Chapter 24 Chapter Four: The Relationship Between Red Dragon and Tang Qiang

If it were changed to another environment, some people might not be able to help but laugh out loud, because the situation described by Tang Qiang is a bit like the scene of the great fairy catching the demon in an ancient costume soap opera.He is a human being, with a human appearance and ideology, how could he be regarded as a cat spirit by others? "I had a fierce battle with the man in the yellow robe. His swordsmanship was very powerful, and he stabbed me in the front of the heart several times. That kind of injury can kill a person once, but he stabbed nine times in a row. Only once did I collapse and become a captive of the large crowd. I heard everyone cheering and calling the name 'King Solomon'. The next thing I was dragged and thrown into a yellow In the copper bottle, and someone carefully corked the bottle, and put me in the dark again. Then, I have been silently waiting, with a premonition that one day I will see the light again."

Tang Qiang on the screen leisurely turned back and took out a book on the shelf, showed me the cover, and smiled a little ashamedly: "The same content is also described in this "Egyptian Chronicles", but I swear I haven’t read that book myself, I just made up for it later.” That book is full of weird Egyptian folklore, and more than half of the content is about the heroic story of the gods defeating the devil and creating a peaceful world. I'd love to discuss these oddities with him, but now that he's dead in a ghostly grave, all that's left are the most precious images on videotape.

"My second resurrection was a long time later. Someone unplugged me and took me out, and I was offered good food and wine. The place was still dark, and I knew I had to get out, and I had to see you again. Light. Then suddenly the great flood took everything away, and in the end I couldn't see him. I drifted in the dark, as if I was advancing along a wide river, while I swam around with all my strength. At that time, what I found was a stone chamber filled with cold water. Strangely, I couldn’t find the exit, and I couldn’t find the source of oxygen, but I kept alive until the stone chamber was stabilized.”

Tang Qiang kept smiling. After lighting a cigar, he spread his hands and asked the camera: "Shen Nan, this is not a fantasy, but a real thing. I stand in front of you now, and I can call myself a tomb robber." Tang Qiang, but at that time, I didn't know my name, but I just firmly remembered that 'I am a prisoner who was defeated by the sword of King Solomon'. We know that King Solomon took cutting off demons and ghosts as his duty all his life, and he did indeed I did this. So, when I grew up, I suspected that I was the reincarnation of a devil, with evil demonic nature mixed in my blood—”

Fang Xing made two cups of coffee and came in, did not sit down, and kept pacing lightly in the study: "It is said that all tomb robbers have past lives, and they dig underground tirelessly day and night, just to find their remaining memories. I think the same is true for Tang Qiang, what do you think?" Tomb robbers are a very eccentric group. Many people in this industry have become millionaires in their youth. In the infinite cycle of robbing, selling, renovating tomb-robbing facilities, robbing again, and selling again. It is conceivable that their wealth is inexhaustible and inexhaustible throughout their lives. There is absolutely no need to go down into a dangerous ancient tomb full of snakes and insects and heavily traps with a thousand gold bodies.Psychologists have analyzed that this is a kind of "grave robbery addiction", just like the famous "gambling king", who can't help itching when he sees small gambling stalls on the street.

Various large and small ancient tombs around the world have become the fateful curse of tomb robbers. Tang Qiang already had an answer to Fang Xing's question. He said - "My life originated from the ancient tomb and will end in the same place."However, in his memory fragments, there was actually a "cat spirit" element, which he had never mentioned before. "I know that Tang Qiang has been in the process of searching. Even after being crowned on the Tomb Raiders leaderboard, he still looks down on these so-called honors. In all fairness, he is an extremely lonely person, even among friends. During this time, he only opened up a small part of his mind. Therefore, Leng Qi can only be his assistant forever, not a friend in the true sense. Philosophers say that only paranoid people can succeed. Tang Qiang’s life is profoundly This sentence is confirmed, he has done very successfully, and his success has made his colleagues jealous, and they can't wait to cut him off in the next second."

