coobybook Chapter 983 The questioner is Qin Feng!
Chapter 983 The questioner is Qin Feng!
In the north of the neighboring country, there is an extremely cold town covered in ice and snow.
In the town, there is a temple that is out of tune with the surrounding buildings.
Its image is not the magnificent manor that people traditionally imagine.
The image of white walls, golden roof and dark red tiles, combined with the dilapidated and desolate surrounding environment, has a somewhat eerie feel.
At around five in the morning, a wisp of green smoke drifted into the temple. A group of people in monk robes sat cross-legged and muttered scriptures.
After the chanting was over, the people in monk robes stood up, put their hands together, bowed, and then retreated, leaving only the man in the front who was still chanting devoutly.
There were bursts of footsteps behind him. After waiting for the footsteps to get closer, Dara finally stopped spinning the golden wheel in his hand and opened his eyes with a kind look.
"Master Li, you have too much evil energy. If you don't get rid of it quickly, I'm afraid you won't be able to ascend to the Paradise in the future."
"Elysium?"
Li Qianjun smiled: "Do you believe it yourself?"
Dara looked up at him and said, "This is a forbidden place for Buddhism. It's better not to tell lies."
Li Qianjun sneered: "This is your forbidden area, not mine. Old monk, there are only five days left. I want to know how you can heal my broken hand."
He raised the hand that had been cut off by Qin Feng, leaving only a bare forearm.
The reason why he came here to be the bodyguard of this old bald donkey was entirely because of an agreement.
The introducer told him that this guy had the ability to regenerate his severed limbs.
Although Li Qianjun didn't understand the principle behind this, nor did he understand what methods this old liar would use, he still came with the attitude of giving it a try.
And during these days, Li Qianjun has indeed fulfilled his duties and has been protecting this old guy. Otherwise, he would not dare to go outside so blatantly to recruit believers.
Dara smiled and said, "Master Li, don't worry about this. As long as you are willing to lay down your butcher knife and accept our faith, I can heal not only your severed hand, but also your ear."
"Also, I will protect you from disease and disasters for the rest of your life, freeing you from the sufferings of this world."
Li Qianjun narrowed his eyes. "What's the cure? Is it a trick?"
Dara remained calm and composed, "Tibetan secret medicine isn't a scam; it's a cultural treasure passed down through the generations. But then again, Donor Li and I share the same suffering."
"How about you and I join forces? When we succeed, I'll make you the Great General of the Nation and let you command the three armies."
Li Qianjun laughed out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke of the century.
I said before that I wouldn't tell lies, but now I'm just daydreaming.
Dara frowned slightly: "Why, you don't believe it?"
Li Qianjun held his stomach and laughed so hard he fell backwards: "Whatever you say is what it is."
He slowly put away his smile and asked seriously, "But with what you have now, it's really hard to convince people. Why do you think those Westerners are reliable? Why do you think they will definitely help you?"
Dara shook his head: "Westerners are never reliable. I have always relied on myself."
Li Qianjun: "Yourself?"
Darla: "Yes, it's never me who's seeking their help, it's them who's seeking my help. They need me and can't live without me."
Li Qianjun was curious: "Do you have something that they dream of?"
Dara smiled without saying anything, but Li Qianjun already knew the answer.
It seems that the rumors are true, and this guy really has something big in his hands.
And as for, what are those arrogant Westerners eagerly pursuing?
Apart from wealth, I'm afraid the only thing left is the fear of birth, old age, sickness and death.
This reminded Li Qianjun of the rumor he had heard before. A local wealthy businessman fell and was diagnosed by the medical community as dying. However, after Dara came, he not only recovered miraculously, but also lived for several more years.
Li Qianjun looked at his empty hand and warned coldly, "Five days from now, I hope you can fulfill your promise. I can protect you, but I can also take your life."
Dara nodded happily. "Of course. Don't worry, Master Li. After the ceremony is over in three days, I will fulfill my promise and reattach your severed hand."
Li Qianjun snorted, turned and left.
There was a shrewd glint in Dara's lowered eyes.
Li Qianjun's eyes were filled with viciousness.
The two people seem to be cooperating and seem to be birds of a feather, but in fact they are both cautiously wary of each other.
Any cooperative relationship is based on mutual trust, but it is obvious that neither of them trusts the other.
As soon as Li Qianjun left, a young monk ran quickly from behind the pillar to Dara and whispered something.
After hearing this, Dara sneered, "Go contact this number. After the ceremony, have them try to get rid of the Li gang. These guys have ulterior motives and bad intentions. They are not honest people."
"clear....."
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Six o'clock in the morning, in the hotel room.
Kevin was reporting to Captain Vincent what he had monitored last night.
Vincent drank his iced coffee while looking at the recorded contents with a frown on his face.
Kevin said, "Yesterday, two recorders took turns recording everything. They didn't miss anything. It's all here. It seems these Yan Country special forces are not pushovers. They've also suspected us."
Vincent hummed, "As expected, our presence here will naturally arouse suspicion. After all, the only troops who have come here in the past are second-tier troops."
Kevin asked: "Then, should we relax a little and let the Yan people lower their guard against us?"
Vincent shook his head. "That's unnecessary. The Sirius Special Forces are Yan Nation's strongest special forces. Their battlefield intuition and acumen are not much weaker than ours. Besides, once suspicion arises, no matter how much we do, it will be meaningless."
"We'll continue to follow the process and wait and see what happens. After the competition, we'll stay as instructors to guide Cobra training."
"Yes, sir!"
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A buffet breakfast is served at the hotel.
It's still all kinds of mushy stuff.
Most Chinese people are not used to eating these things, but fortunately we have pancakes and eggs, so we don’t have to compete on an empty stomach.
After breakfast, a bus came to pick everyone up to go to the competition venue.
On the bus, someone asked curiously, "I wonder what this anti-terrorism exercise will be like?"
Long Tianye guessed: "Maybe it's the school, to rescue the trapped students?"
Li Jiasheng: "It's also possible that they could rescue the hostages trapped in the hotel and kill the terrorists who occupied the hotel?"
The speculations of these two people are not groundless.
Because similar attacks have indeed occurred in the area.
But in the end, the rescue process by the local military and police was very unsuccessful, and resulted in heavy casualties among the hostages.
So, they wondered if they would encounter similar test questions?
Li Fei and Qin Feng did not join the discussion, but told the contestants that no matter what kind of situation they encountered, as long as they played steadily and cautiously, they would not go wrong.
After all, in the anti-terrorism town, they have experienced various themes many times, whether it is rescuing people in school, killing terrorists who occupy hotels, or robbing bank robbers, they can handle them with ease in the competition.
Soon, the car arrived at the competition site and stopped next to a huge banyan tree.
It was completely different from what everyone had imagined. The scene before them was dilapidated and smelled terrible, like a huge garbage dump.
Just when Li Fei, Li Jiasheng, Long Tianye and others were wondering how to solve the problem of this anti-terrorism exercise.
Qin Feng was hit in the face by a familiar feeling.
He looked up at the huge banyan tree above his head, its branches swaying in the wind, and then looked at the dilapidated slums in the distance, which looked like a huge garbage dump.
Qin Feng's eyes twitched violently, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Oh my god, this can't be such a coincidence? How did I become the one who set the questions?"