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Text Chapter 13 [Storm from the Sky 02]

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    When Master Zhan saw the war raging, he ducked into the bar. This was not the time to show off as a hero.  Several other customers swarmed out.  When the black waiter saw it, he immediately followed Mr. Zhan and hid.  The sound of shooting outside made the two of them dare not raise their heads.  After a while, the murderer suddenly pulled out the original submachine gun from his arms. The continuous shooting sound made the black waiter have a look of horror on his face. No wonder, in their era, automatic weapons like submachine guns were indeed  A bit outrageous.

    But Kurtman, who has been experiencing adventures all his life, is not free. What¡¯s more, he has been blessed. He will not die in Africa. Although this setting sounds a bit ridiculous, it¡¯s just a movie.

    In short, old man Kutman killed two killers one after another with the help of God. The other killer's gun could not be opened due to the pressure of the protagonist's aura, so he started fighting hand to hand.

    Mr. Zhan took the opportunity to raise his head and look outside. The bomb brought by the killer was outside the bar, ticking.  Mr. Zhan returned to the bar and said to the black waiter: "Did you see the box outside? It contains a bomb. It will explode soon after they leave. Your task now is to take it and throw it to the grassland.  The further away, the better, throw it into the river, and when you hear a gunshot, drop the box and run back."

    When Mr. Zhan just told the black waiter about the gunfight that was going to happen next, the black people still had the mentality to see what happened. But at this moment, everything came true according to the Asian gentleman. The black people felt that maybe he was from their continent.  The priest may also have faith in Mr. Zhan, but: "It won't suddenly explode and kill me, right?"

    "Don't worry, brother, if you hear the gunfire, just run back. You will be fine." Mr. Zhan looked at the frightened eyes of the black man and said, "I could have done this, but then your boss wouldn't be grateful to you.  Yes, do you think so?" Master Zhan added this when he saw that the black man was still hesitant.

    Sure enough, this was more attractive to black people. The black man suddenly nodded hard with firm eyes, picked up another bottle of liquor, took a sip, and ran out.  After a while, Kutman nailed the last killer in the house to the decorative rhino horn on the wall.  Turning around, the old hero asked in a relaxed tone: "Isn't there another guy?"

    Mr. Zhan was at the bar and heard silence outside. Why was no one talking?  As soon as he patted his head, Mr. Zhan suddenly realized that at this point in the original plot, the black waiter should have pointed out the direction of the escaping person to him, but at this moment the black man was running on the grassland, and he immediately poked his head out of the bar and shouted:  "He ran away, Mr. Kutman."

    Looking along Master Zhan¡¯s finger, Kurtman shouted: ¡°Bruce, my guy.¡±

    The bartender who had been hiding behind the bar with Mr. Zhan just now picked up a double-barreled rifle and threw it out.  Zhan Shaocheng followed the old man out of the bar. No matter how fast he moved, he still felt the rotation of the scene change, but it was only a small one.

    The visitor also came out and said, "He has run away." Mr. Zhan scratched his head and watched as Kutman calmly took out his reading glasses and fired a shot. A few hundred meters away, the escaping killer hit him hard.  Fell out.

    Looking around, the black friend on the other side had already used his innate talent, put down the bomb, and started running back without delaying for a second. Although the time was short, he was familiar with the terrain and found it.  A section of dry river bed can prevent explosions and fires.

    After a small spin, someone was already escorting the killer back, and everyone gathered around. The black waiter, who was walking swiftly in the distance just now, was now holding Mr. Zhan's shoulders. His breathing was no longer so violent. It was obvious that this time the change was  Not the scene, but the time.

    "Catch him, I need some information." Kutman saw the killer's movements and ran over immediately, but it was too late. The killer took the poison out of nowhere and threw it into his mouth.  Staring at his unyielding eyes, her body fell heavily backwards.

    The visitor immediately ran forward to check and confirmed that the killer was dead. He raised his head and said to Kutman: "Maybe you don't love the empire, but I know you love Africa. The European war will continue to all colonies."

    Before he could finish his impassioned words, a burst of explosions came from the grassland, and a huge fireball shot into the sky.  The surrounding indigenous people immediately screamed and ran over.

    "OH, SHIT." Mr. Zhan discovered that even if it exploded on the river bed, it still affected some dead grass. If it was not stopped in time, it might cause a grassland fire.  Fortunately, the indigenous people here ran over immediately and seemed to put out the fire soon.

    While Kutman was in a daze, Mr. Zhan immediately poked the black man next to him, and the black man understood.  "Mr. Kutman, the bomb just now was actually in the room. It was this gentleman who discovered it and told me, which saved us from the destruction of our home."

     "Oh?" Kurtman turned back and looked at the Asian in front of him who had never met before.

    Mr. Zhan showed no timidity at all, and smiled and extended his hand to Kurtman: "Sir, forgive me for not having much time to introduce myself, but I have heard your story, and I really hope to go on an adventure with you.  Be a hero, maybe your team will need me." When he said this, Master Zhan also looked at the visiting envoy.

    "I haven't agreed to join yet." For young people who want to take part in adventures, he meets many young people every year, and it is not surprising at all. Kutman kept staring into his eyes and said, hoping that under his own pressure  He quickly gave up this idea.

    Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhan did not avoid his eyes at all, and said with certainty, "You will join." He knew that if he was defeated at this time, there would be no chance at all. Foreigners don't understand sympathy, they  It depends on strength and courage.

    "What about Mr. Kutman?" the messenger asked at the right time, "will you join us?"

    Kutman didn¡¯t answer but still looked at Mr. Zhan. After a long time, he finally said: ¡°Yes, I will join.¡±

    "Then pack your bags and prepare to go to England for the summer." The messenger said, put on his hat and left.

    Mr. Zhan looked at Kutman happily, "But you can't, kid." Kutman said when he saw Mr. Zhan's happy expression.

    "Whatever you want, sir, but you can't get rid of me." Mr. Zhan said to Kutman's back as he walked towards the tombstone on the edge of the grassland.  Yes, as long as the scene changes, he can't get rid of Mr. Zhan.

    After a dizzying spin, Mr. Zhan appeared on the rainy streets of London. According to time, it was already a few days later, but the change of scene seemed to be just a moment, which made Mr. Zhan a little uncomfortable.  , Kutman has arrived in London. At this moment, he is sitting in the carriage Mr. M arranged for him, passing by the road where Mr. Zhan is.

    "SHIT, can't you appear in the carriage?" Mr. Zhan was a little depressed about his unfair treatment. He hurriedly found an eaves to hide from the rain. Two black horses pulled the carriage and drove past. Through the transparent glass,  When he opened the window, Kutman was surprised to find that the loud-talking Asian boy on the African grassland was actually outside. This made the old man's heart move. Thinking of the fire that he and the natives had put out not long ago, the old man could not help but curl his lips in his heart.  A reckless boy.  But looking at his figure hiding in the rain, he suddenly felt a little sad. He thought of his son who died young. Maybe this boy really needed someone like him to guide him.

    At this moment, Mr. Zhan¡¯s mood was not as complicated as Kurtman¡¯s. He only hoped that the scene would change to a dry indoor environment as soon as possible, otherwise he would appear in front of everyone in his own embarrassment.

    After waiting for a while, the surroundings were spinning, and Master Zhan came to the inside of a building. This is the British Museum, but it is also the place where the magical gentlemen secretly gather. Mr. M should be waiting for everyone in the basement at this moment.  Mr. Zhan stood in the corridor, raindrops pouring down his body, and dim light came in from the arched windows on both sides.

    Kurtman was led into the corridor by his attendants, and Master Zhan hurriedly hid behind the pillar.  When walking past the pillar, Kutman glanced at the water stain left by Mr. Zhan just now. He felt a little confused, but he didn't stop and continued walking forward.

    After walking through the corridor, there is a staircase leading to the basement. The narrow corridor makes it impossible for Mr. Zhan to escape. Fortunately, he is behind Kutman. Looking at the swaying white hair just under the tip of his nose, Mr. Zhan is immediately frightened.  He held his breath. If he was not careful, the old man might turn around and shoot him through the head.

    The old man was quite complaining about the endless stairs, "Where are we going? Australia?"

    The person in front did not answer and continued walking. Seeing them finally turning the corner, Mr. Zhan exhaled.

    After a while, Mr. Zhan heard the sound of the door opening through the corridor and knew that the two of them had arrived at the door of the conference room.  After spinning, he had entered the conference room ahead of Kutman. At this moment, the person leading Kutman had just opened the door completely. Master Zhan hurriedly hid behind the door. The light in the room was dim. Kutman had been troubled by his eyes recently.  Not seeing Mr. Zhan, he gave the waiter his coat, hat and other items and walked straight forward.  The door was immediately closed.

    Mr. M, who has been waiting in the conference room for a long time, has long been impatient. If it is not to obtain the abilities of these people, why should he pretend to be such a big-tailed wolf?  At this moment, Kutman finally walked in. Mr. M, who had been holding back his pretense, sat up straight and tapped the card in his hand a few times on the chair. He did this to attract Kutman's attention and also to himself.  The appearance adds a touch of drama.

    Ta, tap, tap, there was a slow tapping sound in the room.

    ButKutman didn't buy this kind of pretense: "I don't like theater sound effects." The old man's voice was sonorous and powerful.

    Mr. Zhan sneaked under the table while they were talking. The sound of Mr. M getting up covered up the little noise he made.

    ¡°You¡¯re used to staying in Africa, the weather in London won¡¯t put you in a good mood, will it?¡± M said as he slowly turned on the lights around him.

    "Give me your name." Kurtman, the old hero, said stiffly.

    "I have many names, Mr. Kutman." M said as he continued to turn on other lights.  "My subordinates call me Sir, and my superiors call me M."

    "M?"

    "Yes, it's just M" M replied.

    Kutman walked inside and began to look at the conference room. The entire conference room was a long and deep room with an arched dome above it, carved with exquisite European patterns. In addition to the huge conference table in the center, there were  The most eye-catching thing is that the four walls are covered with books of all kinds.  At this moment, Mr. M has turned on all the lights in the room, and the whole room is very bright.

    ¡°I have to say it is my honor to meet talented people like you and join the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen in the new century.¡± Mr. M said.

    "What alliance?" Kurtman asked strangely.

    ¡°There have been many similar crises in the world in the past, requiring talented people to help.¡± M explained.
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