Bam!!!
In a spacious and empty cathedral, a black figure was instantly smashed against the wall like a butterfly stuck in a spider web. The figure opened his arms and was stuck by the countless green threads on the wall behind him, unable to move.
He opened his mouth and roared, but no sound came out. This figure was completely black, as if his entire body was made up of black shadows. He had no face at all, only a little bit of white light could be seen when he opened his mouth.
"What kind of dream is this?" Garon stood in the middle of the cathedral, baffled. He felt like he was being watched from all directions, but when he looked around, he could not see anyone other than himself, only the black figure stuck on the wall.
This was the first time he had such a dream. Everything around him was something he had never seen before. He was a hundred percent sure that it was because the patterns on the walls of the church gave him a strange sense of strangeness.
"Black Sethe?" He called out softly, but there was no response in his mind.
He raised his head and looked at the black figure struggling on the opposite wall. That person opened his mouth and roared wildly, trying to break free from the web above. But that strange green death was getting tighter and tighter.
Garon tried his best to keep his attention, not letting himself be distracted by everything around him, or else the dream would become a mess again.
He paid attention to everything around him conservatively. The cathedral was blurry and chaotic. He could clearly see the patterns around him, but when he looked closely, it was all a blur.
There were tall golden statues erected on both sides of the cathedral, each of them holding a long sword with both hands. They were more than ten meters tall.
Garon lifted his feet and walked slowly in the cathedral. He walked under the stuck figure and reached out to touch the huge green silk web. But unfortunately, there seemed to be a transparent glass-like layer between him and the web. All he could touch was the hard and smooth surface of the layer.
Woo …
Suddenly, a faint sound came to his ears. Garon felt his vision blur slightly, and his vision blurred for a moment.
"Woo …" He opened his eyes and slowly straightened up from the recliner.
The dream just now was so real that it was still fresh in his mind even after he woke up.
He was lying on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor. The alarm on his phone was ringing rhythmically. That was the alarm he had set in advance.
Pulling off his pajamas, Garon got down from the sofa and stood up. The small living room was silent. The maids had all returned to their rooms to rest. At night, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were fluttering in the wind. The wind blew in from the balcony one after another.
Garon walked to the balcony and looked out.
Some of the lights in the distance were fixed, while others were moving. Only one or two shops were still open on the opposite side of the street, while the rest were closed. From time to time, a few motorcycles would pass by, breaking the complete silence.
He picked up his phone from the coffee table. There were messages from Raffaele, his parents, and even a message from Jason, urging him to go back and take a look.
There was also another message from Baldy.
Ever since this guy became blind in one eye, he had always hated Levi's daughter and wanted to take revenge, but under Garon's deterrence, he didn't take any action. However, his personality became more and more brutal.
He clicked on the bald guy's message.
'Found clues about the mask. In the collection of an ancient family in Europe, there was a mask like this in a private exhibition. We are currently negotiating with the other party, hoping to buy it, but the other party's attitude is rather firm, they don't plan to sell the mask. Looking for another way. '
The message was sent at eleven o 'clock last night. Garon looked at the time now, it was three twenty-five o' clock in the morning.
It should be eight or nine o 'clock in the morning on Baldy's end.
Garon immediately sent a message to the other party.
'You can reveal a little of your identity. If he's willing to help, he can gain the friendship of the Nighthawks to a certain extent.'
After waiting for a while, there was a quick reply from the other side.
'Boss, I'm afraid it's very difficult. The Nighthawks don't have much of a market in Europe. The main areas are occupied by the mercenary groups here. If it was Africa, it would be easier, but here … But it seems like there's a breakthrough now.'
'Whatever conditions they need, let them state. As long as it's not too much, you can agree to it. But remember the bottom line.' Garon replied.
'Understood.'
Garon put down his phone. He could already vaguely feel that there was something unusual about the Black Copper Mask. After this mask was put on his face, it could still intermittently send out a small flow of potential value into his body.
Garon clearly remembered that he had absorbed all the potential value before, but now there was a new flow of potential value.
This made him very curious about the mask.
*****
"I promised you, Barcetina. I won't interfere with your private life before you turn twenty. "In a luxurious study, a white-haired old man was speaking to a young girl in a low and serious tone.
