To the average person, magic is something mysterious.Damage inflicted by magic is difficult for ordinary people to detect in their way.Merlin thought that the death of the base leader would only be seen as a sudden emergency, but he ignored one point.There aren't many people in this world who know about magic, but there are definitely a lot of them.Five hours after the death of the leader of the Afghan Valley base, in the heart of Eastern Europe, in a mansion on the outskirts of a city far from Afghanistan, a messenger arrived."
I want to meet the great Mandarin."
The young messenger, dressed in a suit and with 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, who was heavily armed and armed with a firearm, spoke indifferently to the bald messenger, and after a few minutes, he returned to the messenger and said, "Mandarin will meet you!"
But first you have to reassure us that you're safe. ”The bald courier was then allowed to enter the living room of the mansion after being subjected to seven rigorous checks, and after being dressed loosely under the watchful eye of the guards to ensure that he was not carrying any weapons.The walls of the living room are adorned with precious collections from all over the world, a religious sculpture carved from ivory, and a hand-woven rug on the floor, a restrained and luxurious color that represents that the rug is also an expensive artifact.On the carpet, a red chair was placed.The chair is inconspicuous compared to the ornate furnishings around it, but it is a status symbol.The owner of this chair is the founder of the Ten Rings Gang, the inheritor of the noble bloodline, the uncrowned king of the entire Central Asia and Eastern Europe, and a true hero.He had yellow skin, sword-like eyebrows, and a or Central Asian appearance, and he sat in the quaint chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if resting.His gray-white hair was scattered over his shoulders, and under his wrinkled face, he had a neatly groomed beard.His breathing was low and slow, and he couldn't even see the heaving of his chest, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.His ten white jade-like fingers were interlaced on his abdomen, stacked on the green trench coat-like robe with many beautiful patterns woven with golden silk threads, and he sat flat on his chair in a motion that made him look like a sculpture.And the mandarin, from head to toe, is most striking about the ten fingers of this slightly older chief, each with ten rings of different colors and embellished with different lusters and shapes.The light shone on Mandarin's body, and the surface of the ten rings reflected a completely different light.Rings and this kind of thing, generally speaking, two are enough to look weird.And the leader of the Ten Rings, the mysterious Mandarin, has ten rings, and if he only looks at his fingers, he will probably be mistaken for a small merchant who sells rings.But how to say it?
If you zoom in on the whole picture, Mandarin himself wears the ten rings on his fingers, and the strange decoration not only does not make Mandarin appear like a rough nouveau riche, but makes him look more mysterious.It's like a mysterious aura blessed on him.He seemed to be imbued with a mysterious aura similar to that of a religious leader.Beside Mandarin, four beautiful women of different races and skin colors stood by him, holding all kinds of things in their hands, ready to perform various services for Mandarin.But in the state of Mandarin, these women with beautiful skins did not seem to be any different from the other decorations in the living room.Mandarin, who has lived to be more than 90 years old, has long passed the age of indulgence, in fact, even in his distant youth, Mandarin has never been a person who enjoys sensuality.A long, long time ago, he would no longer be tempted by such low-grade tastes.The bald messenger from afar bowed his head and came to Mandarin's eyes in the most humble manner.He did not dare to look up at the Great Leader, and he whispered, "Great Mandarin, we have just received news that Abbas is dead. ”"Huh?"
Mandarin, with his eyes closed, let out a confused nasal voice, and after a moment, he said in a soft, breezy voice: "Two months ago, Abbas came to see me.I'm sure he's healthy and has at least another 30 years to live...
How could he die?
Was it killed?
”"No, the great Mandarin."
The messenger briefly explained: "Abbas died of a cerebral hemorrhage due to overwork while he was working on his work, and our doctor went to see his body, and the doctor confirmed that Abbas's death was an accident. ”"Accident?"
Mandarin shook his head, and he opened his eyes, and in the wolf-like pupils, there was a light that danced like twinkling stars."
At the very moment when Afghanistan's career was about to reach its peak, when Abbas was about to reach the most glorious moment of his life, the moment my fallen piece fell into the chessboard, he had an accident," he said. ”"There is no such coincidence, and it is not an accident, my student Ibn.""
There must be a force that we are not aware of disturbing us, and as for the symptoms of a cerebral hemorrhage, there are so many ways to fake the injury," Mandalin said.It's not good, it's not good, I don't like this kind of 'surprise'. ”"We're going to investigate right away!"
Hearing Mandarin's words, the messenger named Ibn immediately replied: "It will only take a short time to mobilize our forces in Afghanistan, and we will be able to...""
No!"
Mandarin raised his hand and interrupted Ibn's remarks.He narrowed his eyes and said, "The plan is only one last step, and now it is on the bow, and there is no turning back." ”"Abbas's sudden death is suspicious and unfortunate, but it is not the most important thing at the moment.How can we disappoint North American opinion makers who are like bloodthirsty jackals who are expecting an onslaught, explosive news that will catch everyone's eye?