I have a lot to say about Tang Qiang. He is like an ancient book that is difficult to read. Once you get into it, you can't extricate yourself. "You admire him very much?" Fang Xing smiled. I bluntly admitted: "Yes, so far, I have only admired three people, and he is one of them." "Where are the other two?" Fang Xing raised his glass to me, "For the three masters admired by the famous doctor Shen Nan, let's drink coffee instead of wine." "The other one is the young man next to Ye Xi, Xiaobei. I always feel that he has a very unique temperament, lonely and arrogant, like a maverick wolf, which can be felt by many big men If you give him time and opportunities, he will definitely not stay under others for a long time. The future world must belong to young people like him."

The contact time with Xiaobei was very short, but I was keenly aware of the difference between him and ordinary people in the world.He is not bloodthirsty, but he is merciless every time he should make a move, and he buries all his feelings deep in his heart, never revealing them easily. What others see is just his superficial disguise. When a fortune teller commented on Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms, he said "a hero in troubled times", and this sentence is also suitable for Xiaobei.In today's arena, old and new forces are changing, and all kinds of outdated stereotypes are being discarded like trash. It is a great opportunity for young people to make their debut.

"Well, it's him?" Fang Xing was slightly disappointed. When she went to the kitchen just now, she pressed the pause button of the video player, and now she presses the remote control, and the Tang gun on the screen comes alive again. "Why don't you ask who the third person is?" I stared at her profile. "I guessed it, it's me. However, I don't want others to deliberately please me. Many times, excellent people stand out clearly without being complimented by others. I have had this kind of confidence since I was a child. Shen Nan, between you and me, any You can tell the truth about everything, and you don’t need to change your mind to go around in circles, especially in this kind of virtual ranking that takes care of face.”

She is sensitive, but there is a mistake in this passage.I didn't intend to please her, but I really appreciate her. However, as long as I have said this, there is no need to explain. "I was orphaned, but those fragments of memory stayed in my mind forever. Sometimes, I would suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and feel that my soul was imprisoned in an underground palace, struggling and unable to escape. At that time, strong hatred will firmly grasp my heart, and I feel that my existence is to take revenge on this world. One day, I will trample the world under my feet and burn everything with the fire in my heart. Let all living beings fall into the bloody hell of death, war, plague, and captivity like me before—"

