Chapter 1069 Thirteen Club!

The dilapidated elevator did not strike and retire immediately, but carried Yang Sen and his son from the ground to the ground.

Yang Cheng felt like beeping the dog, no matter who designed this unlucky building, they would inevitably be scolded as stupid, crazy, right? First, the car drives to the ground, and then takes the landing platform to go down to one floor or two sides. The car stays behind, and the person takes the elevator back to the ground. Isn't this tossing people?

But he didn't complain for too long, and the elevator stopped. Although the stop was a bit rude, like a roller coaster suddenly stopped in mid-air, but it finally arrived. He couldn't help being irritable with his eyes as if it should be taken for granted. He unbuttoned his collar to let in the wind, and the elevator door opened slowly after a few seconds.

I thought I could see some strange Yang Cheng, but after the elevator door opened, I found that the scene on this floor was almost the same as when I first entered the underground garage, except that it was still dark.

However, Yang Sen stepped out of the elevator familiarly, and walked forward according to the looming lights on the ground, as if he was not worried about steps and thresholds on the road that would trip him up.

Ever since entering this building, Yang Cheng has become numb to these strange scenes, and she doesn't talk nonsense, just following behind her father, the footsteps of 'Gada Gada' reverberate, it can be seen that they are in a closed room at this time in an open environment.

After walking for less than half a minute, they should have entered a larger space. In the end, the two stopped in a room. Yang Sen closed the door and turned on the lights in the room at the same time.

Yang Cheng hurriedly blocked the glare of the light with his hands, and after a while he got used to it, and lowered his arms to look at the room.

The room is small in size, about 20 square meters, with a white knitted blanket of excellent workmanship under the feet, a huge one-way mirror standing opposite the door, in front of the mirror is a black double sofa, with side tables on both sides of the sofa , drinks and drinks neatly placed on the table.

In addition, stereos are hung on the four top corners of the room, and an old-fashioned public phone is hung on the wall to the right of the entrance. Yang Cheng guessed that it should be used to contact the waiter. He could feel that the building could not be done well. It is the clubhouse of a mysterious organization, and Yang Sen is a member of this organization.

Thinking of this, Yang Cheng couldn't help being a little excited, MD, what is this organization doing? Overthrow the regime? To subvert the world? Monopolize the global economy?

In a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through Yang Cheng's mind.

Yang Sen still didn't speak, just pointed to the wine on the table, let Yang Cheng pour it himself, then sat on the sofa and continued to close his eyes and rest.

Yang Cheng pursed her lips and slandered inwardly, "Is this nima a dumb club? No one is allowed to speak?"

Just when he satirized the weirdness of this broken place,

Through the one-way mirror, a spotlight was turned on with a 'snap', and the lamp post hit the empty stage straight. In the center of the stage stood a seductive golden humanoid sculpture.

Yang Cheng's heart tightened, and he looked at it calmly, and found that the sculpture portrayed people's expressions vividly, but because of the distance, he couldn't see who was portrayed in the sculpture, only knew that the sculpture was smiling, smiling like that Sunlight.

The sculptor is dressed in an ancient court-style tuxedo, a top hat, and a civilized stick on his waist. The whole person is bowing and smiling, vivid.

What surprised Yang Cheng the most was that there seemed to be a number engraved on the tall hat worn by the sculptor. Yang Cheng didn't care about his father's attitude, so he looked at it intently in front of the mirror for a while before confirming the number. Yes - 13!

"Sit down~"

Yang Sen finally spoke.

Yang Cheng was stunned, and wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't dare to refute. With a slight complaint, he took a step back and sank on the sofa.

I couldn't help beating my heart, "Did I guess wrong? This is not a club, but an underground auction?"

It shouldn't be, he doesn't think there are any underground auctions in this world that he doesn't know about.

There is no way, he can only hold back his doubts and wait patiently, and time will eventually give the answer.

The space outside the one-way mirror, except for the light illuminating the sculpture, the rest of the space is still pitch black, but Yang Cheng knows that there should be a similar one-way mirror behind the darkness at the same height as himself, and the one-way mirror Behind the mirror are people just like themselves.

Another 10 minutes passed, and after Yang Cheng drank two glasses of pure Scotch whiskey, a hollow and long voice came from the stereo.

It was a man's voice, and it was not difficult to guess from the deep and deep feeling in the voice that the owner of the voice should be quite old.

"Everyone, welcome back to Club 13. How have you been doing in the past three years?"

Yang Cheng's pupils shrank. So this place is called Club 13? Looks like it's still a 3-year gathering?

Yang Cheng hurriedly retrieved the memory from his mind. Three years ago, he was still the prodigal son who lived like a year, and he didn't care about family affairs all day long. At that time, Dad also mysteriously disappeared for a few days. Could it be that he came to London at that time to attend the party of Club 13?

