Click,

The plastic-enhancing intercom shell was crushed by the flesh palm. Richard Sapa stared at the palm of his palm, which was pierced by the fragments and gushed out of blood, not knowing what he was thinking.

This is a study room, with miniature milky white Ionique stone pillars guarding the fireplace made of red bricks, and red pine firewood built into towers crackling, and Mars splattered in the dust, and it is impossible to escape the extinguished strange road.

Above the fireplace are some lifelike animal specimens, Kodiak brown bears hunted from Alaska, North American moose hunted from Minnesota, and even jaguars in the Amazon Basin. These beasts are preys he traveled around the world when he was young. If it weren't for the piles of old photos framed with photo frames on the desk, it would be hard to believe that the bloated, fat and greasy middle-aged Richard Sapa also had a highlight moment of frivolous and energetic youth.

He bent down to let his huge weight press on his knees, without using iron tongs, picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the fireplace. The charming and charming eyes reflected in his pupils, licking the flames of the chimney.

A twisted and folded serpentine thunder passed through the night, reflecting the gloomy light on the half-closed window. The strong wind came in, and the oblique raindrops moistened the hand-woven Persian blanket on the wooden floor. It was not until this time that he remembered that he had not closed the window.

The mistress who walked out of the bedroom was wearing only a gentle purple silk nightgown. She put her hand on Richard's shoulder and asked softly, "Dear, what happened?"

This woman is just a substitute for her after her wife dies of illness. She is young blonde, intellectual and slutty, acting as a way to relieve her loneliness and a nanny with her children.

Richard's back trembled slightly. He did not turn around, but stared at the burning fire, but pried his already numb tongue and said hoarsely: "Go and wake the children and take them all to the secret room."

He did not explain why he did this, but fortunately the other party did not ask questions, but nodded gently, leaving only the sound of drums hitting the glass windows with heavy rain.

".....I see."

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

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

He walked to the window and opened the half-closed glass window completely. The strong wind blew up his clothes, and the water vapor wet his hair on his forehead, allowing the bone-chilling cold to soak his whole body.

Thunder and lightning sounded endlessly, making the manor bright like day, like a illusion, and a thin figure in a raincoat wandered between the heavy rain, gradually approaching step by step.

Li Ang came, carrying a sword, axe and a smell of blood.

"That's it."

Richard closed the window coldly and went down to the living room. The security consultant of the manor and his younger brother Antonio had already been waiting in the hall. There were only more than twenty remaining adult men from the family holding guns standing around.

Antonio was a calm and light-hearted man. He threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground, and sniffed in a fog and said, "I have called. Several strongholds in Gotham City can bring in more than seventy more people, because they will have to arrive in a while because of the heavy rain."

It is impossible to think about how dangerous it is to travel in such a cruel natural disaster, but in the face of the possibility of family overturning, nothing is a more priority.

"No need, 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 slackenedly brought a chair, sat in the center of the living room with a golden knife, 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 family."

"Drop the ring to the ground, I won't want it." Antonio raised his eyelids coldly and glanced at him without moving. He still leaned against the wooden fence of the stairs and smoked on his own: "Our children and nephews all died on this rainy night, so it's impossible for us to leave just like that."

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

Antonio stood up and held the submachine gun on his shoulder, "That man, what does he want."

"have no idea."

"We can buy him one million, ten million, or even one hundred million, and he will always be fed."

Richard was silent, his eyes were deep and long, as if it had crossed the manor.

"Antonio, do you still remember D.B. Cooper?"

"That wanted criminal in 1971?"

"Yes." Richard nodded, "On Wednesday, November 24, a man in a windbreaker and a suitcase boarded Northwest Airlines' NW305 aircraft. After calling bourbon at 3 pm, he took out the bomb in his handbag, hijacked the entire plane, and asked for $200,000 in cash and parachute bags to land on the plane."

Richard's voice told the story that was well-known in the United States without any turbulence. "The police used a large amount of manpower and material resources to use 10,000 non-connected US dollars that Cooper asked for, and took photos of the bills in a short time and recorded the numbers. At 5:30 pm, the plane landed at Seattle Stark Airport."

Although Antonio didn't know why Richard told the story in great detail, he listened patiently based on his respect for his brother.

"It was a rainy day like tonight. Cooper let 36 passengers get off the plane with a flight attendant, but still hijacked four crew members. After a short 15-minute refueling time, the plane took off again."

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

"In the Louis River Basin 40 kilometers west of Portland, D.B. Cooper skydiving. The FBI and local police conducted a dragnet search and gained nothing. They even released some of the 200,000 US dollars in hopes that the people can provide information."

Antonio followed up with his brother's story: "Nine years later, in 1980, a child dug nearly 300 burned 20 dollar bills in the Columbia River Basin. After checking the information, Cooper's money - he used the dollar bill to build a bonfire. To this day, no one has discovered Cooper himself and the remaining dollar bills. For God's sake, what's the point of telling this story?!"

Richard looked up and looked straight at the circular dome in the living room. "Wednesday, November 24, 1971, you can't walk at that time. My father and I were about to fly to Seattle to handle the local business after visiting a seriously ill aunt in Portland."

Antonio suddenly widened his eyes and realized something.

"D.B. Cooper was sitting next to me at that time. 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 sighed. "I have seen his eyes. Under his kind appearance, there are indifference and contempt for everything. Some people you are destined to be unable to buy, and the world in their eyes is different from what we think."

Bang!

The door was kicked open by brute force, and Li Ang walked in with rain boots. The background board was full of roaring thunder and roaring thunder, and the raging howling rainstorm.

"Gentlemen, please let me come and send you to this cool night gently."
Chapter completed!