chapter 3 turtle back

"My God..."

As soon as Coyne closed the office door, his whole body was so soft that he was pressed against the door panel.

Why did that woman come here? And it seems that he is a little too familiar with Socorro Klein.

If he betrays the gang, will he have any chance of survival in the future?

Coyne felt that he would never go to nightclubs again, and now it was better to go to his own class. He had never loved his job as much as he did now.

Sneaking back to the security locker room, I quickly changed my whole body. I have to say that Jiaren Group is a clothing design company. Even the security uniforms are different from the ordinary security company's shabby and sleazy style. .

Every detail of the clothes is full of design. Wearing them, even those crooked men in the security department can look like a tough guy, not to mention my perfect body that can be called the golden ratio. , and this face...

"Tsk, tsk, this face looks more and more like a pretty boy!"

Looking at the guy in the dressing mirror who looked like a different person, Coyne Winston took one look, and couldn't help but take a second look, and a third look...

So handsome, not only handsome, but the most terrible thing is the melancholic princely temperament in his eyes. Wow, I am drooling just looking at him. How can I be so handsome that it breaks my heart!

Coyne Winston Can touched his cheek with a narcissistic look on his face, but when his eyes fell on the scar on his neck that was hidden under his collar, his eyes froze slightly. The narcissistic look on his face slowly disappeared, and his eyes returned. Somewhat erratic.

It was just a little bit close, that bullet would have cut open his carotid artery, and he might have become a pile of clay now.

Since that incident five years ago, in the past five years, that was the only time that he felt death. Thinking of the sniper who was finally blocked and sliced ​​up by him in the desert of the Middle East, Coyne Winston couldn't feel the slightest pleasure. Grudges.

After five years of hunting, although the murderer was killed, my father was gone after all. This cannot be settled by one life.

Five years ago, he could never forget that his father fell in his arms. At the end, the look in his eyes showed no resentment, only full of nostalgia, worry, and reluctance...

And in these years, a few of them have almost spent their time chasing and being hunted, all just for that piece of turtle back.

It is a palm-sized turtle back, and the whole body presents a rare milky white color like mutton-fat jade. The most amazing thing is that on the nine hexagonal armor plates on the turtle back, strange and beautiful lines appear, like blood flowing. There is something unspeakably strange.

He couldn't forget that because the turtle's back and his father who lived far away in Mingzhu were captured in the primitive jungle thousands of miles away, and became the hostage of the other party threatening him, and were eventually sniped to death by a third party. The three of them When more than a dozen brothers broke through and returned to the base, only five were left. However, before they had time to rejoice in their narrow escape, they were greeted by the muzzles of their own people one after another.

The turtle's back was confiscated, and they were imprisoned. They were clearly ordered to attack at the beginning. It was just a simple mission to kill the tomb robbers and regain the lost cultural relics. In the end, what they waited for was to 'leave the camp for no reason. It is a serious crime to cross the national border without permission to kill someone.

On the way to the prison, he was intercepted and killed by mysterious forces. At that time, he understood that this was clearly a murder and silence. Only their deaths could cover up the existence of the turtle...

For those big shots in the dark, more than a billion people in Land of the Red Dragon die every day, every minute, and every second. Ordinary people like them occasionally die, and they don't care at all!

Coyne Winston narrowed his eyes slightly, and casually flipped his hands, and found a few scattered debris on the ground, which seemed to be controlled by invisible forces. They floated strangely in the void, and with a flick of his finger, there was a buzzing sound, and the tiny debris A sharp white light flashed across, like a sharp blade, it penetrated into the wall and disappeared!

Flying flowers and picking leaves can kill people!

According to martial arts novels, this would be considered a peerless master.

No one knew that the turtle back that was handed over was no longer the turtle back that he had captured.

To be precise, the turtle's back was still the same turtle's back, but the nine intricate pictures on the turtle's back, which looked like the power of blood flowing through them, mysteriously disappeared after being accidentally contaminated with his own blood, and in his mind But there are nine more dense and unpredictable patterns.

In five years, he barely mastered one of the pictures, but what he gained was a strange power - the imperial object!

From struggling to control a coin at first, to finally being able to control anything within a ten-meter radius of oneself at will, the weight of the things that can be controlled is getting bigger and bigger...

From the beginning I could only control one thing, to now I can control several at the same time...

Is this magical ability considered martial arts? Or a superpower? Or a cultivator in China?

Coyne Winston didn't know. What he was more curious about now was that the first picture gave him the power to control objects. So what kind of abilities would the remaining eight pictures bring?

What makes Coyne Winston even more relieved is that the mastermind behind the scenes could not imagine their carefully planned conspiracy. In the end, they did not really get the tortoise's back, but made wedding clothes for themselves...

"Hey, hey...hiss...hey, Moxi Moxi, hello...please answer me if you hear me..." The magnetic sound of the walkie-talkie on his shoulder interrupted Coyne Winston's thoughts, and then he heard the sound of the walkie-talkie. There were voices shouting, "Ouch, something bad happened, Coyne died."

"Let us deeply cherish the memory of Comrade Coyne. It was he who took our brothers to major bars, bathing centers, nightclubs, and urban village hair salons in the city. He was not taboo about meat and vegetables, and taught us by words and deeds. He was a pearl. The service industry has made its due contribution, but last night, due to the evil forces' "anti-pornography and anti-illegal" campaign, I was caught on the scene without having time to put on my pants and jump out of the window, and died heroically. After our unanimous vote, we decided to give Coyne The title of 'martyr' for comrades..."

"Fuck you, you just sacrificed your life."Coyne Winston old face turned dark and he said angrily into the intercom.

"Oh, you're still alive, then come to the duty room quickly." A squeaking voice came from the mobile phone.

The duty room of the security department is on the first floor of the company, merged with the control room. Before Coyne Winston could enter, he saw the closed door open, revealing a big, plump face, and came over with a smile on his face: "Hello, baby..."

"Whose crotch was opened, exposing this guy like you."Coyne Winston Can rolled his eyes angrily. This guy is 1.6 meters tall, has a tonnage of more than 300 kilograms, and his waist is longer than his height. His name is Raffi, nickname - Fei Bo.

Coyne Winston pushed aside the big face in front of his eyes and squeezed into the narrow duty room.

On one wall of the duty room is a huge display screen, which monitors every corner of the company. Of course, no one cares about this. It is just a clothing company, not a political hub like Zhongnanhai. From time to time, there are assassins and spies. , and even if there are any master assassins, these crooked people are obviously unreliable.

At this moment, the other two people in the room were facing a computer screen, clicking their tongues.

One of them is in his thirties or forties, with a shiny head. He is also the head of the security department. His name is Kwasi. He likes to be called Mr. Kwasi, but because he looks like a tragic supporting character in a domestic animation, he is in his early forties. , has been supporting the Central Committee of the region, has a bright forehead, and is nicknamed Bald Qiang.

Seeing Coyne Winston enter the door, Kwasi just turned his head to take a look, then quickly turned his head and continued to stare at the screen, and said in his mouth: "Tsk, tsk, Sofie, this bitch, usually doesn't look at us seriously. I really didn’t see it…”

Looking at that wretched expression, Coyne Winston couldn't figure out how this guy became the head of the security department.