One Piece Dragon System

Chapter 386: Monk, Saint!

Northwest India, the capital New Delhi, is more than 100 kilometers away.Miscellaneous∽∽

This is a desolate and uninhabited flat land. It is said that there was a lake here a long time ago, but it gradually dried up. In India, water is probably the most precious thing, slightly more precious than money.

A young monk wearing a black turban is driving a Hummer. Next to him is a young girl in a golden Islamic embroidered robe. She wears a white gloved hand with a Colt pistol that does not fit her identity. It was not Frigar bullets, but real live bullets.

The golden veil covered her entire face, and only those brown eyes with a trace of resentment were exposed, and a long black hair that fell naturally.

She sat quietly on the co-pilot, her eyes lowered, looking young, but she revealed a sense of vicissitudes and bitterness that did not belong to this age.

"Damn, is there really an airport in this place? Why didn't I know?" the monk in a black turban asked.

"It seems to have been established before World War II. Only the veterans who have survived before know it. However, it has been abandoned for many years and the runway is very short. But with the skills of the pilot of the Slebni, it should be possible to land safely." The girl shook her head. The golden veil concealed her stunningly beautiful face, but the faint voice was so enchanting that it made people wonder.

The monk raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he carefully looked at the woman who had just received the title of "saint" today. Although they were together, the monk didn't know the purity of the "saint" bloodline. Where will it go, but if that is the case, why did you choose to become a "saint"?

You must know that in India, "saint" is not a decent term.

Although people were respectful and fearful of them, they knocked their heads to the ground.

However, everyone knows what role those tall girls are playing.The so-called "Hindu saint" is neither a queen nor a female star; on the contrary, it is a bitter child with the most miserable destiny.

Any girl with better family conditions or dragon blood will not choose to be this "saint."

"It's there, the runway ahead." "The Indian Saint" said suddenly.

Unbelievably, a runway appeared on the uninhabited flat ground, or half of it, and the other half was already submerged by the desert.

"This runway was built in 1921. At that time, India's drying up was not so severe, and the area covered by the desert was not so large." "The Indian Saint" added.

The monk parked his car at the end of the runway and planted an Indian flag in the sand. There was no sign in these tens of thousands of miles of desert. Who knew there was an airport here.

But this is completely redundant. With India’s all-weather ultra-high temperature weather, the sun’s sunlight is enough to illuminate the entire area of ​​India for thousands of kilometers, including this airport.

"There are still three minutes. Since it's the principal's special plane, it should be on time." "The Indian Saint" said while glanced at the watch in her hand.

"Then prepare. Anyway, the elites from the department are here, and the elders have also told us to treat them better." The monk sat on the bumper of the Hummer.

"The Indian Saint" spread a white napkin on the engine compartment cover, placed three cups, opened a bottle of mineral water and filled the cups one by one, and placed a bunch of bright yellow tulips next to the wine glass. Then use three small Indian flags cha into the lime slices, and put the lemon slices in the cup.

This is probably an extravagant welcoming ceremony in the history of the Indian branch. There is a car to pick up the yellow flower bouquet that symbolizes victory and completeness and India’s most precious water. It’s just a warm hug, but whether it is a monk or an "Indian saint" "They are not prepared to embrace warmly, because they all hate to have physical contact with people, especially "Indian saints."

In the distance, there was a roar of yellow sand flying in the sky. The hot air in the blazing sun was almost materialized, but it seemed that some flying beast was approaching with wind and thunder.

"Come here." The eyes of the "Indian Saint" flickered slightly.There was a faint expectation in my heart.

When he touched the yellow sand, Slebnir suddenly turned on all the lights. In the yellow sand, the black quicksand was like a giant centipede emerging from the depths of the ground.

It slid on the track that was not covered by yellow sand, the tires rubbed against the cinder track, with dazzling sparks.

The monk slid down the bumper, folded his hands together, and looked at the "black quicksand" that was too late to brake with a trace of pity and rushed towards him.

The runway is too short for an aircraft that has just finished supersonic flight!

In the last two hundred meters, the "black quicksand" suddenly sprayed forward. A stream of fire broke out, and the reverse thrust of the engine was fully opened. The high-temperature airflow up to hundreds of degrees could almost push the Hummer with the handbrake, but the monk still stood with his hands folded. In front of the Hummer's bumper, there is no evasive meaning.

"Black Quicksand" stopped in front of the Hummer, like a mad bull rushing towards a matador, but was pulled by its tail at the last moment.

Only a few meters away, it will hit the Hummer, and the monk caught between the two has no chance of surviving.

"Brain damage!" The pilot raised his middle finger to the monk with his hands folded.

If the pilot’s driving skills are slightly flawed or the Gulfstream’s jet engine can’t reverse, everyone will be ruined. Before Slebnier landed, the monk played such a thrilling gamble with the people on the plane. The technology of the life gambler.

If someone from another branch did this kind of thing, the pilot would immediately jump off the plane and beat the other party. But since the other party was a monk from the Indian branch, the pilot’s protest was limited to a "brain disability" with his middle finger. Don't want to be entangled with neurosis.

The pilot knows the temper of these Hindus. Because they believe in Buddhism too deeply, everyone here adheres to the spirit of compassion and pity, advocating the consciousness of whoever goes to hell if I don’t go to hell. Only by saving the people behind can I get Buddhism. The essence of self-sacrifice is the reincarnation of the Buddha, which is also an aesthetic practiced by Hindus since ancient times.

The pilot only noticed that the monk was standing still, but he didn't realize that the Indian girl holding the bouquet behind the monk was also standing still.The attitude of the Indian branch is not so much crazy, as it is to express the true meaning of Buddhism in India to the passengers on board.

The hatch opened, the gangway lowered, and the sound of neat footsteps slowly sounded, but what's the matter with the "Xi Xi Suo Suo" voice?

The three of them wore colorful Indian costumes with white-yellow-blue turbans on their heads. None of them wore shoes. They were all barefoot.

The monk was stunned. What group is the headquarters dispatched this time... the ascetic monk delegation?