"You're nineteen this year, you'll be twenty soon, and you'll be holding your twentieth birthday party. I, your mother, and your grandmother all hope that you can share the burden of the family's business. " The old man paused. "You like collecting, we'll let you. You like fighting, we'll support you. You also like making movies, all of these don't matter. But. You have to understand clearly that your future is different from those of your companions. Our business, the business that the elders worked hard for, needs you to hold on to, to protect, to not let our hard work go to waste. This is your responsibility as a member of the family. It's also the price you should pay for enjoying all of this. "
The young girl was wearing a white t-shirt and ripped jeans, looking no different from a normal delinquent girl. The girl was big and burly, and her face looked a little like a man's, without any trace of beauty. She was the type that people could not think of how to praise even if they racked their brains.
The pores on her skin were thick, not white or black, but with a dirty yellow. Her short hair was dry like withered grass, small eyes, a big nose, and a big mouth. As a young girl, she had indeed inherited all of her parents' shortcomings, but did not inherit any of their strengths.
Right now, she was listening attentively to her grandfather's reprimand, but her heart was calm.
"I'm not twenty yet, am I? I know what to do after my birthday. "Barcetina replied with a calm expression.
"What we're afraid of is that you don't understand." Grandfather retorted. "You have to be clear about what's important. In this world, only power is the strongest thing, the sharpest weapon. Next is money, until now, you're still chasing meaningless things. "
"That's not meaningless." Barcetina retorted, "Reaching the peak of any field is dazzling and powerful."
"So what? Our connections can invite world-class movie stars, world-class combat instructors, and the best antiques for you. Those top people in these fields, they only earn a few tens of millions a year, at most hundreds of millions. Public opinion is in the hands of people like us behind the scenes, fading out, cooling down, being ostracized by the industry, it's too easy to shut them out. "The old man replied without a care.
"The people won't be so easily fooled." Barcetina frowned.
"You're wrong." The old man shook his head, "The people are the easiest to fool because they can't see the truth at first glance. This era is the era of technology, anything real can become fake, anything fake can become real."
"Forget it, I don't want to argue with you, I understand what you mean. I'll prepare everything. "Barcetina stood up and patted her pants, then turned to open the door and walk out of the study.
Leaving her grandfather's place, she drove the car slowly down the tree-lined path. For some reason, Barcetina felt a deep sense of unwillingness in her heart.
In the face of such a large family, she seemed so small and weak as an individual. The social circle she worked so hard to build, in the eyes of her family, was just a joke. They could easily destroy all of her connections and isolate her completely.
But she did not give in, she loved collecting and combat, and would spend a lot of money and energy on these two things every year.
Taking out her phone, she dialed a good friend's number.
'Hello, Gamu? How's the latest exhibition going? '
'What? Something happened at home, I don't think you can attend the exhibition? '
'Alright, alright, then let's meet up in the afternoon and go shopping, how about that? Just treat it as a distraction, something urgent? Alright … '
Hanging up, Barcetina dialed another number.
'Chris, what are you doing? What! You're moving? I'll come and send you off right away! '
'No need? Alright, alright … '
Yet another friend of his had become indifferent for no reason.
Barcetina could already feel that a large net woven by her family was slowly closing in, and she was powerless to resist.
Gritting her teeth, she dialed another number, but this time the other party did not even pick up, and no one picked up.
She kept dialing one number after another.
Friends, people with the same interests, members of the same club, the Collection Association's calls were either not picked up or filled with all sorts of bad news, most of the members of the Collection Association she formed had left, and the entire association was on the verge of collapse.
Bang!
"Bullshit!"
Barcetina slammed her fist on the steering wheel, and the car came to a sudden stop, followed by the sound of brakes.
Her social circle was so fragile, no one could resist the pressure of her family, that was pressure from all parts of society, heavy and suffocating.
She kept trying one number after another, but all the calls were either filled with hopeless silence, or were tactfully rejected.
Slowly, she expanded the range to anyone she knew and exchanged numbers with. She called one number after another, but the results were still filled with helplessness and despair, the network she thought was huge and complicated, seemed wide, but it was still under the control of her family's power, without exception.
She felt more and more hopeless.
Finally, holding on to her last hope, she dialed a number.
It was the number of a stranger she met when she went to America to participate in a sparring competition. She was trying to find a place her family's power could not reach.
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