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Chapter 699 Primordial Fire

"The Nolanka mercenary group decided to conduct a short-term exercise among several cities around Kaya?"

In the spacious and bright office, as the morning sun rose from the end of the sky outside the window, the man in officer uniform frowned and looked at the subordinates who came to report below.

He raised his hand to signal his subordinates to leave first, then turned on the computer on the desk, and saw the exercise announcement of the Nolanka Group through the link sent to him by his subordinates.

"This Nolanka Group..."

He leaned back on the chair in the office, rubbed his frowning brows, and looked at the exercise map attached to the announcement.

Normally, the major financial groups have their own spheres of influence in the wilderness, and their affiliated mercenary groups move within this sphere of influence.

But these consortiums couldn't really carve up the entire wilderness, and they didn't have the ability and willingness to establish effective defense and rule on the deserted wilderness.

So in theory, the major consortiums have no ability to prevent mercenary groups from other consortiums from entering their sphere of influence.

But you can't stop others from coming in. You have to say hello before you come in. Otherwise, one consortium is doing confidential research and another consortium's mercenaries barge in. It would be embarrassing.

In order to avoid conflicts and leaks, when the major mercenary groups may enter other people's territories, they will issue an announcement telling other consortiums, 'I'm coming in'.

This is an unspoken rule among consortiums, but it is impossible to become a clear rule, because the division of power between consortiums is also a vague concept.

It is impossible for consortiums to determine an agreement to clarify the division of these forces. First, because the operation of dividing territories may cause a serious crisis of public opinion. Second, it is normal for even large consortia to suddenly rise and die suddenly. For things, the sphere of influence is changing all the time, and it cannot be fixed at all.

At this time, the Nolanka Group is going to conduct a drill. It is actually a normal operation to issue an announcement to tell other large consortiums that it is going to conduct a drill.

But the problem is that...
The officer subdued the man to lower his hand from between his eyebrows, and dialed the internal number.

As the image of the old man looking at a stack of documents in front of the chessboard appeared on the screen, he said slowly,
"Sir, the Nolanka Group in Kaya City announced that the mercenary group will conduct a short-term exercise."

The old man paused as he turned over the document.

However, the man in the uniform of the officer did not stop, but continued, "Kaya City and San Jon City both belong to the southeast city, and Kaya City is in the northeast of San Jon City, and it is not far from us. It can be reached in days.

"A section to the east of Kaya City is the Sea of ​​Storms, and to the north is Dawn City, so this time the Nolanka Mercenary Group's main 'exercise' direction is southwest."

"They're going through San Jon?"

The old man put down the document in his hand and asked in a low voice.

"They will pass about [-] kilometers northeast of the city of San Jon. The estimated passing time is the morning after tomorrow, but if they walk fast, they may arrive tomorrow night,"

The officer subdued the man and said, "At this distance, even if there are high walls and wilderness obstacles, the radio signals sent by some broadcasting towers in the city can already be clearly received, and at the maneuvering speed of the mercenary group, they will rush over directly. more than an hour.

"However, if we close the city gate tightly, if they want to break through the city gate, it will be impossible with the strength of a mercenary group."

Just as he was speaking, a transparent screen lit up in front of the chessboard, showing the exercise route announced by the Nolanka Group.

The old man looked away from the document in his hand, and looked at these exercise routes. After a short stop, he asked slowly, "We are mainly defending the east city gate now?"

"Yes."

The man in the uniform of the officer nodded, "The town hall and most of the extraordinary people in San Jon City live in the East City."

"Remove half of the people from the south city and west city to go to the north gate, and then transfer one-third of the people from the east gate to equip them with mechas and motor vehicles, and arrange them on the commercial roads leading to the east gate and north gate. , if a large-scale army comes over, no matter whose army it is, they will intersperse and harass."

The old man said slowly, "After making arrangements, send a small team to follow the Nolanka mercenary group on the way to practice."

"Yes!"

The man in officer uniform nodded.

As for this person, the old man raised his head, looked at the city outside the window, and asked thoughtfully, "Is the south gate the farthest gate from their exercise route?"

"Yes."

The man in uniform nodded, "Geographically speaking, from the northeast, there are only two relatively close business roads, leading to the east gate and north gate respectively.

"The southeast of St. Jon City is mountainous, with rugged roads and various beasts entrenched. If you want to go to the south gate, you need to make a detour from the east, go further south and then go north. The distance will be extended to nearly [-]. Sixty kilometers."

