The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 38
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The casing of the walkie-talkie made of reinforced plastic was crushed by the palm of his hand. Richard Sapa stared blankly at the blood gushing out of the palm pierced by the fragments, wondering what he was thinking.

This is a study room, with miniature milky white Ionic stone pillars guarding the fireplace made of red bricks, the tower-shaped red pine firewood crackling, sparks splashing in the dust, and it is impossible to escape the strange way of extinguishing.

Above the fireplace are some lifelike stuffed animals, such as the Kodiak brown bear hunted from Alaska, the North American moose hunted from Minnesota, and even the jaguar in the Amazon Basin. It's not a lot of old photos framed in photo frames on the desk. It's really hard to believe that the bloated, fat and greasy middle-aged Richard Sapa also has a youthful, frivolous and high-spirited highlight moment.

He bent down to let his huge weight rest on his knees, without using iron tongs, he randomly picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the fireplace, with the alluring and charming flame licking the chimney reflected in his pupils.

A twisted and twisted snake-shaped thunder streaked across the night, reflecting the gloomy light on the half-closed window, the strong wind came in, and the oblique raindrops wet the hand-woven Persian blanket on the wooden floor—until then, He just remembered that he didn't close the window.

The mistress who came out of the bedroom was only wearing a soft purple silk nightgown. She put her hands on Richard's shoulders and asked softly, "Honey, what happened?"

This woman is just a substitute for himself after his wife died of illness. She is young and blond, intellectual and speechless, and acts as a distraction when she is lonely and a nanny with children.

Richard's back trembled slightly, he didn't turn around, still staring at the still burning fire, but pried his numb tongue, and said hoarsely: "Go and wake up the children, take them all To the Chamber of Secrets."

He didn't explain why he did this, but fortunately the other party didn't ask, but just nodded docilely, leaving only the drumbeat of the rainstorm beating on the glass windows.

".I see."

The mistress sniffled, and kissed Richard hard on the cheek before leaving.

This manor was built by the first generation Mr. Sapa, and it has been passed down for more than 70 years. Richard is familiar with every brick and every tree, just as he is familiar with his own skin.

He walked to the window and completely opened the half-covered glass window. The howling wind blew his robe up, and the moisture wetted the hair on his forehead, allowing the bone-chilling chill to pervade his whole body.

Thunderbolts and thunder resounded endlessly, illuminating the surroundings of the manor as bright as day, and a thin figure in a raincoat walked among the rainstorm, gradually approaching it step by step.

Li Ang came, with the breath of swords and axes and blood.

"So be it."

Richard closed the window calmly and went down to the living room. The manor's security consultant and his younger brother Antonio had already been waiting in the hall, surrounded by the remaining 20 adult men of the family with guns .

Antonio was a calm and thin man. He threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground, and said in a breathless voice: "I have already called, and there are 70 more strongholds in Gotham City. Lots of guys, they won't be here for a while because of the torrential rain."

There is no need to think about how dangerous it is to travel in such a cruel natural disaster, but in the face of the possibility of family collapse, nothing is a higher priority.

"It's not necessary, we can't stop him." Richard shook his head, "You all retreat, go to the secret room, or go to the warehouse, and hide."

He slackly moved a chair, sat in the middle of the living room with a big horse, took off the emerald ring on his finger, and handed it to his younger brother: "After I die, you will be the head of the house."

"Throw the ring on the ground, I won't take it." Antonio raised his eyelids and glanced indifferently, without moving, still leaning against the wooden fence of the stairs and smoking a cigarette: "Our children and nephews They all died on this rainy night, it is impossible to just leave like this."

Richard scanned the faces of the others, looked at the resolute and steady expressions of these young people, opened his mouth, and said bitterly: "It's useless, it's just a futile struggle."

Antonio straightened up, put the submachine gun on his shoulder, "That man, what does he want."

"do not know."

"We can buy him, 100 million, 1000 million, or even [-] million, and he will always be fed."

Richard was silent, his eyes were deep and long, and seemed to span the manor.

"Antonio, do you remember DB Cooper?"

"The wanted criminal in 1971?"

"Yes." Richard nodded, "On Wednesday, November 11th, a man in a windbreaker and carrying a suitcase in Portland, Oregon boarded Northwest Airlines NW24 and called at three o'clock in the afternoon. After the bourbon, he pulled out the bomb in his handbag, hijacked the entire plane, and demanded $305 in cash and an umbrella to land on the plane."

Richard told this well-known story in the United States without any waves, "The police used a lot of manpower and material resources to get the 20 unnumbered 05 dollar bills requested by Cooper, and took all of these bills in a short time. Post a photo, write down the number, and at 30:[-] in the afternoon, the plane landed at SeaTac Airport in Seattle."

Although Antonio did not know why Richard was telling this story in such great detail, he listened patiently out of respect for his brother.

"It was the same rainstorm as tonight. Cooper let 36 passengers and a flight attendant off the plane, but still hijacked 4 crew members. After a short 15-minute refueling time, the plane took off again."

The windows of the hall were still battered by the wind and rain, and thunder flashed by, serving as a bleak background sound for Richard's narration.

"In the Louis River Valley 40 kilometers west of Portland, DB Cooper parachuted. The FBI and the local police conducted a dragnet search, but found nothing. They even released part of the number of the 20 dollar bill, hoping that the public can provide information .”

Antonio picked up his brother's story: "Nine years later, in 1980, a kid dug up nearly three hundred burnt 20-dollar bills in the Columbia River Valley. After checking the information, it was Cooper's money— — he used dollar bills to start a bonfire, and to this day no one has found Cooper himself and the rest of the dollar bills. For God's sake, what's the point of you telling this story?!"

Richard raised his head and looked directly at the dome in the living room, "Wednesday, November 1971, 11, when you couldn't walk, my father and I visited a sick aunt in Portland. , is preparing to fly to Seattle to handle local business."

Antonio's eyes widened suddenly, realizing something.

"DB Cooper was sitting next to me at the time, and I was only half a meter away from the most famous legendary robber in the history of the United States and even the world," Richard said with a long breath, "I have seen his eyes, in a kindly way There is indifference and contempt for everything buried under the appearance, some people are destined not to be bought, the world in their eyes is different from ours.”

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The door was kicked open with brute force, and Li Ang walked in wearing rain boots. The background board was the roaring thunder and the raging thunderstorm.

"Gentlemen, please allow me to send you gently into this cool night."

(End of this chapter)