Incorrect usage guidelines for the magic perimeter

Let's go back to seven days ago.

"Whoohoo-"

The propellers of the armed helicopter roared loudly under the night, but the pilot, Gavrila, did not panic. His "personality" allowed him to see things in the dark as if they were in the daytime.Two years ago, he retired from a certain unit of the Russian Aerospace Forces. He used to be a Falcon fighter who drove a Su-35 fighter jet in the airspace of the motherland.

It's a pity that the country's economic level has not been very good in recent years. The pensions of these veterans are not high, and it is very difficult to support their families.Fortunately, he met a nobleman—a financial oligarch who can be ranked among the top five in Russia, Nikolai Torvich Karashov.

So Gavrila became one of the private pilots of the rich Mr. Nicola.

At this moment, a thick and powerful hand rested on the back of his chair, and a deep and deep voice sounded: "How far are we from Yadlingrad?"

Gavrila looked at the navigator, and overwhelmed the noise of the gunship with a loud voice, "There is still about half an hour, Mr. Nikolai!"

"Grad" means "city" in Russian, for example, "Leningrad" means "Lenin City", and locals usually name a place XXgrad.

Yadlingrad is a newly established small town close to the Arctic Circle in recent years. The most famous celebrity here is that a professional hero named Yadlin was born at the beginning of the "personality" era. So it was renamed to commemorate the ancestor.

As one of the most capitalized financial oligarchs in the country, Nicholas should take care of everything every day, instead of running to a small town near the Arctic Circle in the middle of the night.

Apparently... there's something here, or something worth a trip for the big man himself.

"Great!" replied Nikolay in the same loud voice, "I can't wait to see my dear Yelena!"

Half an hour later, Yadlingrad Airport.

As soon as he got off the plane, the tall and bald man Nicholas was thrown into his arms by a hot and pretty girl.However, neither the driver Gavrila nor Nikola's bodyguards stepped forward to stop him.

"Dad! You are really here!"

"Hahaha, Yelena, Dad is here to see you..." Nicholas fondled his daughter's soft blond hair, just like all fathers who love their daughters in the world.It's hard to believe that a guy like him can give birth to such a beautiful and lovely daughter.

It is now October, the sun has already moved south and left the equator, and Yadlingrad, which is close to the Arctic Circle, has also fallen into a state of polar night, so it looks the same no matter day or night.

And Yelena was wearing a fiery red down jacket and snow boots, and the corners of the white coats of the scientific research personnel were exposed from the hem of the down jacket.

"I have a gift to show you!" Yelena said happily, holding her father's hand, "This is my achievement in the past three years—it finally paid off!"

"Okay, okay, I'll come with you, honey, don't go so fast. Let your father take a breath..."

Nicholas showed a generous smile on the surface, but in fact he gave his bodyguards a helpless look.

The bodyguards looked at each other, how dare they disturb the boss's family affairs?I had no choice but to follow silently.

Alas... Regal Nicholas sighed inwardly.

Since my daughter went out to study with a friend who is an archaeologist for a week when she was in junior high school, she told him and his wife that she would also be an archaeologist when she came back.Originally, he and his wife thought the child was just joking, and expressed their verbal support. Unexpectedly, Yelena was admitted to the Department of Archeology at Oxford University on her own... Seeing that the deal was done and her daughter really liked it, she let her go. played.Anyway, Nicholas himself has three sons, so he doesn't have to worry about no one inheriting the family business.

After graduating from university, Nicholas threw hundreds of millions of dollars to let his daughter set up a private scientific research and archaeological team. Anyway, this little money is nothing to the Karashov family, so what if it is used to spoil his daughter? !

However, three years ago, Yelena came to Yadlingrad, a quiet and quiet northern city.After she arrived, she also actively cooperated with the local government, allowing the airport to be built, roads to be repaired, circuits to be laid, and so on.By the way, the Arctic tourism industry has also been developed to create the tertiary industry of Yadlingrad.Therefore, Yelena's trip is not so much about archaeology as about creating jobs...

