

Dvoru's eyes floated into the distance, and the soldiers couldn't help but look back at him. They didn't find anything special. When they turned around, the figure had been lost in front of him, and the perfect blond man had no idea. In the end, "Asshole..." The soldier immediately picked up the walkie-talkie to report to the chief officer. The major officer on standby in the communications armored vehicle did not dare to delay. He dialed the number of the deputy commander in charge of the operation, "Uh, uh, I understand. ......" On the military phone, he agreed to a few words, and the major put down the receiver: "Communicator, convey an order to all soldiers about a Germanic with a height of about 1.85 meters and long golden hair......"

At this time, the commissioner from Europe walked past the Mongolian restaurant unhurriedly and turned along the alley to the back door of the restaurant. He stopped for a moment in front of a broken glass window and reached out to touch the blur on the window lattice. Unclear footprints, tiny electric arcs crackling and flashing under the palm, a ray of green smoke rose, Dvoru twitched his nose twice and nodded,

He started to walk along the dilapidated alleys of the slums. It was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Due to the martial law, all the residents returned to their shack. The slums became noisy and noisy, and the air was full of high-grade liquor and low-quality cigarettes. The smell of goat milk and sour goat's milk, mixed with the smell of garbage, was dizzying like poison gas. A drunk man staggered from the end of the alley, his fat figure almost filled the alley, "Get out of the way." Dvoru commanded briefly,

The drunk raised his eyelids and looked at him, muttering something nonchalantly, and continued to squeeze towards 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 the body. Everyone has a unique smell, which comes from various surface secretions and hormones. Taste can reflect the state of the human body and is an indelible fingerprint of natural gas. Dvoru's body surface is always covered with a layer of electric charge, creating a thin ionosphere, thereby destroying, diluting and eliminating his own odor molecules. Intangible, of course, in some occasions, such as now, there is no need for self-protection like this,

The fear hidden in the genes took over the tramp’s body. The rapid adrenaline secretion made his heart beat faster, his mouth became dry, and his vision distorted by alcohol was completely blurred. The only thing this Mongolian can think of now is Flee, drop the bottle, and run as far as possible. The fear from the ancient hunting age, the fear of the invincible powerful beast, the useful fear in order to prolong life as much as possible...Although modern people have abandoned it The identity of a beast, but the inactivated hunting gene sometimes appears automatically, protecting the ignorant and ignorant civilized humans,

The one wearing a suit in front of him is not a human, but a monster, a terrible monster of the prehistoric age... The tramp sat on the ground with a plop, his legs twitching involuntarily, and he wriggled back in the trash. The bloodshot eyes can't see Dvoru's appearance, but his vision is full of huge predator images,

"Saving a lot of trouble." The blond man smiled slightly and lifted his foot over him. The windows slammed closed continuously, and the surroundings became quiet. The slum residents smelled an unknown smell and began to shrink into the cramp. I closed my eyes in the small room and waited for bad luck to pass by. I don’t know whose child made 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 will not run away. Fear prevents them from moving. They can only wait quietly for the predator to choose the prey, and pray that the prey is not themselves. Human beings have been kept in captivity for too long. Like all animals, in the face of an absolutely powerful existence, the courage to resist has completely disappeared.

"This way." Dvoru picked up a brass bullet case and looked up at the front.