”"The situation cannot wait, Ibn .I've smelled the war, so go to Afghanistan as fast as I can, take Abbas's place, and finish what he didn't do.Everything is ready for the sacrifice, you just have to follow the plan step by step. ”"Yes, Great Mandarin."
Ibn bowed his head, and he said in a deep voice: "I will not let you down!
”With that, Ibn was about to turn away, but was stopped by Mandarim."
Wait."
Ibn was like a robot that had received an order, and he immediately stopped, lowered his head, and turned to Mandarin's position.Before his eyes, his leader stroked his beard and whispered, "Abbas has been running that base for decades, and he was born there."
It was his home, he knew everything there, there were more than 500 warriors guarding him, but he died anyway. ”"It was a threat that could not be ignored, and it occurred to me that maybe, you could solve two problems for me at once in that land that was about to be swallowed up by war.""
However, being able to quietly kill Abbas under the protection of 500 people already speaks to the ability of that infiltrator, ah, it reminds me of those tricky shadow warriors.But even they can't do that, unless...
My old friend Lars.
Al.
Gul took matters into his own hands, but that was impossible. ”Mandarin frowned, and after a few minutes, he raised the middle finger of his left hand.The ring adorned with green gems on his middle finger fluttered away from his finger and floated in the air.The base of the ring was a silver ring, and the emerald on the surface of the ring had a strange folded line.After breaking away from the middle finger of Mandarin's left hand, the surface of the ring pulsed rapidly with small blue arcs, which looked mysterious.With a flick of Mandarin's finger, the silver emerald ring quickly floated in front of Ibn's eyes.The latter cordially stretched out his hands and let the ring fall into his palm."
Take it with you."
Mandarin closed his eyes again, and he said, "If you do meet the man who killed Abbas, the one who dares to oppose the Ten Rings, kill him with the power of this ring."
Ibn, you are a young man I have watched grow up with, one of the best of the generation of young people of the Ten Rings. ”"I want you to bring me back a victory, a war adorned with blood.I want you to be the dog that roars when the gates of hell open, I want you to be my horn, my eyes in Afghanistan, and I want you to see those stupid Americans driven by hatred to join that war. ”"Can you do it?"
Ibn took the ring in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Even at the cost of your life, you will not be disappointed, great Mandarim!"
”"Then go ahead."
Mandarin said one last word, and then returned to his breathing state, as if he had fallen asleep again.The messenger Ibn did not dare to disturb the dormancy of his chieftain, he quickly exited the parlor, retrieved his clothes from the guards, and after a few minutes he left the mansion on the edge of the city in Eastern Europe.He sat in a luxurious car and gave a word to the driver, and as the car slowly started, the bald Ibn lowered his head and looked obsessively at the ring in his hand.He knew that these ten rings were Mandarin's beloved objects and sacred objects of great power.It is said that the original members of the Ten Rings were a group of vicious bandits, they had no connection with each other, but scattered in various places, carrying out their own careers, until the young Mandarin walked the land of Central Asia, and with the power of these ten rings, he easily surrendered them to his feet.Since then, the Ten Rings have really been established, and under the command of the eloquent Mandarin, they have grown all the way to the terrifying behemoth that has crossed the concept of the state.It is said that the origin of the name and logo of the Ten Rings also comes from the ten fetish-like rings that Mandarin carried with him.Ibn placed the silver emerald ring on the middle finger of his left hand.He could feel a touch of coldness to the bone, he stretched out his finger, and a pulsing blue arc was wrapped around his finger, and he felt that he could freely control the energy of the arc and the frequency of its beating through this ring, and even make the arc form all kinds of strange shapes in the air.He spread his fingers, letting the dancing deadly arc of electricity beat in his palm.He watched this scene, and he felt as if he had become Thor, the god of thunder in Norse mythology."
It's a great power."
Ibn stroked the ring on his finger, a flash of longing in his eyes.This ring was only given to him by Mandarin to better complete the task, he only has the right to use it, and after the mission is over, he has to return the ring to Mandarin.Even in the wildest fantasies of Ibn he did not dare to have the slightest intention of intercepting the artifact.But that's okay, it's a great start.As Mandarin said, Ibn was one of the best young men in the Ten Rings, and growing up in an environment like the Ten Rings, he had a competitive spirit and desire far beyond his peers.He hopes to occupy a higher position in the Ten Rings and become Mandarin's best follower and right-hand man.It is no exaggeration to say that in the eyes of a young man like Ibn, Mandarim is the only omnipotent deity in the world.They believed that Mandarin would eventually reign over the world, and that at that time, they, the members of the Mandarin, would become the dominant class in the new world.That means an infinitely bright future."
Go to the airport!"
Ibn said to his driver: "Get the plane ready and fly non-stop to Afghanistan." ”"The great Mandalin gave me a task, I had to complete it, I had to prove myself.""
Let the holy war that Mandarin need, come!"
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