Chapter 135 1. Exotic Goods

1940

Port of Tynemouth, UK

It rained for more than three hours and it still didn't stop.

Soldiers also stood by the sea for more than three hours.

It was July, and the Atlantic warm current swept the rain and fell to the ground. The night, which should have been cool and warm, had inexplicably added a touch of air-conditioning. It seemed like winter was approaching.

The only light here is the lighthouse on the rough sea in the distance.

A huge beam of light swept across the surroundings, and turned to other directions in the blink of an eye, passing through several jagged and dilapidated monasteries around, as well as the dense needle-like rain in the air.

The air is full of inexplicable fishy smell, which comes from the fishing boats parked by the port. The ground is black wet bricks and stones, and some inexplicable seaside molluscs are squirming on it.

Soldier Kos Diman stroked the cold raindrops on his face, moved his feet slightly, and kicked away a thin fish that had not been transported away and was still dancing.

This is the first time he has performed this kind of mission. Diman swallowed nervously and looked around. His companions were all like him, wearing helmets, holding guns, and wearing black ponchos. In the rainy night, staring at the sea like a rock, seems to be waiting for something.

At this time, the whale oil lamp of the lighthouse swept across the empty sea, and the black shadow of a freighter was cut out. It appeared silently, faintly in the rain, and its shape could not be seen clearly, as if passing through layers of space, It was placed in that position by the gods.

"Team three, be alert."

"Second team, pick up the goods."

He called out from among the soldiers an unusually tall, lanky man.

The man looked like a bamboo pole, tall and thin, wearing a crow's long-billed mask similar to that of the plague doctor in the Victorian era, his round glasses were stained with rain, and his whole body was wrapped in a dark black robe. Stepping on black rubber boots.

Diman looked away and didn't move. He was from the third team.

Behind him, the soldiers of the second team turned on their flashlights, and under the light of the flashlights, there was a huge iron train lying quietly in the dark rain.

bang bang!

The soldiers filed into the train, and then one by one carried the big wooden boxes and got off the train. It was laid heavily on the dark and damp floor tiles of the port.

At the same time, the ghostly ship on the sea also slowly stopped and broke down. The sailors lowered the lifeboat, started the lifeboat with rain capes, and approached the pier.

There are two lifeboats, one carrying people and the other carrying a large black iron box.

The weird man wearing a crow mask at the head waved his hand, and all the soldiers immediately became alert. They held the Lee Enfield rifles in their hands tightly and spread out slightly.

Diman did the same, but with sharp eyes, he saw that the "leader" pulled out a black wooden stick from his arms and stuffed it into his cuff.

The lifeboat docks.

The leading sailor jumped onto the pier and secured the boat with ropes to keep it from being pushed away by the tide.

Afterwards, they worked together to drag another lifeboat with an iron box to the shore. The four tall sailors hooked up the ring at the bottom of the iron box with their muscles, and even forcefully lifted the lifeboat that needed a hoist. The hoisted box was lifted up.

The four stepped forward quickly, and placed the four-meter-long and three-meter-high iron box heavily in front of the group of soldiers.

Only then did Diman see clearly how they were dressed. They all had bald scalps and brown skin, like monks. But also with a head like a monk.

They are all very tall and strong, wearing patched straight cloth sweaters and trousers, with some weird patterns tattooed on their skin, some seem to be square characters, and some are some inexplicable red patterns, look It looks a little hideous.

After the box was put down, the four of them put their hands on their crotches in silence, without saying a word.

"Where's Fatil?"

A woman with a flame tattoo on her face came out from behind the group of men with her hands behind her back, she looked like their leader.

She has a pretty face, with braids up to her waist, a loose Tang skirt, and clogs with bare feet, but she speaks English very fluently.

"it's here."

The man wearing the crow mask stood up. He was nearly two meters tall, and the woman with the oriental face was only as tall as his chest.

The man stretched out his hand: "See you when we make up, Miss Xi."

"Just speak English, Mike."

When the woman approached, she pushed her hand away, and Diman could see a mole under the corner of her eye.

"OK, I've been waiting for a long time this time."

"What about the medicine?"

The woman interrupted him directly.

"here."

The crow-faced man waved his hand, and several soldiers lifted the wooden box up: "Aspirin, antibiotics, sulfonamides, quinine, morphine, um, there are also special drugs."

The woman squatted down and began to examine the wooden box.

When the team leader is in charge of the transaction. Diman couldn't help but glance at the woman's snow-white thighs under the cheongsam after she squatted down. After his Adam's apple twitched, he looked back, only to see a pair of gloomy eyes in front of the big iron box.

The tall foreign man looked at him. He had a broad face, protruding neck muscles, and dull eyes.

Diman could feel a tangy smell of sea and blood. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and tightened the rifle in his hand with trembling fingers.