Speaking of this, he raised his head and stared at the old man on the screen, "Sir, do you suspect that they may be aware of our arrangement and deliberately attack from a long distance?"

Hearing his question, the old man did not answer, but asked thoughtfully, "Who is the head of the Nolanka mercenary group?"

"It's the old B-grade Fez,"

The man in the uniform of the officer replied, "This Fez soldier is known for his stability and is good at defensive warfare. His ability seems to be biased towards long-term combat."

"Um,"

The old man nodded slightly, and then said slowly, "Transfer some people from the west gate to the south gate. There is no need to focus on defense in the south, but to place guard posts along the road and prepare some roadblocking equipment in advance, just a little obstruction."

"If they choose to attack the south gate, they will be exhausted after marching a long distance. We only need to know the news in advance, and then send people to control the south gate, and they will not be able to break through,"

The man in the uniform of the officer thought for a while, and tried to analyze the old man's arrangement, "The east gate and the north gate are close, and the other party may launch a surprise attack. These two gates are the two gates with the most caravans in San Jon City, and the number of city defense troops is also the largest. , if the city defense army loses control at that time, it may really be able to cooperate with the inside and outside, break into the city, and break things.

"The city defense army at the south gate is small in number. As long as we can find out their whereabouts in advance, send people to control the city defense army, and guard the city gate, they will not be able to break through in a short time.

"Besides, an ordinary consortium mercenary group is unlikely to really work hard for this kind of thing. As long as the short-term siege fails, the morale will inevitably be lost. Even if Fez wants to attack by force, he must be cautious. Morale problem.

"If they choose to surprise the South Gate, when they make a choice, they have already lost."

A surprise attack on the south gate may be a very good operation tactically.

Unexpectedly going around the farthest door can catch the enemy by surprise, but after this possibility is expected, the effect that can be achieved is greatly weakened.

A surprise attack that is guessed is not a surprise attack.

After figuring out the old man's arrangement, the man in the officer's uniform hesitated for a moment, and asked softly,

"Sir, you seem sure that the Nolanka mercenary group will come?"

In fact, according to the normal operation of the consortium mercenary group, even if they heard the signal for help in the city, they might pat their butts and leave.

As soon as the cannon is fired, the gold is ten thousand taels. The consortium basically does not do this kind of business that loses its own money and benefits others.

"The Nolanka consortium has recently expanded its tentacles very quickly, and there is friction with the group in the grain business."

The old man looked down at the chessboard in front of him, then glanced at the pieces outside the board, and said calmly, "Be prepared."

"That's right. Our arrangement can not only deal with the mercenary group of the Nolanka Group, but also all threats from the east and the north. Irons and Dawn City are there."

The officer subduing the man recalled his thoughts and nodded slowly, "Even if it is the strength from the south and west, we can still rely on the city gate to carry it through for a period of time. Sir, he works step by step and is impeccable."

The old man was noncommittal about the answer of the man in the officer's uniform. He just picked up the document in his hand and asked, "Have you and Dahn's 'banquet' been arranged yet?"

"Arranged, as you had anticipated,"

The officer subdued the man and said, "Dahn has fixed the banquet at his headquarters at the West City Gate."

"That all went according to plan."

The old man continued to flip through the documents in his hand, and said slowly.

"Yes!"

The man in uniform nodded quickly and ended the call.

At that time, he will go to Ximen himself.

The vast hall fell into silence again.

The old man sitting in the hall lowered his head and slowly closed the document in his hand.

The faint line of text on the cover of the document lies in the brilliant light,

[Comprehensive investigation report on the "coming" and "resurrection" incidents of evil gods in the past three years]
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"What did you say over there?"

In the dark and cramped old street, Ishia asked Jiaqian softly as she walked forward on the broken and muddy ground of the street.

"He's still hesitating," Si Enji answered calmly, "He won't be willing to reverse the situation until he sees the crisis, but I advise him to make preparations in advance and be prepared.

"However, we must also be prepared for him not to cooperate. If he really can't do it, we can only try more complicated methods."

"Ah."

Ishia nodded lightly, she took Jia Qian's little hand, and sighed softly, "It would be great if the old man was here."

Until now, more than a day has passed, and she has not been able to contact Mr. Xito.

Hearing this, Si Enji also sighed softly.

At this moment, Jia Qian stopped, looking at a small rusty door in front of her.

