Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 81 Lynn has a unique way of finding someone
This guy Zha Kang, even if he just said this name, Lynn felt that it would lead Clark in a bad direction.

In order to prevent a bad student like Kang Kang, who was obviously sitting next to the trash can, from polluting a good student like Clark, Teacher Lin En decided to go to the meeting alone, and went to find Kang Kang who didn't know where he was hiding.

For this reason, Mr. Lynn, who decided to travel far away, decided to leave a unique after-school homework for Clarke.

"Lin, you said, let me practice under this lake? Is it necessary?"

Lynn took Clark to find a relatively remote small lake in the mountains. Although the weather was not very warm at this time, but after thinking about it, I knew that the lake must be icy cold. pain.

However, since the person who entered the water is Da Chao, this problem does not exist.

If such a cold lake can do something to Dachao, Lynn won't have to worry about how to deal with that eight-year-old in the future.

"That's right!"

Lin En brazenly told Clark a lot of stories about nourishing Qi between pines and bamboos, and practicing martial arts under a mountain waterfall, which fooled Clark, who didn't know much about street literature.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a ball made of pig iron from his belly pocket, shook it a few times with his hands, and threw it into the lake from a distance.

"Until I come back here to find you, you've been playing in this lake.

Hmm...don't smash the ball, pay attention to the combination of strength and softness, this is the first step for you to control your strength. "

Then, after Lin En said a lot of mysterious theoretical knowledge that he didn't quite understand, he patted Clark on the shoulder, took the kitten, and turned away from the lake.

When crossing a small hill covered with pine needles in the distance, Lynn glanced back and saw that Clark was no longer by the lake.

OK.This is already in the water.

Preliminary fooling... After educating Clark, Lynn left directly. Zha Kang's whereabouts were erratic, and he often habitually went to places where no one was around to do some secret things. It was not easy to find him actively.

However, Lynn has his own way.

………………

Nova Port, a special port where small cargo ships come in and out mostly at night.

It's not too far from the port where Lynn first met Zha Kang. After wandering around for a day, Lynn chose this place as his target.

In a brightly lit house, through a dozen windows of different sizes adjacent to each other, the picture of the entire port can be seen clearly.

This is a "greenhouse" specially built by the dynamic social group that controls the place, and it is used to live in the boss who can't wait to watch his property and power all the time.

At this time, the boss Matt Ryan, who owns every inch of land, every coin, and every human life in this port, is sitting leisurely by the window, using a special cigar cutter to cut open a top-quality cigar that he has intercepted.

Click.Kaka.

There was a sound from downstairs.

"Pololev! No matter how bad you are with that broken fan, I guarantee that the remaining three fingers on your left hand will leave your hand tomorrow!"

After Matt Ryan roared, the annoying sound of Ka Ka no longer sounded.

He heard someone dragging something downstairs, presumably those people downstairs finally realized that compared with his anger, enduring some heat or cold was not that important.

He took out the blowtorch to heat the body of the cigar. He didn't understand the meaning of this operation very well, but he was lucky enough to see the cabinet of Carmine Falco once when he handed in the "taxes". Down.

The big boss at that time sat behind a spacious table facing a room filled with small bosses from all over the place, cutting his cigar without saying a word, which was deeply engraved in Matt Ryan's memory. in mind.

What kind of majesty and momentum is that...

Slowly putting the cigar in his mouth, Matt Ryan was immersed in his fantasy and couldn't extricate himself.

"Cough! Uh...cough cough!"

The slightly damp cigar was not well preserved, and after the first puff, Matt Ryan, who was trying this kind of thing for the first time, was tricked.

He got up and went to the small table next to him to pour himself a glass of wine, only to find that the wine in the bottle had been drunk by himself yesterday.

"Polorev! Cough...Raymond! Jason?! Are you all dead, can't you hear me! Get me a bottle of wine right away!"

Ding Ding Deng

Someone came up the wooden stairs, hurried, flustered and eager.

"damn it……"

The wine glasses on the table were filled, Matt Ryan cursed, and decided to finish the wine before teaching these guys who didn't know the rules and didn't have a sense of awe.

Standing by the window, leaning on the cold wooden window sill, Matt Ryan coughed twice, and slowly drank the wine in the glass.

There was a sound of gurgling water, it was the sound of lifting the wine bottle and pouring the wine into the glass.

Turning his head in astonishment, Matt Ryan saw that the man who had just poured himself the wine was standing in front of another window not far away, and he was also holding an amber wine glass.

"Well... your cigars are in poor condition, but the wine is not bad."

"You...you are...you are not...! How are you..."

"Calm down, I won't hurt you. I just want you to do me a favor."

The man turned half around, and Matt Ryan saw half of his face hidden in the night, and another pair of eyes shining brightly on his shoulder.

What a terrifying two-headed monster!

Just one step closer to him, Matt Ryan pulled out the Remington hidden under the table, and went up with a bang.

"It's over..."

Holding a broken wine glass in his hand, the amber liquid fell to the ground along his hand.

Matt Ryan saw a large amount of blood on the man's chest, but he didn't care about it, but cared more about the broken wine glass in his hand and the spilled wine.

"...What a pity..."

"Madman...monster...go to death!"

Matt Ryan pulled the trigger again, however...

A finger blocked the muzzle of the gun.

Then, the barrel of the gun exploded, and the smoke, flames, and pungent smell of gunpowder rang out together with screams.

"Hiss...! Which bastard told me that it won't hurt my fingers!"

"Meow~hahaha, big fool Lynn."

After flicking his bloody fingers twice, Lynn angrily picked up Matt Ryan, who was sitting sprawled on the ground, and put him on the chair with a raised hand.

Two more pistols were dug out from under the table, one in Matt's mouth and one against his thigh.

boom.

"This time, you broke the wine glass I was using and the gun on my chest."

Lynn slowly moved the hammer of the other pistol with his fingers, looked down at the opponent's bloody thigh, and said softly, "Now, can you communicate properly?"

"Woooooo!"

Matt Ryan nodded frantically.

"very good."

Lynn slowly took the pistol away, and while snapping a small steel ball from his chest, he put the saliva-stained pistol into Matt Ryan's hand.

"Now... hiss... I want you to help me find a scumbag.

People like you... hiss... should be very good at finding such people. "

There was a tinkling sound.

Lynn raised his hand and stretched out his fingers. Small steel balls fell to the floor and rolled down to Matt Ryan's feet.

(End of this chapter)