Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 208 11. Hand of the Mandarin

To ordinary people, magic is something mysterious.

The damage caused by magic is difficult for ordinary people to detect in their own way.

Merlin thought that the death of the base leader would only be treated as a sudden emergency, but he ignored one point.There are not many people in this world who know about magic, but there are definitely not many.

Five hours after the death of the leader of the Afghanistan Canyon base, in the heart of Eastern Europe, a messenger rushed to a mansion on the outskirts of a city far away from Afghanistan.

"I want to see the great Mandarin."

The young courier, who was dressed in a suit and had an Arab appearance, but with a big bald head, said to the guards of the mansion:

"I have important news to convey to the great Mandarin personally!"

"Wait here!"

The guard, armed and armed, said to the bald courier indifferently. A few minutes later, he returned to the courier and said:

"The Mandarin will meet you! But first you have to convince us that you are safe."

Immediately afterwards, the bald-headed messenger went through 7 strict inspections, and under the watchful eyes of the guards, he changed into a set of loose clothes to ensure that he was not carrying any weapons before he was allowed to enter the living room of the mansion.

On the walls of this resplendent and resplendent living room, there are precious collections from all over the world dotted, and there is also a religious sculpture carved in ivory, and the whole hand-woven carpet is spread on the ground. The restrained and luxurious color represents this Carpets are also an expensive craft.

And on the carpet, there was a red chair.

The chair looks unassuming compared to the ornate surroundings, but it's a status symbol.

The owner of this chair is the founder of the Ten Commandments Gang, the heir of the noble blood, the uncrowned king of the entire Central Asia and Eastern Europe, and a true hero.

He has yellow skin, eyebrows like swords, and looks like a Mongolian or a Central Asian. He is sitting on that simple chair with his eyes slightly closed, as if he is resting.

His gray hair fell over his shoulders, and under his wrinkled face, there was a well-groomed beard.

His breathing was low and slow, and he couldn't even see the rise and fall of his chest, as if he might stop breathing at any time.

His ten fingers, like white jade, are intertwined and placed on his abdomen, stacked on the green windbreaker-like robe woven with many beautiful patterns with golden silk threads. He sits on the chair steadily, and this action makes him look like a Like a sculpture.

And this mandarin is from head to toe, the most striking thing is that on the ten fingers of this slightly old leader, there are ten rings of different colors, dotted with gemstones of different luster and shape .

The light shone on Mandarin, and the surfaces of the ten rings reflected completely different lights.

For things like rings, generally speaking, wearing two is enough to look weird.

And the leader of the Ten Rings Gang, the mysterious Mandarin is wearing a total of ten rings. If he only looked at his fingers, he would probably be mistaken for a small businessman selling rings.

But how?

If you zoom in on the whole, Mandarin himself wears ten rings on his fingers. The weird decorations not only did not make Mandarin look like a rough nouveau riche, but made him look more mysterious.

It was like a layer of mysterious aura, blessing him.It made him look full of a mysterious aura similar to that of a religious leader.

Beside Mandalin, four beauties wearing very light clothes and of different races and skin colors stood by. They held various things in their hands and were ready to perform various services for Mandalin at any time.

But in the state shown by the Mandarin, these women with beautiful skins seem to be no different from other decorations in the living room.

Mandalin, who has lived for more than 90 years, has long passed the age of indulgence. In fact, even in his distant youth, Mandalin was never a person who enjoyed sensuality.

Long, long ago, he would no longer be tempted by such low-level interests.

The bald messenger who came from afar came to Mandalin with his head down and the most humble gesture.

Not daring to look up at the great leader, he whispered:

"Great Mandarin, we have just received news that Abbas is dead."

"Ok?"

The closed-eyed Mandarin made a suspicious nasal sound, and after a while, he said in a soft, wind-like voice:

"Two months ago, Abbas came to see me. I can be sure that he is healthy and can live at least another 2 years... How could he die? Was he killed?"

"No, the great Mandarin."

The messenger briefly explained:

"Abbas died of a cerebral hemorrhage when he was dealing with work. Our doctor went to see his body, and the doctor confirmed that Abbas' death was accidental."

"Accident?"

Mandarin shook his head, he opened his eyes, and in the wolf-like pupils, there was a flash of light like twinkling stars dancing.

他 说:

"At the moment when his career in Afghanistan was about to reach its peak, when Abbas was about to reach the most glorious moment in his life, when the pawn I dropped fell on the chessboard, an accident happened to him."

"There is no such a coincidence, and this is not an accident, my student Eben."

Mandarin says:

"There must be a force that we are not aware of that is disturbing us. As for the symptoms of cerebral hemorrhage, there are too many ways to fake this injury. It's not good, it's not good, I don't like this kind of 'surprise'."

"We'll investigate immediately!"

Hearing what the Mandarin said, the messenger named Ibn immediately replied:

"It only takes a short time to mobilize our forces in Afghanistan and we will be able to..."

"No!"

Mandarin raised his hand and interrupted Ibn's narration.

He narrowed his eyes and said:

"The plan is only the last step, and now it is on the verge of death, and there is no turning back."

