Dragon Tattoo - Chapter 615 Old Man Weng and Wenlong

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Meng Lan's body was lifted up again, this time thrown face to face onto her son. Her hair was disheveled and draped over her pale body. Her two slender legs, wrapped in black stockings, hung limply. In the center of her plump white buttocks, her dark red anus had bulged out, and the bright red anal flesh protruding from it was a shocking sight.
But she paid no heed to her own body, simply holding Zhang Xiaoqian tightly in her arms, gently kissing her son's face as he groaned weakly, as if the boy in her arms were still the adorable chubby baby he once was. She licked away the mixture of dust, semen, and urine from her son's face with her bloodstained tongue, gazing at the boy in her arms with tender affection. Her cherry-like lips sang a moving lullaby; her voice, which had resonated in countless important occasions and performances, was still captivating. However, the gentle sound, combined with the horrific scene, sounded incredibly eerie and chilling.
"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby."
"Your mother's hands will always protect you."
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After going through layers of security procedures, and having his entire body searched, including the Glock 18 he kept close to his body, Wenlong finally entered the seemingly unremarkable courtyard house. This courtyard house was no different from those still existing in the capital, a square, matchbox-like structure nestled in a centuries-old alleyway. However, its location was far from ordinary; not far from the country's political center, it was virtually impossible for him to have come to such a place without the connection to Weng Lihong.
The interior of the courtyard house was much larger than it appeared from the outside. From the brick walls to the tiled roof, everything was a uniform gray-blue. Only the newly painted red paint on the beams and pillars brought a touch of vitality, making this centuries-old courtyard less gloomy and solemn. However, a few flashing red dots under the eaves and the people moving behind the glass with paper-cut window decorations reminded him that the security here was just as tight as outside.
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man led Wenlong through the hall toward the backyard. Although he was wearing a tracksuit and white Double Star rubber shoes, his short hair, straight back, and walking posture clearly showed that he had served in the army. Although Wenlong could not tell whether he was carrying a gun, he was certain that this man could take on ten men even unarmed.
After passing through a long, somewhat gloomy passageway, Wenlong's eyes were suddenly brightened, like a traveler who had been trekking in darkness for a long time and was suddenly struck by the sunlight. Before him lay a spacious garden, its size almost extravagant in the heart of this capital city. The warm autumn sun of the capital, like a giant golden umbrella, enveloped the field of golden rapeseed flowers, filling the garden with a vibrant sense of life.
In the prime location of Beijing, where land is incredibly valuable, the existence of such a large open space is truly astonishing. Moreover, this plot of land is merely a vegetable garden, with the excellent black soil teeming with vegetables. Besides rapeseed, there are also cabbages and celery. Cucumbers, tomatoes, and pumpkins climb on the pergola built against the corner of the wall. Several small birds chirp and fly overhead, and a gentle breeze carries the scent of earth, making one feel as if they are in a mountain village farmhouse.
"Young man, help me carry this bucket over." A hoarse but strong voice rang out, and he then realized that there were only two people left in the yard at some point.
A rather burly old man stood with his back to him. Although he was bent over and carefully examining the celery leaves, he knew that he was quite tall when he stood up. From behind, his bald head was quite conspicuous in the sunlight. He wore a purplish-red silk Tang suit, the smooth fabric embroidered with many black swastikas. His feet, clad in black velvet trousers, revealed the edges of blue cloth shoes and white socks.
Wenlong was stunned for a moment before he realized that the old man was calling him. Looking around, he saw a white iron bucket full of water at the entrance of the passage. He quickly picked up the bucket and walked to the old man's side.
"Pour it in." The old man still didn't turn around, but he accurately grasped Wenlong's movements. The old man placed the large watering can he was holding at his feet, and Wenlong did as he was told, slowly pouring the water from the bucket into the can.
Seeing that the kettle was full, the old man picked it up himself and began watering the vegetables and fruits as he walked. The sleeves of his Tang suit were pulled up to his elbows, and although his arms were covered with age spots, they still looked strong and powerful. Judging from the protruding veins and bulging veins, the old man's body was as vigorous as his spirit.
Wenlong patiently followed behind, watching the old man water the plants as he walked. He didn't rashly offer his help, because he knew that the old man had spent his life in the military and was very proud and strong-willed. He would take any well-intentioned help as a sign of disrespect and insult. Besides, his movements didn't show any signs of old age. Although slow, they were very steady. In less than half an hour, he had watered the entire garden.