He puffed on his cigar, covering his face in a white mist. After more than ten seconds, his mood stabilized, and he continued: "Hehe, every day in the orphanage, I try to remember In the past, everyone thought that I was suffering from severe autism, and sent someone to enlighten me and tell me all kinds of life philosophies. I hated these people who talked about the truth, so when I had When the first sum of money was paid, he hired a dozen gangsters and set fire to the orphanage. Of course, the people who spoke the truth were also buried in the sea of ​​fire." He breathed out, and the white mist Let go, showing a satisfied smile. I didn't want to be a righteous defender, judging his good or bad, but silently pressed the fast-forward button to speed up his narration. "I feel that there are two me in the world, one is Tang Qiang, who is worth a million and spends his time, and the other is the loser under the sword of King Solomon, who is extremely manic and cruel. Therefore, the goal I set for myself is, It's about finding an alter ego and combining the two into one. I'm a grave robber and understand 'history is buried in the ground' so I poured all my money into it and started going massively into all the tombs associated with King Solomon Do you know? All the treasures obtained from tomb robbery are just a by-product of my search for myself. Maybe the heavens are also pitying my past, and deliberately use these treasures to compensate me? Ha, no matter what kind of compensation, Nothing can stop my urge to trample the earth under my feet—” This is the first time I have heard these words. Maybe all the seniors who knew Tang Qiang didn't expect this young man to have such weird thoughts. "In the end, my goal was fixed on the ghost tomb in Iraq. According to outside reports, I have only paid attention to it in the past two years. In fact, I have started secret survey work since six years ago, entering its interior for the first time. It was November 20th, 2003. I will always remember that day at one o'clock in the afternoon, when the last layer of stone slab was cut from the end of the robbery cave, the world under the ghost tomb was fully displayed before my eyes—— " He paused, shaking his finger with the cigar in his hand: "Shen Nan, I have to make a correction here. What I entered is the bottom layer, which is the 'bottom' in the absolute sense. Remember what I told you , all the tombs in the world, no matter ancient or modern, old or new, the most valuable place is its bottom layer. All the blueprints of the tomb builders use the earth as the final carrier. Then use a series of superstructures to seal, cover, and bury. Therefore, I only need to direct the puncture route of the robbery hole to the bottom layer, and don't care about anything else. There, I found the legendary "five layers of ghost buildings", Well, this question is going to involve the book "Egyptian Chronicles" again. If you are interested, please look through that book first, remember that I sent you a copy, it is in a drawer on the upper floor of the storage room... ..." Fang Xing shrugged: "Wait a minute, I'll get it." I shook my head helplessly, probably when she was monitoring the small building, she had already searched all the rooms up and down, but Guan Bo and I didn't find out about it so cleverly. The "lower floor" Tang Qiang said of course refers to the places we have been to, but he couldn't open the last secret door, so he deliberately invited me there. "I was conceited to be smart, but I failed to overcome the last difficulty. Shen Nan, if I ask you to help, will you come? Hehe, a person like you is a bit like a man in ancient times. I really can't think of any way to impress you with the saint's thought of being mighty and unyielding! Forget it, I will talk about this issue later, let me talk about the situation under the ghost tomb first-under the desert ruins, there is actually a huge three-story building. The labyrinth, after counting the first floor visited by the tourists, this huge underground building has five floors. The people who went with them were very surprised, and they kept taking pictures, preparing to make this huge secret public. In the end, I could only kill them to keep this secret, because this place can bring back a lot of my memories..." The more I listened, the more I doubted Tang Qiang's character and thoughts. Those who could join him in robbing the tomb were people who trusted him and were trusted by him, but he did it without hesitation, and he didn't talk about personalities at all. emotion. "I know Tang Qiang, is it lucky or unlucky?" I said with a wry smile.In the underground palace, if there was no ruthlessness to block the gun for me, there would be no Shen Nan who is drinking coffee and listening to stories now. "Shen Nan, the book is gone, but I found Guan Bo's fingerprints on the floating dust." Fang Xing reappeared at the door. Guan Bo seldom touches my things, and his education level is not too high, so he has always kept these textual classics at a respectful distance. I waved my hand: "I'll talk about it when he comes back, let's listen to the story first." It's called "Story", but it's actually the real experience of a person who is currently being buried in a ghost tomb. I secretly noticed that Fang Xing's face became more and more solemn, and his mood was also becoming anxious. "I found the ghost tomb, and then went to meet a person. Because