Nicholas thought that this was all for her daughter. After all, she had earned a lot of money by doing business incidentally over the years. Not only did the archaeological team not ask the family for money, but the finances were more than enough.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly called a few days ago and strongly begged her father to come here, saying that there was a mysterious gift for him to come to Kangkang in person.

Nicola: ?

Wouldn't it be nice to take a picture of some gift and send it over?

But Yelena said no, Dad, you must come in person, this gift will definitely make your jaw drop to the floor.

So the father, who looks very rough but actually loves his daughter very much, rushed to Yadlingrad with a group of bodyguards against the extreme night...

Four snowmobiles have been set up outside the airport, and the wheels are emitting amazing heat, melting the surrounding snow into water.

So the group couldn't wait to get into the car (in fact, Nicholas wanted to take a rest first, but he didn't dare to say it), and went straight to the archaeological base.

The archaeological base still needs to drive northward for about an hour and a half. In fact, it usually only takes about 50 minutes to drive, but now it is snowing everywhere in October, and driving is much more difficult.

After a drowsy journey, when Nicholas got off the car, he saw rolling icebergs standing in front of him, and not far away was the almost dark sea of ​​the Arctic Ocean.

Yelena introduced excitedly: "How about it, isn't this place nice?"

"Wow...God, that's high..."

"Dad, I'm talking about the cave."

"The cave?"

Several people looked at the iceberg in doubt, but did not see any caves.

Yelena looked up and realized immediately, coughed twice, "Sorry, I forgot to turn off the illusion device."

She waved her hand at the empty iceberg, and the air in front of everyone suddenly shimmered, showing the originally tall mountain and a huge cave that could accommodate five cars entering and exiting at the same time.Two high-powered lights illuminate the road.

And there is an iron signboard hanging at the entrance of the cave, with the words "Karashov Private Archaeological Research Base" engraved in Russian and English.

When the cave door slowly opened, revealing layers of defensive measures and security inspection equipment inside, Nicholas finally felt puzzled, "What kind of historical relics can there be in such a place of ice and snow? Could it be the ancient Vikings or Eskimos?" Has your race lived here?"

"No, Dad, you're wrong."

Even here, Yelena was very mysterious, just smiling and leading them through the security checks.

Along the way, she introduced her scientific research equipment, teachers and assistants to her father.Although Nicholas has a rough appearance and looks like a tough guy tearing a bear with his hands, he treats his daughter's team members very kindly and carefully. Not only did he accurately call everyone's name and position, but he also expressed Christmas in public. From time to time, everyone will be given holidays and extra bonuses, which makes everyone very happy, and their favorability for Mr. Regal soars.

Finally, when they came to a large door, Yelena turned to her father and smiled.

"Inside is a gift."

"My 50th birthday present to you, Dad."

Nicholas was moved to tears.

The door opened slowly.

The extremely cold air rushed over, blowing away the heating produced by the equipment in the base.

However, Nicholas and his subordinates all stared wide-eyed, looking at the extremely high and extremely empty cave ice wall in disbelief.

Outside the door is a high-tech scaffold made with the most advanced anti-gravity device, which is suspended in mid-air for people to walk through.

But what attracted everyone's attention was not this expensive suspended scaffold, but a huge black figure frozen in the ice wall.

Its body is about 80 meters long, like a tall building that is about to collapse, it is motionless, and it has obviously been dead for many years.But even after so many years, people can still feel the innate strong and ancient atmosphere.

"This……!"

"Oh, God!"

"what is that?"

The bodyguards exclaimed one after another, without the appearance of an industry elite in front of outsiders.

There was nothing else in Nikolay's eyes, he was watching the figure intently.

"How did you find this out?" he asked excitedly.

