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The car drove for more than two hours.

Finally, in the dead of night, we stopped in front of a lonely old castle in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the city that never sleeps.

The three got out of the car.

Chen Feng raised his head and took a look at the castle.

The area is quite large, at least more than a thousand square meters.

The whole castle was quiet.

No sound can be heard.

There are dim lights hanging outside the gate of the castle, which look like ancient gadgets from hundreds of years ago.

At this time, Jason on the side said respectfully: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, there is no ambush here. Our consortium sincerely wants to contact you. We are very sincere."

Chen Feng nodded: "I am also very sincere."

"That's good. Come with me."

Jason took the lead into the castle.

Chen Feng then followed.

But the little naughty boy didn't move and just stood silently beside the car.

She is not eligible to enter.

……

The castle is cool and dark.

Everything was quiet.

A few minutes later.

Chen Feng followed Jason and finally arrived at an ancient door.

Knock on the door.

There was finally light inside.

Soft and elegant.

From a distance, I saw an old man sitting in a rocking chair, covered with a blanket, in front of the fireplace, and even warming himself by the fire.

Chen Feng walked in slowly.

Jason just reported at the door, turned around and left.

The door slowly closed.

There was only one old man in the room.

Chen Feng was somewhat surprised.

He also didn't expect that the meeting with the people from the Wallenberg Group would be like this.

Surprisingly serene.

Did they create it deliberately, or was it just like that?

Chen Feng slowly walked behind the old man.

Finally, the old man sat up from the rocking chair and slowly looked back at Chen Feng with a gentle smile on his face: "Hello, Mr. Chen."

"Hello."

Chen Feng looked him up and down.

[Aging body] [Presbyopia] [Hemiplegia] [Hemiplegia] [Mid-term renal failure] [Leg muscle atrophy] [Advanced liver cancer] [Weaker cell activity]...

Chen Feng: "..."

To say this is a dead man is an understatement.

All sick.

And there is no gene mutation.

It can be said that he is just an ordinary old man.

Is this the core layer of the Warenberg Consortium?

Or an important person?

At this time, the old man may have noticed Chen Feng's doubts, and waved with a smile: "Mr. Chen, sit down. I believe you have the ability to know my physical condition. Yes, I am going to die."

Chen Feng remained silent.

He just turned around and sat on the expensive sofa chair beside him.

The old man continued with a smile: "My name is Pete. You can call me Old Pete. I am 95 years old and I am one of the original founders of the Wallenberg Consortium."

Chen Feng finally spoke: "Old sir, let's get straight to the point. The only reason I came here this time is to see the true face of the Wallenberg Consortium."

"hehe."

The old man chuckled: "Mr. Chen's visit this time is also what our consortium is most looking forward to. We are also very interested in Mr. Chen's secrets."

"That's fine."

Chen Feng spread his hands and said, "Let's come first. You speak first or I speak first."

"Let me do it."

Old Peter's old voice did not contain a trace of murderous intent: "Mr. Chen, I know you will think that our Wallenberg Consortium is the public enemy of mankind, evil, and the manipulator behind the scenes of the world. Isn't that right?"

"Is not it?"

Old Pete smiled and shook his head: "You are wrong, we are really not the public enemy of mankind. On the contrary, the purpose of our existence is to protect this world."

Chen Feng: "..."

The same old story.

Westerners are always accustomed to placing themselves above all mankind and considering themselves saviors.

But what they do is to fabricate lies and false prosperity to deceive the public, while secretly destroying the world's peace opportunities.

Old Pete didn't say anything about the flowers either.

Still consider yourself the guardian of the world.

At this time, Old Pete continued to explain: "We have been working quietly for so many years, but in fact we have never intervened in the operation and development of various countries."

"Although our people are spread all over the world, many of them hold high positions in various countries."

"However, people outside have never relied on the power of consortiums to influence the operation of the country."

“That’s our principle.”

"As for the members in the dark, they are all committed to breaking through the technological shackles of Blue Star, finding the meaning of life, and unlocking the secrets of human survival."

"We even made plans for space immigration a hundred years ago."

“All of this is invisible to others.”

"Mr. Chen, do you understand?"

Chen Feng looked at him silently and asked for a long time: "Why have you changed your plan now? The global gods have revived and are openly putting pressure on China?"

"For two reasons."

Old Pete held out two fingers: "The first one is because a great prophet said that the world is about to be in chaos, and the precursors of world destruction have already appeared. This can be seen from the frequent wars between the East and the West. .Right?"

Chen Feng was noncommittal: "What about the second one?"

"The second reason is you."

Old Pete looked at Chen Feng, as if very excited: "Your appearance has attracted our attention. It is because of your appearance that the era of the global revival of gods has begun. Chen Feng, you are the initiator."

"laugh!"

Chen Feng sneered.

Be the savior.

Throw the blame.

Two weird logics in the Western world.

Finally, Old Peter said those words: "Chen Feng, on behalf of the consortium, I formally invite you to join us. Only after you join the Warangburg Consortium will you know how much we have done silently behind the light."

Chen Feng blinked: "Answer me a question first."

"Okay, you say."

Old Pete nodded without hesitation.

"I really want to know, you are terminally ill and half of your foot is in the coffin. Why can't your consortium find a way to save you?"

Old Pete laughed and said, "Mr. Chen, death is not the end. Even if my body dies, believe me, I will not die."

Chen Feng: "..."

Old Pete continued to ask: "How about joining us, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Feng: "What's the benefit for me to join you?"

Old Pete smiled and said: "We have the ability to help you study the secrets in you. We can even use this ability to all mankind."

Chen Feng: "Haha. Why don't you use your secrets on all of humanity?"

Old Pete: "..."

Chen Feng curled his lips: "It's not impossible for me to join you. Two conditions. First, I want to see your true leader, not cannon fodder like you. Second, I want to see the Crystal Skull."

The displeasure on Old Pete's face flashed away, and then he smiled gently: "Mr. Chen, the crystal skull is a treasure of mankind. You will not be allowed to see it in the short term. But it's not because we are worried that you will be tempted, but because we have found a way to find a complete crystal skeleton."

Chen Feng's expression changed: "What method?"

Old Pete chuckled: "We have found a way to travel through time."

Chen Feng: "..."

Old Pete continued to smile and said: "Mr. Chen, don't question my words. We have indeed mastered the means of time travel. So, you can tell us your secrets in person, or we can send people to the past to find your secrets ourselves. ? Which one can you accept?”

Chen Feng was silent again.

A plan quietly brewed deep in my heart.