Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 192 Awakening Before Dying, It's Too Late

Lynn had reason to suspect that this genius idea came from a powerful, heterogeneous, and long-established organization of men in black who are all good...all evil.

They will directly kill the key members who are loyal to the organization to show their ruthlessness.Then……

"And then, what happened then?"

The stories that Lynn told casually are obviously more popular with children. Listening to Lynn's narration, Kara really believed that there is such a mysterious, omnipotent man in black hidden in the dark in this world. organize.

Using the name of wine as the code name really sounds like walking in the dark.

"If you like it so much, then you can also give yourself a similar code name."

Lynn's body blurred into a cold blue line, blunt and misty, like wind and fog, passing through the already fragile "security system" of the playground: a tall iron gate.

"Can I do it too!"

Cara jumped straight away, jumping high, directly over the gate, and landed in front of Lynn: "Mr. Lynn, what should my name be?"

"Tequila?"

"Sounds like the name of a plant."

"Tequila is supposed to be... what about whiskey?"

"Mr. Lynn, you mentioned whiskey just now."

"Well...that's good."

Lynn switched to Chinese: "You are codenamed: Erguotou."

"And the pot head? What's that?"

"Wine. It is the most well-known wine in my hometown."

"Yeah!"

"Eh~ In fact, Zhuyeqing's daughter, Honghuadiao..."

"No. You must be lying again, I will be called Erguotou!"

"I really can't lie to you!"

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In the amusement park late at night, even though he knew there was no one else here, even though all the brothers around him were there, even though they all had weapons in their hands.

However, the more crowded the place is in this impression, the more it will give people a weird sense of contrast when it is quiet.

Those huge machines, those facilities and toys painted with colorful oil paint, those merry-go-round horses that are not moving happily with the music, circus clowns, princesses and princes in fairy tales, standing and smiling animals...

Each gives a different kind of pressure, as if they are going to move at any time.

In Johnny's consciousness and memory, they were always moving.

"Johnny, Johnny!"

The partner next to him called him twice, and bumped him with his arm: "Johnny, why are you distracted again, what are you looking at again!"

The companion's voice was not loud, and he said it almost close to Johnny's ear.

But he was still so frightened that his shoulders shrank and he almost cried out.

"Ah! Ah, I... I'm fine, I'm fine."

Johnny wiped his clean forehead, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said to Nixon, who was both a companion and a cousin, who brought him to work hard together: "I just, I just feel a little...of course I'm not Scared, Nixon, I just thought, why are we here to trade?"

Nickerson and Johnny wear the same clothes and have the same hairstyle.

He laughed twice, patted his leather jacket, looked around, and said in a low voice, "Don't you think this is a very clever idea.

What is this place, a playground!It's a place for children to have fun.

Have you ever seen a time, when those cops searched, they searched the amusement park.

Not to mention, it was very late at night, and there was no playground for anyone. "

As he spoke, Nixon puffed out his chest proudly: "During the day, people who walk in here will spend money to buy two pieces of paper, which are called admission tickets or tickets. With those things, you can bring them to your children. Come have a moment of happiness.

Their happiness will expire as the date on that ticket expires.

And at night, here we are.What do we do? "

Johnny looked a little confused, and pointed to the pistol on his waist: "This?"

"This is a small prop to ensure that we can safely complete the transaction...not too important.

What we do, is that. "

Nixon pointed to the vehicle in front, the location of the trunk.

"That is something that can bring temporary happiness to adults. However, like selling tickets at an amusement park, although happiness is temporary, as long as you are willing to pay a high price, happiness will always exist.

Until their money becomes our money. "

"Oh~"

Johnny seemed to understand a little bit, but he didn't seem to understand much.

He still couldn't figure out why the place of the transaction was so far away in such an eerie place.Obviously in so many horror movies, playgrounds are the favorite places for weirdos to appear.

"Hey, all in all, the reason I'm far away here is because this place is safe and there won't be anyone. Do you understand?"

Nickerson's voice got a little louder, letting Johnny finally understand all this.

"Nixon, if you say that, I will understand."

Nixon rolled his eyes, feeling helpless at his somewhat silly cousin.

He really didn't inherit the good genes of the Foreman family at all, and he didn't have the slightest talent to become a poet and playwright.

Unlike himself, he is always full of romanticism and feelings.

……

Johnny, who didn't understand romanticism, and Nixon, who was full of sonnets, waited for a long time before they finally found the object of the transaction.

"Johnny, do you know why, we have to temporarily change the trading location this time, didn't we choose a ship that has been used very well?"

Johnny shook his head, he was just an ordinary "staff" and didn't know much about those deeper things.

Johnny didn't seem to want to know, but Nixon was willing to talk about it: "Last month, just last month, something happened in the sea area where we often trade, and in that small port!

Really, you can't believe it, everyone in the entire port is dead...