Yelena immediately retracted her original relaxed and comfortable appearance, revealing the calm and calm temperament unique to scholars: "We first speculated and located it based on the ancient local legends, but this was still a sea area at the time. But three years ago, an accident occurred on the seabed here. An unexplained volcanic eruption... We currently suspect that it was caused by a plate collision. But anyway, this huge mountain appeared in front of our eyes."

"Before it sank to the bottom of the sea, the locals used to call it Chernabog (obog), which was a part of the totem worship of the ancient local mythology. The legend didn't dissipate until it sank to the bottom of the sea."

Nicholas was startled after hearing this, "Chernabog? This is...'Black God'?"

In the local Slavic national mythology, Chernabog is the god of darkness and sorrow, opposite to Beloberg (the white god), who symbolizes the sun and light.Before the foreign Orthodox Church was passed to this icy land, they had been fighting against each other for many years in myths and legends.

Yelena smiled very proudly. As a discoverer of ancient relics, she has reason to be proud of this: "Not necessarily, it may just be a common legendary name of the Slavic people. The people in the past were very ignorant. When they met a black wolf, they could tell it to cut it." Ernoberg, you can also call it that when you meet a big black bear. After all, how could the real black god die here... But dad, look at it, it is scorched black like it has been roasted by charcoal fire, even if it is blocked by ice I can't stop the sad breath of death."

"It turned out to be like this." The tough guy Nicholas was so moved by this Mao-style hardcore birthday gift that he couldn't speak.

This is such a touching gift... Yelena must be the greatest angel in the world!

Of course such a good collection should be taken home and cherished...

When this idea appeared in the man's mind, no one noticed that a subtle and extremely dim ice blue flashed in the eye sockets of the bones of this huge monster called "Chernabog" in front of them. shine.

This ray of blue light was silently reflected in Nicholas' eyes, and his thoughts suddenly changed.

While being moved, the Russian rich man suddenly remembered the development bottleneck that his family had encountered recently, and gradually, he suddenly had a new bold idea in his heart.

"Yelena." He looked at his daughter, "You said—this is for me, right?"

"That's right." Yelena shrugged, "Whether you want to put it in our villa on the outskirts of Moscow, or take it to the kitchen for barbecue, it's up to you. After all, according to the current academic regulations, Dad, you are Largest sponsor of our private archaeological team, so it is yours in terms of ownership of the development."

"That's good..." The rich man nodded, extremely satisfied, "Then let's put it up for auction!"

Others: "Huh?!"

But only Nikolai decides for himself.

He wants to use this "gift" to win new opportunities for the next step of the family's development!

But as for how to choose this opportunity, there are some things to pay attention to...

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Time back to seven days later.

Yo Shibukawa silently attended the funeral of the former landlord Tengawa Saburo, and when he was driving home, he received a call from a Hakata intelligence businessman.

"I have found the information you asked me to check, and I will send it to you now." Enoda said on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, thank you."

Enoda cleared his throat, "Then, as a reward..."

"how much is it?"

"It's not a matter of money or not...well, A Yao, can you promise me one thing?"

Shibukawa Yao, who was driving, had a question mark in his heart, but he answered honestly, "If it's too difficult, I'll give you the money."

"They said they don't want your money anymore!" Enoda said angrily, "Why did you keep rejecting it before you heard it all?"

"...Ah, well, tell me."

"Please come to Bodo to find me after this trip is over. I have something to tell you face to face."

Before Shibukawa Yoshi could answer, the other party hung up the phone.

"What does he mean?" The girl still had black question marks on her face.

California Kiyomitsu, who was browsing the latest season's nail polish on his mobile phone, thought about it. As a sword born to want to be favored by his master, he certainly heard the youthful and shy meaning in the words of his master's friend.

So he deliberately replied: "He wants to blackmail you face to face."

"What, what a sinister brat!" Shibukawa Yao stared in shock.

"That's right." Qingguang said sweetly, "I'm still the cutest, master?"

"It's okay, it's normal."

California Qingguang: ...?