a long time ago, he met me through various connections and bought information related to the ghost tomb at a high price. Now that I have the information, I have to blackmail him for a while. Pen. He is the absolute leader of Iraq, Red Dragon, are you surprised—" The secrets mentioned by Tang Qiang may seem unimaginable to ordinary people, but Fang Xing and I have learned a lot after our trip to the ghost tomb, and we will remain calm about any weird events related to the ghost tomb. accept. "Hehe, the Red Dragon gave me a check for fifty million dollars, and asked me to lead his men into the ghost tomb. We all understand that a strongman like him who has been famous for many years is very treacherous, and he smiled a second ago. Hand me the check, and in the next second, he might draw his gun and take my life. Therefore, I only gave him the latitude and longitude coordinates of the ghost tomb and the hidden location of the robbery cave, and he can figure out other things by himself. This deal Up to this point, it should be considered very complete, but he strongly invited me to stay in the presidential palace for one night, and then introduced a woman to me. Shen Nan, don't make random guesses, she is an old woman in her fifties, a The man who changed my future." Tang Qiang scratched his head, looked at the cigar at his fingertips, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "She is... my mother." Although he was laughing, his laughter was choked and his Adam's apple trembled, which was more uncomfortable than crying out loud. An orphan should be extremely happy to find his mother when he grows up, but judging by his appearance, he doesn't mean to be happy. "She is my mother, and Red Dragon is my father. This change makes me... really hard to accept, and I never want to accept it, never... I don't want to accept it." He couldn't control his emotions, lying on the ancient book The pile sobbed silently. Fang Xing took a deep breath: "This is really astonishingly bad news!" Regarding Tang Qiang's life experience, Wuqing once vaguely mentioned one point, but after all, it was just someone else's rumor. Now that Tang Qiang personally confirmed it, I was also very surprised. "If the Pentagon knew about this, Tang Qiang's head would have fallen to the ground." Fang Xing then sighed, and suddenly called out, "No, there is danger—" After the curtains were drawn, we could not see what was going on outside. When she leaned sideways to the corner, a bullet went through the window and hit the TV screen with a "snap". There were two sounds of "turmoil, riot", one heavy and the other soft. The former was the sound of a large piece of glass on the window falling and shattering, and the latter was the sound of the TV screen suddenly bursting. "There is a gunman on the roof opposite, the horizontal angle is 45 degrees in front of the right, and the elevation angle is about 70 degrees." I quickly estimated the opponent's position, leaned back, and hid behind the sofa. "Hey, what the other party fired was an armor-piercing projectile, that sofa can't stop it at all!" Fang Xing cried out anxiously. Before I had time to explain, I waved and threw the video player's remote control, hitting the light switch next to the door, and the lights in the room went out immediately. "The sofa is lined with a four-centimeter-thick steel plate, which can block any bullets. Come here." Only now did I have the opportunity to explain that this sofa was secretly modified by Guan Bo and I to resist the bullets of the attackers, but After the modification, I have never had a chance to use it. Fang Xing rolled on the ground and jumped to my side. Two bullets roared towards her, shooting right in her path of action. "Well, it's not an ordinary shooter, you wait, don't do anything, let me handle this matter." I pressed her shoulder, completely hidden under the cover of the steel plate. Since the shooter can aim through the blackout curtain, it can be seen that his sight must have a thermal imaging system. As long as the heat emitted by the target's body is tracked, it can be accurately shot. "Be careful, and—don't be kind to women." Fang Xing hesitated to speak, but finally expressed all his thoughts. "The kindness of a woman? You look at me like that?" I looked at the distance from the sofa to the door, and responded to her with a smile. "When the enemy strikes, bullets don't have eyes. If you don't kill them, you will die at any time. Shen Nan, this is not just a person's life and death, but a secret and complicated war. You said, each of us must be careful To survive, therefore, we must eliminate rape, right?" What Fang Xing said is the survival principle of "stop killing with killing, and control violence with violence" in the underworld, but Hong Kong Island in the 21st century is a society ruled by law, and the underworld The set of theories does not fully apply. I took off my shirt, tied it into a ball, threw it at the curtains, and at the same time flew towards the door without any hesitation, with my right foot on the door frame, and like an arrow, I rushed towards the stairs on the left.The gunman on the other side fired continuously, first he shot the clothes, then he came to his senses, two bullets hit the door frame, only half a step away from hitting my right foot. "Are you okay?" Fang Xing called out with concern. I quickly turned off the switch in the small building, ran to