My friend told me it was because of a sea monster.Do you know sea monsters! "

Of course Johnny didn't know, and he felt that this must be Nixon playing tricks on him again. Since childhood, Nixon has done such things a lot.He has a lively mind and is good at talking. He always tells strange stories to scare people.

He thought everyone else was an idiot, but he was actually an idiot.

"Mmmmm, it's horrible, really."

Johnny was perfunctory to his cousin, but at the same time he never forgot to observe and feel the changes around him.

Variety……

Something has definitely changed here, but...

Johnny didn't know what had changed, which bothered him a little.

And ahead, as several all-black cars drove over, they stopped at a distance of more than ten meters from their own side, the roofs of the cars went out, the engines were turned off, and they got out of the cars, the objects of this trip.

From another city, buyers.

Posing.

This is Nixon's evaluation.

Obviously, everyone is doing the same thing, doing things that are almost outrageous, but those people are all dressed in neat suits, and they don't look like gangsters, but rather like some kind of catwalk guy.

Especially the leader, a custom-made two-color plaid casual suit, leather shoes, tea glasses, oiled hair and pigtails.

Ming Ming is not very old, but he insists on growing a beard. He doesn't look like a gang at all, but looks like he is dancing in a bar.

For no reason, he felt a trace of disrespect.

Since they belong to the same gang, everyone has leather clothes, tattoos, beards, and bald heads...

With the same aesthetic, of course, there will be the same sensory experience.

The bearded leader here, who was the boss of Johnny and Nixon, of course also felt a little bit of disrespect.

However, clothing and other issues are of course minor issues. He mainly thinks that the negotiator, or the person who came to trade, why changed?
"That old thing Karl, can't walk?"

The big bald man was not very polite when he spoke.

And after the mustache on the opposite side finished straightening up, he just smiled, the kind of sneer.

"Oh, Uncle Marlowe, your temper is still not very good. I remember that your younger brother should have advised you about this matter before he died. It seems that you didn't listen to the advice."

When the two sides meet, it is not very peaceful. This kind of scene is obviously a routine operation when the gangs meet.

A complete "industrial chain" has been formed.

"Humph!"

After the big bald-headed Marlo took the lead, he felt that he had made a profit in terms of arrogance, so he didn't continue this kind of operation. It was enough to say a few words to show his majesty and connections in front of the younger brothers.

I have said too much, what if there is a real fight, whether the business can still be done.

Who will have trouble with money.

"Little Carl, where's the money?"

"Uncle Marlowe, I think you should let me see the goods first."

"Humph!"

A young man with a shaved head and a number tattoo on his neck greeted a few companions, and took out several boxes of different sizes from the car.

"It's here."

"The money is here."

The two sides each sent a younger brother to the opposite camp to inspect the goods. After a set of standard procedures, the younger brothers of both sides returned to their own teams, nodded and whispered to their respective bosses.

As a result, the bosses of both parties showed harmonious smiles, stepped forward intimately for a while, and hugged each other.

Immediately, the two separated, and the subordinates carrying things came into contact in twos and threes, exchanging the boxes in their hands.

What a scene of harmony and love.

"Big bald man."

"Dead duck."

Until, these two voices were uttered from the two groups of people respectively, clear, standard, and highly targeted... Adjectives appeared.

"What did you say?"

"Who is speaking!"

"Baldy, it's you!"

"Duck, isn't old Karl afraid of the last one!"

The mustache Carl had a bad look and took off his sunglasses: "Marlo... Uncle, this is not very polite."

The bald-headed Marlo also had a fierce look in his eyes: "Little Carl, have you forgotten how your father was blind?"

A brief silence.

The two sides of the confrontation.

The frozen air... instantly exploded!
The gunshots and the colors of the sparks reach the ears and eyes almost at the same time. This is not a physical problem, but a simple problem of the two sides being too close.

Among the gunshots, there were all kinds of hard-to-hear insults, as well as the occasional cries of pain from stones thrown back and forth hitting someone.

"Fake! Fake!"

"Flower Q! Flower Q!"

The collision of firepower made Johnny, who did not understand romanticism, deeply understand realism.

His cousin, the Nixon who liked to tell stories to scare people, died in front of him just now.

was stoned to death.

"This... How could this be... This is a joke, a prank, right, Nixon, Nixon!"

In a trance, Johnny saw a person who was different from everyone else.

He hid behind the bunker, and instead of panic and nervousness, he had an expression of surprise on his face. He would throw a stone from time to time, or get up from the side, cursing: Hua Q Hua Q!Dead duck!

Flower Q Flower Q!Big baldy!

The curses from the other side made Johnny suddenly figure out why he felt that something was wrong.

He himself is the latest newcomer among the people who came here this time.

Why does that cripple look so unfamiliar?

Why……

Johnny figured it out, but it was too late.

A stone from the opposite side hit him in the head.

Johnny fell into eternal darkness.

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(End of this chapter)