The old man put down the kettle, straightened his back, and in the setting sun, his body still carried the toughness and fortitude of a soldier. However, the golden sunlight shone on his forehead, and a layer of dense sweat was clearly visible. He casually wiped the sweat from his forehead with the white cuff of his Tang suit, and then turned around to face him.
This was Wen Longtou's first time meeting the old man face-to-face. He had only met him once at Zhong Lao's memorial service, a fleeting encounter. Old Man Weng's high forehead was completely bald, bathed in the bright yellow light of the setting sun. His long, square face was etched with the lines of time, and his long, white eyebrows slanted upwards, exuding an air of authority without anger. His seemingly cloudy eyes held a chilling light. As those eyes swept over him, it was as if a powerful force had locked him in place, rendering him immobile. His lips, below his high nose, were tightly pressed together, with a distinct downward curve at the corners, naturally conveying the air of someone who had long held a high position.
"You're Lu Wenlong?" He looked Wenlong up and down before finally speaking, his voice thick with Sichuan accent.
"Yes," Wenlong replied briefly, while simultaneously gathering his composure and looking directly into those powerful eyes.
Their eyes met, the old man's gaze hardening, while Wenlong met his gaze head-on without flinching. They stared at each other for several minutes in the slanting autumn sunlight, neither showing any sign of backing down. The old man's powerful aura at his age filled Wenlong with a quiet respect, and his composure surprised the old man. He didn't seem offended; instead, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes seemed to hold a hint of admiration.
However, the words that followed were ruthless, and Wenlong could clearly feel his raging anger: "How dare you! Who gave you permission to use my name outside?"
Wenlong was not defeated by his pressure. He looked at those bright eyes without changing his expression and said slowly, "A general in the field may not obey the emperor's orders. I just did what I should do at that moment, and now it seems that I did a good job."
"Heh, you ignorant brat." It's unclear how his words had any effect, but the old man's face, as rugged as a cliff, stretched even longer. He let out a few sounds that were neither a laugh nor a smile, as chilling as an owl's.
"You really think that a little kid and a crazy girl can make the Governor-General of Zhili do whatever you want? You're being far too naive."
"What do you mean?" The old man's words struck at Wenlong's weak point. Recalling his actions that night, he realized that he had indeed been rash and reckless. He had never expected that success would come so easily. He had always thought that his decisiveness and meticulousness had impressed the Ximen family, but now it seemed that things were definitely not that simple, nor should they be.
"How come such an important person as the chief steward of the Ximen family suddenly went south to Sihai's territory and even contacted the deputy head of the Six Doors without letting a word out?"
The old man's casual words sent a chill down Wenlong's spine. He had thought Cao Dongming's arrangements were meticulous and thorough, but he hadn't expected that the old man had seen through everything that Secretary Qiu and Cao Dongming had done.
"Could it be... at sea?" He frowned, and an answer suddenly popped into his mind; this was the only possibility.
He received an affirmative answer from the old man's eyes; it seemed he had not guessed wrong.
Indeed, only he could mobilize the navy and coastal defense deployments without anyone noticing, bypassing the intelligence network's surveillance of the capital city, and send Secretary Qiu to the high seas to meet with important figures from all sides.
Thinking of this, Wenlong felt even more respect for the old man in front of him, and he also secretly became wary. His actions in the capital were quite bold, and he could be said to be walking on the edge of crime. Given the old man's influence, he probably already knew about this, and he might have been under the old man's control as soon as he arrived in the capital.
However, the old man's expression was much more relaxed than before, as if his quick reaction had left a deep impression on him, and he seemed to see a hint of approval in those deep eyes.
"Little boy, you water this last bit." The old man finally calmed down a bit, and Wenlong breathed a sigh of relief. He took the watering can from the old man's hand and began to water the remaining two vegetable plots, just like the old man had done.
However, this farming work didn't seem particularly special, but once he started doing it, he realized he was wrong. Although it wasn't heavy work and didn't require much skill, after walking around bent over in the sun a few times, beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
Fortunately, he had been tested in the most severe extreme environments by following the Yuan Fang, Yuan Ba, and Yuan Qing special forces. He had been able to lie in ambush in the jungle for days and nights without feeling tired. Although it was not very comfortable to be crouching like this, he still managed to persevere. After he had finished pouring all the water in his water bottle, he straightened up, turned his slightly sore neck, and breathed a sigh of relief.

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