A low roar came from the sky, and an aLh "Polaris" multi-purpose utility helicopter slowly approached the building's rooftop helipad. Heavenly Sounds "." ⒉

When hovering more than 10 meters above the tarmac, all the lights suddenly turned on under the belly of the aircraft, and the black "Polaris" multi-role helicopter looked like a big bird in the night.

The strong air flow blew the beard on the mouth of Singh, who was waiting outside the tarmac, and the spark on the Cuban cohiba cigar at the corner of his mouth turned red and bright, Singh watched the helicopter slowly stop with an expressionless face, his left hand subconsciously reached into his pocket, and the cold feeling spread to his fingertips, and for a while, he was inexplicably a little nervous after seeing countless big scenes.

As Singh, he has not personally picked up the plane for many years, only someone else picks him up, and he is not one of those so-called rich people who have a big belly on the list and actually take out loans to avoid real assets, those guys can make them a minister and rush to the airport in a limousine, and he can't wait to open the porthole door for those dignitaries in person.

However, he is still at the helm of the most powerful and hidden ancient family in the country, and Singh, who has become accustomed to living surrounded by stars, saw the door of the helicopter open, and was a little reserved for a while, and did not rush to greet these "distinguished guests" warmly.

He stared at the hatch, his emotions rolling like waves, but on the surface he was calm. His father once said that he had awesome eyes, like sharp arrows, that pierced through all disguises, and that a coward would feel like he had been stung by a scorpion. Therefore, Singh rarely looks at people squarely, and does not want them to feel uncomfortable because of his eyes.

In this plane, it was not an ordinary person sitting. It is a figure that has been hailed as a "god" by the Singh family for hundreds of years, and the statue of this figure is wrapped in gold in many kingdoms today, and then placed on temple altars for people to bow down.

And most importantly, this "god" once used to say that the ancestors of the Singh family had a mysterious power that allowed the family to remain strong and noble in the turbulent waters of time.

Among the successive family heirs, except for the first person at the helm before the rise of the Singh family, there have been more than a dozen successors in the following hundreds of years, and none of them has had the privilege of witnessing the "gods" enshrined in the Buddhist hall of this family.

What kind of character will this be?! Could it really be like the image in many temples, with eight arms, eight ears and eight hands?

In the open hatch, three people jumped out in turn, and the last person turned around and picked up a five or six-year-old child from the helicopter cabin. The three adults were dressed in typical combat costumes, looking like mercenaries, and a golden girl who looked like a stumbling girl wore a black mask painted with a white skull pattern, and a peaked cap with a skull pattern on her head, both arms were covered in tattoos, and her mouth moved as if she was chewing gum.

The child who was carried off the plane was the strangest, dressed completely out of place with the others, wearing short-sleeved shorts, fancy care, a straw hat on his head, a pair of slippers under his feet, and a bottle of champagne in his hand, constantly sending it to his mouth one by one. The outfit reminded Singh of the kind of tourists he often sees at the seaside, scruffy and unkempt, and he likes to get drunk.

The other two men look like Chinese, one of them is normal and capable, the other is short, but also thief-headed thief, with a lewd face, his eyes are rolling around, and he exclaimed when he saw the railing next to the tarmac.

"Boss! Top dog! This thing seems to be real pure gold! ”

After that, he opened his mouth very recklessly and gnawed on it, and after confirming that it was real gold, he continued to exclaim: "! The owner of this building is so rich that the railings on the side of the apron are made of pure gold! The cliff is an Indian tyrant! ”

Singh is well-informed, travels around the world, knows many local languages, this kid is really Chinese, a mouthful of Chinese Mandarin, the accent seems to be a southern accent.

Singh was completely shocked, and he even had a moment of delusion, whether the person he sent out was the wrong person, this guy was just a group of tourists who came from a certain country to travel, maybe a temporary pheasant group, so Chinese and Europeans, and an American child mixed together.

Next, he saw something even more surprising to him.

The slightly normal-looking Chinese, the "boss" in the mouth of the short man, stepped forward and kicked the short man in the ass unceremoniously, kicking him to the ground.

"Fan Jian! Can you kid not look at the gold and be careful that others treat you as a thief! ”

"Greed is the nature of dwarves!" The short man named Fan Jian looked very around, pouting and rubbing his ass and walked to the side, but his eyes never left the pure gold railing.

Singh secretly said in his heart that perhaps only this young Chinese called "boss" could be the main master, the "four-faced god" that his family followed and worshipped.

He hurriedly walked up, although he didn't look very pleasing to the people in front of him, after all, he was still the great benefactor and distinguished guest of his family, and his status was supreme, and everything in the Singh family was given by this "god".

"Excuse me......" As soon as Singh spoke, the words he had thought about before disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't find them back at once, maybe the impact of this combination on him was too great.

He was a little anxious, but fortunately, there was a token that could verify the identity of the person in front of him. He hurriedly pulled out his left hand from his pocket and pinched a shining gold coin and sent it to Long Yun.

"Token ......"

It is a half-mutilated gold coin that looks like it has been broken in half, and the style and pattern are very old, with a sense of historical vicissitudes, and it looks like a product of the Mughal era.

Long Yun looked at the chubby bearded man in front of him, staring at the coin between his fingers, and almost reached out to scratch his head.

I've never seen this gold coin before, does he want to give it to himself? But it's only half of it, what does it mean? Could it be a code?

For a moment, Long Yun stood in place, at a loss.

The atmosphere became awkward, and Singh seemed to realize that the other party didn't know the gold coin at all, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

It's been a long time, is it really the wrong person?! If that's the case, you can really find a black cloth to cover your face, and then find a knife to kill yourself, anyway, you don't have the face to see your ancestors when you die.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of kicking and jumping, and when he looked down, he saw that the American child in the strange group was actually jumping on tiptoe, maybe too small to reach the height of an adult, he could only jump like this.

His eyes fell on the child's raised hand, and Singh was taken aback, and half of the gold coins that were almost crippled were in his eyes!

! What's going on?

His eyes suddenly rounded.