He didn't dare to look directly, but glanced at Yang Sen from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be very familiar with the voice, but he didn't seem to be interested in it. He looked at the sculpture in the field with a straight face.

That voice didn't seem to be prepared to hear any answer, but just said to himself, "It seems that everyone is doing very well. As number 1, I am very pleased."

Yang Cheng thumped again in his heart, "The owner of this voice is No. 1, so what is Dad's number?"

He felt that since this club is called 13, the composition of members, or the core members should only be 13, one more and one less is sorry for the name.

However, with this way of gathering, Yang Cheng felt like he was in a clown organization. At least from Gareth Lopez's description, their meeting scene was similar to the current 13 Club.

MMP, this is not a killer organization, is it? Yang Cheng started to guess again.

But when he turned a corner, he forgot about it, and his father's physique can kill a chicken, kill someone? stop talking.

No. 1 continued, "Originally, according to the process, everyone talked about things, and then they could leave and go home, but this year is a bit different. Before I came, I specifically asked everyone to bring successors, just to avoid the tragedy of 30 years ago. Therefore, this year the 13 club has ushered in 13 outstanding young talents, let us welcome the arrival of the young juniors."

Just like before, No. 1 would pause for a moment after each sentence, as if to leave room for everyone to answer the conversation, but in fact Yang Cheng didn't hear any voice other than No. 1 at all.

However, he was keenly aware that when No. 1 mentioned the tragedy 30 years ago, his father's expression suddenly became darker. Although it was fleeting, he did not escape Yang Cheng's eyes. 30 years ago? 1985? What happened that year? To let No. 1 break the rules?

Yang Cheng didn't know about all this, so she could only listen quietly, but this time No. 1 was silent for a long time, it was almost 5 minutes, and she didn't continue to speak, she was really speechless, was it on purpose? Don't you know it's too much to say something half-hearted?

At this time, different from before, a red light was turned on at one o'clock in front of Yang Cheng, followed by a different voice from No. 1, "No. 1, when did you become so wordy?" ?”

Yang Cheng's eyes lit up. It seemed that the number of each member did not represent the status, because he didn't hear a sense of awe for No. 1 from this person, but a slight playful feeling.

Number 1 answered immediately, "No. 2, you are still so annoying."

No. 2 immediately let out a piercing laugh, laughing like Donald Duck, Yang Cheng nodded secretly, and No. 1 was right, hearing this laughter made people feel disgusted.

However, Yang Cheng observed the position where the light was on when No. 2 was speaking, and compared the position of the sculpture with the position of the room he was in. He couldn't help guessing that they might be in a cylindrical space. The position of the room corresponds to the dial, and the center The sculpture just represents No. 1, and the numbers of the rest of the members are deduced by analogy. The one at one o’clock is No. 2, and the one at two o’clock is No. 3. According to this logic, the father facing the sculpture should be No. 7. Grandma is a ball, if you sort by strength or status, dad's position in the 13 club is not low, he is an absolute middle-level power faction!

After talking about No. 2, No. 1 finally started to advance the agenda, "Okay, let's not talk nonsense, let's talk about our own affairs first, and leave the successor's matter to the last."

No. 2 immediately followed up and said, "In that case, let me talk about it first. There is a business here, and the initial estimated profit is around 1.5 billion. However, it is a bit complicated to deal with the Colombian rebels, but the profit is obvious, and I only need 30% of it, how about it? Is it a good deal?"

Yang Cheng was startled, shit, it's too awesome, just open your mouth and say 1.5 billion profit? Even if he gets 30% of the money, there are still more than ten figures of dollars to earn. He doesn't think that the club that has made such an awesome form will use the yen as the unit!

As soon as the words fell, another red light came on on the right side of No. 2, which was directly opposite Yang Cheng. Yang Cheng muttered, "This should be No. 13, right?"

"No. 2, can you be more specific? You didn't rob the oil fields or diamond mines of the Colombian rebels, and found that the crude oil or diamonds you mined couldn't be shipped out, so you reluctantly shared them?"

Sure enough, the title of No. 2 in the next second confirmed Yang Cheng's guess, "Fart, No. 13, are those primitive people in Colombia with undegenerated hair my opponent? Do you like this business or not? Shut up and stop talking nonsense."

Listening to No. 2's tone, it seems that he doesn't take No. 13 seriously, and he can scold as much as he wants, but when he hears No. 2's embarrassment and anger, Yang Cheng feels indescribably refreshed, and he should be so angry He, how can anyone here have a simple one? Just because you are two, you can pretend to be a wolf with a big tail!

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