"Although Abbas's sudden death is suspicious and regrettable, it is not the most important thing at the moment. The public opinion workers in North America are like bloodthirsty jackals looking forward to the shocking news that will attract everyone's attention. How can we disappoint them?"

"The situation can't wait, Ibn. I already smell the breath of war. Go to Afghanistan as quickly as possible, take Abbas' place, and complete his unfinished mission. Everything for the sacrifice has been prepared It's over, you just need to follow the plan step by step."

"Yes, the great Mandarin."

Eben lowered his head, and said in a deep voice:

"I will never let you down!"

After speaking, Eben was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by the Mandarin.

"and many more."

Eben was like a robot that had received an order. He immediately stopped, lowered his head, and turned to the Mandarin.

Before his eyes, his chief stroked his beard and said softly:

"Abbas has been running that base for decades, and he was born there. It was his home, he knew everything there, and there were more than 500 fighters guarding him, but he still died."

"That is a threat that cannot be ignored. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe you can solve two problems for me at once on the land that is about to be swallowed by war."

"However, being able to kill Abbas silently under the guard of 500 people already shows the ability of that infiltrator, ah, it reminds me of those tricky shadow fighters. But even they, It can't be done unless...my old friend Lars al-Ghul does it himself, but that's impossible."

Mandarin frowned, and after a few minutes, he raised the middle finger of his left hand.

On the middle finger, the ring dotted with green gems fluttered off his finger and floated in the air.The base of the ring is a silver ring, and the emerald on the surface of the ring presents a strange broken line shape.

After breaking away from the left middle finger of the Mandarin, small blue electric arcs danced rapidly on the surface of the ring, which looked really mysterious.

With a light wave of Mandarin's finger, the silver emerald ring was quickly suspended in front of Eben's eyes.The latter sincerely stretched out his hands, letting the ring fall into his palm.

"Take it with you."

Mandarin closed his eyes again, and said:

"If you really meet the man who killed Abbas, the man who dared to fight against the Ten Rings, kill him with the power of this ring. Eben, you are the young man I watched grow up with, One of the best young men of this generation of the Ten Rings."

"I hope you can bring me back a victory, a blood-stained war. I hope you can be the hound that howled when the gates of hell opened. I hope you can be my horn, be my With my eyes in Afghanistan, I saw those stupid Americans who were driven by hatred to join that war."

"can you do it?"

Facing Mandarin's inquiry, Iben held the ring in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"Even at the cost of my life, I will never let you down, great Mandarin!"

"Then go."

Mandarin said one last sentence, and then resumed the long-breathing state, as if falling into a deep sleep again.

The messenger Iben didn't dare to disturb his leader's sleep, he quickly exited the living room, got back his clothes from the guard, and after a few minutes, he left the mansion on the edge of the Eastern European city.

Sitting in a luxurious car, he gave instructions to the driver, and when the car started slowly, the bald Eben lowered his head and looked obsessively at the ring in his hand.

He knew that these ten rings were the mandalin's beloved and a powerful fetish.

It is said that the original members of the Ten Rings Gang were a group of vicious gangsters. They had no connection with each other, but were scattered in various places and carried out their own businesses. Until the very young Mandarin was walking in Central Asia. On the ground, with the power of these ten rings, they easily surrendered under his feet.

Since then, the Ten Rings Gang has really been established, and under the command of the talented Mandarin, it has grown all the way to the present terrifying behemoth that transcends the concept of a country.

It is said that the source of the name and logo of the Ten Rings Gang also comes from the ten fetish-like rings carried by the Mandarin.

Eben gently put the silver emerald ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

He could feel a bone-piercing coldness. He stretched out his finger, and a pulsating blue electric arc wrapped around his finger. He felt that he could freely control the energy of the electric arc and its pulsating motion through this ring. The frequency can even make the arc form various weird shapes in the air.

He spread his ten fingers, allowing the dancing deadly arc to dance in his palm.

Looking at this scene, he felt as if he had become Thor, the god of thunder in Norse mythology.

"What a great power."

Eben stroked the ring on his finger, a look of longing flashed in his eyes.

This ring was only given to him by Mandarin to better complete the mission, he only had the right to use it, and he had to return the ring to Mandarin after the mission was over.Even in Eben's wildest fantasies, he didn't dare to have the slightest intention to keep this fetish.

But that's okay, it's a great place to start.

As Mandarin said, Eben is one of the most outstanding young people in the Ten Rings Gang. Growing up in an environment like the Ten Rings Gang, he has a competitive spirit and desire far beyond his peers.

He hopes to occupy a higher position in the Ten Rings, to become the Mandarin's best follower and his right-hand man.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the eyes of young people like Ibn, the Mandarin is the only omnipotent god in the world.

They believe that the mandalin will eventually rule the entire world, and at that time, they, the members who follow the mandalin, will become the dominant class in the new world.

That means an infinitely bright future.

"Go to the airport!"

Eben said to his driver:

"Get the plane ready and fly straight to Afghanistan."

"The great Mandarin gave me a task, I must complete it, I must prove myself."

"Let the holy war that the Mandarin needs, come!"

(End of this chapter)