This action aroused the vigilance of the yellow-skinned man wearing black cloth shoes on the opposite side, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. Make a fist and step forward. The rain quickly evaporated from his bare head.

He was clearly unarmed, but his aura made people feel oppressed.

Diman took a step back with his rifle in hand.

The movement caused the woman with the flame tattoo on her face to turn her head instantly: "Quanzi, don't be as knowledgeable as a ghost."

The man immediately stood back and lowered his head, looking very respectful.

Diman couldn't understand what they were saying at all, so he turned his head slightly and asked a veteran beside him: "Who are these people?"

The veteran's lips twitched: "People over there, don't talk nonsense."

After checking several rows of wooden boxes on the ground, the woman in cheongsam nodded with satisfaction.

"The medicine is here, do you want to check it?"

She pointed to the big box that had been brought down from the boat.

The man in the crow mask glanced at the box. A cold white mist spewed out from the nostrils of the bird in the mask. He shook his head and stretched out his hand:

"He Zuoyu loves it very much."

"En." The woman shook the crow mask man's palm, turned her head and waved her arm: "Scatter water."

The group of oriental men in linen shirts immediately retreated to the wooden box, picked up the wooden box, put the wooden box on the two lifeboats, and disappeared into the dark rain of the port without looking back.

The freighter from the Far East flickered in the black tide, and then disappeared, just like when it came.

Only an inexplicable large iron box was left at the port.

The rain in the sky crackled on the box, and the water smoke hissed like water droplets on a burning coal stove.

The tall and thin man wearing a crow mask walked slowly to the big iron box. With his back turned to Diman, he tapped the iron box with his slender fingers like bamboo joints, and put his ears on it for a while to listen.

Then, he straightened up: "Take it away and go to Wales."

A dozen soldiers stepped forward as promised, but the box was lifted by four strong men from the east, and the dozen soldiers couldn't do anything to it.

Until the man wearing the crow mask knocked on the iron box with a thin wooden stick without leaving a trace. Only then did the soldiers lift the box and put it into the train.

Ten minutes later, thick scorching steam spewed out from the front of the car parked in Tynemouth Harbor, and three thick lights pierced the rain curtain and shone into an unknown distance.

The exotic cargo was tightly placed in the middle compartment of the train, with heavily armed soldiers at the front and back.

Kos Diman stood guard in the corridor of the carriage closest to the cargo, and looked back.

Through the glass, under the light of a row of incandescent lights on the roof, he saw that the iron box sent from a foreign country was covered by a thick layer of dark gray tarpaulin, and was firmly fixed to the back of the train by steel cables and nails. iron plate.

For some reason, he felt an emotion called "rage" from that box.

The outer tarpaulin trembled slightly, obviously the train hadn't started yet.

"What are you looking at?"

The soldier standing guard next to him tapped him on the shoulder with the butt of his rifle.

Diman came back to his senses and found that the other party had a cigarette in his mouth and a cigarette in his fingers.

"Well, thank you."

He took the cigarette and struck a match to light it.

"Don't look around." The veteran reminded him.

"Hey!"

Diman couldn't help it, he spit out a mouthful of white mist: "Aren't you curious, the rumbling in the box, but you pretended you didn't hear anything."

"curious?"

The veteran gave him a cold look: "I tell you, young man, there are too many things in this world that you don't understand. Don't look at, touch, or think about it. The danger has nothing to do with you."

Diman shut up and smoked silently.

But he couldn't help but think about what was in the box, as if someone told him not to think about the elephant, and the image of the elephant immediately appeared in his mind.

Time flies.

The train continued to row through the dark rain without slowing down.

In the carriage, Kos Diman's eyelids gradually became heavy.

It seemed that three hours had passed, and it seemed that only one second had passed.

Suddenly, something brushed his cheek, and he woke up suddenly from a dazed doze.

But at this moment, the old soldier standing guard next to him has disappeared, and the other soldiers around him have also disappeared.

The wind was blowing from behind, he was startled and looked back.

I saw the chandelier in the carriage crackling, flickering, and the foreign iron box was opened at some point. The steel cables tied to the iron plate were completely broken, and the canvas was flying, but there was nothing inside.

"Chris?"

Diman swallowed his saliva and called out the name of the missing veteran, but no one answered. It seemed that suddenly, he was the only one left on the moving train.

The carriage ahead was flickering, and he couldn't see clearly. He didn't know what was going on, so he was terrified, and slowly backed away with his gun in his arms.

He retreated to the corner of another carriage and leaned against a hard object, he was slightly relieved. The body begins to warm up gradually, and the temperature rises, getting hotter and hotter.

He let go of his grip on the gun and wiped the sweat from his brow.

etc.

hot?

The body heat continued to rise, as if two scorching blowers were blowing air on his back.

He turned around.

in the dark.

The iris opens sideways.

A pair of huge blazing orange vertical pupils burn quietly.

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