It seems to be a shop here, but there is no signboard, all the windows are closed and the doors are closed.

"We have arrived."

Isia followed Jia Qian's gaze and looked at the small door. She glanced at the number plate on the small door, stretched out her hand, and rang the doorbell.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound from the doorbell.

This kind of doorbell has a dialogue function, and the rustling sound seems to be that the microphone inside the door is connected.

Ishia stared at the doorbell, and after a short thought, said, "We were introduced by the funeral home, and we have contacted before."

There was a short silence in response to her.

And after the silence ended, there was an ethereal, lifeless female voice,
"I can only put on the makeup of dead people."

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The scorching sun floated in the sky, it brought dry heat, but it couldn't dispel the layers of shadows between the towering buildings.

At this moment, under a tall building, a figure in a cloak and a bowler hat slowly stepped out of the shadows.

He looked up at the towering factory building behind him. The signboard of 'Kajet Grain Factory' on the building reflected a faint brilliance under the scorching sun.

There were light footsteps behind him.

The figure smashed the crutch in his hand to the ground, and disappeared into the shadows again.

Two youths in civilian clothes appeared in the shadows.

"I remember we came here when we were chasing Nighthawks?"

The young man on the left glanced at the surrounding environment, and said with some doubts, "Why did the higher authorities ask us to come here to guard again?"

"If you are told to guard it, you will guard it," the young man on the right said impatiently, "We use the money to eat, why do we think so much?"

"Right."

The young man on the left looked around and nodded slightly.

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Kaya Qiming Medical Laboratory
"Hello, Dean."

In the descending elevator, the intern looked at the man standing beside him and greeted him nervously.

"Um,"

Roger nodded, waved his hand casually, "You are busy, don't worry about me."

Qiming Medical Laboratory is affiliated to Qiming Hospital, and he is now the chief director of Qiming Hospital, of course, honorary.

The real dean with real power is his 'senior brother', that is, Ike, Wei'an's personal doctor.

But Roger has never had the intention of chasing power, he just wants to do his own research quietly.

In fact, he was originally leading the follow-up research on the Fountain of Youth and Gene Potion in Limen City, but the reawakening of 'Wei An' brought him back.

It's a pity that when he hurried back, 'Weian' had already 'sleeped' again.

He didn't get anything except some Wei'an's physical examination reports.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

The intern quickly got off the elevator, and Roger also successfully reached the bottom of the elevator.

There was only one door to open the elevator on this floor, and Roger verified his fingerprints and pushed open the door.

This is the laboratory that Roger applied for himself alone. The laboratory is full of pipes and transparent containers, which can almost be regarded as a miniature version of the hall where Wei An sleeps.

And in the middle of this laboratory, there is also a dormant cabin engraved with the pattern of the world tree.

Roger glanced at the dormant cabin, and closed the door smoothly.

This laboratory is not as particular as that of Wei An. Next to the dormant cabin, there is a small experimental table.

On the table are various shelves, various glass containers, and a small monitor.

Roger walked up to the small monitor and stared at the data on it.

The fluctuating pattern on the monitor is very small, but faint signs of life in the dormant cabin can be vaguely discerned.

Roger looked away from the monitor to the shelf behind it.

On the top of the shelf, there is a weird smiley mask in black and white.

Roger stared at the mask.

Many people said that Vian's recovery came from the favor of 'K'.

He didn't know whether 'K' was really a great god, he only knew that the person who walked in the world in the name of 'K' at first was lying in this dormant cabin beside him.

This is also the only one who really wears a mask in front of the public and calls himself 'K'.

He withdrew his gaze from the mask, smiled wryly, and looked at the hibernation cabin again.

If 'K' is indeed a powerful deity who can revive his followers, why can't he revive the one who first proclaimed his name and lit the fire?
boom--

Just as Roger was thinking like this, a tapping sound slowly sounded in the silent laboratory.

The sound was like a spring thunder piercing through the winter snow, knocking on all the instruments in the laboratory, and also on Roger's heart.

"Drip-"

Countless instruments in the laboratory issued harsh alarms, and the originally stable ripples on the display quickly steepened.

But Roger didn't seem to hear anything, just stared at the dormant cabin that seemed to be silent forever.

He stared at the trembling hibernation hatch that was pushed from the inside out a little bit.

　Push a friend's book, "Here is the sword, please let the immortal go to death"

Swordsman and fairy tales, with a bit of a weird style.

　
(End of this chapter)