the storage room, and opened a low cabinet in the corner, revealing a hidden small window.Outside the window was a dense holly bush, and even if the gunmen had tightly sealed the front door and all the windows, they would not have noticed this secret passage. The night on Hong Kong Island is warm and ambiguous. Compared with the hot and windy sand in the desert, I don’t know how many times warmer it is.However, as long as there are gunmen, the danger is obvious, and people will die all the time. I climbed out from the flowers and secretly observed the roof of the opposite building.Sure enough, the two sniper rifles were mounted on the parapet of the building with a 30-degree cross firepower. The clothes of the sniper and the sights on the guns were all non-reflective, so that they would not attract the attention of pedestrians on the street. A familiar sound of music came with the wind, and the location was thirty steps to the left outside the courtyard. I suddenly understood the origin of the killer: "Sakanna followers—" Before that, that kind of music appeared in a car following me. .Through the gap in the fence, you can see that the car is parked at the corner, all four doors are open, the record player is turned on very small, and someone is humming along with the music. Three minutes later, I slipped under the fence and reached the car with ease under the cover of parked cars on the sidewalk.There were three people in the car, one was sitting in the driver's seat, and the other was a man and a woman lying in the back seat with their arms around each other.I knocked on the roof of the car, the driver turned around quickly, and punched me on the tip of the nose, the bridge of the nose broke immediately, and fell down in response. The two people in the back seat didn't know what happened. I jumped into the car and locked their throats at the same time.This series of actions is quick and light, and will not attract the attention of the gunman on the roof.The man struggled to pull out the dagger with his backhand, but before he had time to stab me, he had already been chopped into the elbow by me, and half of his arm was crippled. "Don't bark, or I'll crush your throats." I repeated it twice in English and Arabic, and only slowly let go when the two of them nodded desperately. The two raised their hands to hold their throats, coughing continuously in pain, their faces full of undecided doubts and fears. "Where did you come from? What are you doing here? How many people are here?" I slowed down and turned to the young man with freckles all over his face. "We came from Baghdad, five people, to kill a Chinese named 'Shen Nan'." He paused, recognized my appearance, and then admitted, "The one we want to kill is you, and the photo was given to us .” "What about the other two?" I asked knowingly. "On the roof." He quickly replied. "Where are the photos?" I realized that things were not that simple. The Sakhanna sect is a group of deranged people who will not surrender easily.The man's confession was so fast that it was suspicious. "On...on the gunman." He froze for a moment, but quickly covered it up. The ashtray on the bridge was empty, and there were no less than 20 cigarette butts thrown on the ground beside the co-pilot, which showed that a very heavy smoker had once sat there.Neither the driver I knocked down nor the two people in front of me smelled of smoke, so apart from the two shooters, there must be a sixth person. "You don't like to tell the truth?" I picked up the dagger that fell under the seat and pointed it at the man's throat. The matter is urgent, I have to end the fight within ten minutes, and I don't have time to listen to him lie. "I didn't, I didn't, I didn't..." He kept yelling, raising his hands obediently, with an appearance of honest confession.His companion curled up obediently, not saying a word, but trembling secretly. "Don't move, put down the knife, turn around slowly—" Something hard pressed against the back of my neck, it was the voice of another man, with a cold and arrogant tone. "He is Shen Nan, shoot quickly, quickly..." The man I subdued roared, but without saying a few words, the dagger pierced through his throat.He was smart enough to hold me back and distract me, giving my partner outside the car a chance to do it. The gun that held me fell down on the seat in an instant, and the man who thought he was sure of winning was grabbed by the wrist by me, with a backhand, and then fell in, stacking up with the dead man.I have no intention of killing him for the time being, I just want to figure out what the Sakhanna Cult wants to do. The woman was startled and immediately yelled in Arabic: "Don't kill me, don't kill me." "I don't want to kill people, but don't force me." I slashed at the back of the woman's neck with my palm, and she also fell limply. "You are dead, the masters in the sect will come from Baghdad soon, you are dead!" The man's attitude was even more fierce, and he didn't care that the blood of his companions under his body was not cold. "Say, why did you assassinate me?" I stared into his eyes. This question made him giggle, and he asked gloomily: "Why don't you ask yourself? You are working for the Red Dragon and carrying out the 'Baolong Plan' for them. Of course we have to kill you. Otherwise, that If the plan succeeds, everyone will die, not just Arabs and Americans, but everyone on the planet will die, you know?"