The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

With the successful conclusion of the NATO-Xiaguo joint military exercise, Phoenix has returned to its former tranquility. The streets still seem to echo with the roar of the exercise, but undercurrents are surging beneath this peaceful appearance.

The battle front in the north did not calm down with the end of the military exercise. Instead, it became increasingly tense due to the strong intervention of the British Empire's Royal Army.

The top leaders of the Western Allied Forces were intensively planning a large-scale counterattack at a strategic meeting, targeting the territories that were unfortunately lost in the previous battle.

They knew very well that the existing regular army alone could not shake the opponent's solid defense line. Therefore, a bold and controversial decision came into being: the regular army would cooperate deeply with mercenary forces as a new way to intervene in the war, which not only avoided the international legal risks of direct participation in the war, but also added considerable combat effectiveness to the coalition forces.

Athena has her own persistence and unwillingness towards the current situation.

She refused to accept the fate of failure, and was even more unwilling to watch the forces she regarded as "yellow monkeys" expand wantonly on this land, threatening the balance and stability of the entire region.

With the withdrawal of the Eagle Country Navy, she felt unprecedented pressure and challenges, but it also strengthened her determination - she must take all means to regain the lost territory and prevent the enemy from further growing.

Under her promotion, the Western Coalition Forces began intensive contacts with various mercenary organizations, promising them generous rewards and post-war benefits in exchange for their full support on the battlefield.

As long as the regular army secretly joins in, the Western coalition will be able to regain the lost territory.

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An underground palace in the West.

In this palace hidden deep underground, the air seemed to solidify into a depressing silence. Every ray of light seemed to be deliberately filtered, leaving only a dim and dark glow, barely illuminating this vast and mysterious space.

The walls of the palace are carved with intricate symbols and patterns, which interweave into pictures with profound meanings, telling the long history and unknown secrets of Freemasonry.

However, in this place that should be full of solemnity and power, there is now an indescribable sense of loss and frustration.

The huge clock in the center moved slowly, and when the hands finally intersected at the top, announcing the arrival of a critical moment, the eyes of everyone in the palace involuntarily turned to the elder standing in the center.

He was wearing a simple robe with the unique Masonic symbol embroidered on it. Time had left deep marks on his face, but his eyes still sparkled with an unyielding light.

The elder gently put down the yellowed scripture, which was a treasure that he had read countless times and drawn strength and wisdom from countless times.

However, even the most sincere prayers seemed unable to change the current situation.

"Why? How is it possible..." Whispers echoed in the palace, and disbelief was written on every member's face.

There was a mixture of reluctance and confusion in their eyes, as if they had witnessed a carefully planned chess game that was unexpectedly overturned at the last moment.

Some people clenched their fists so tightly that their nails almost dug into their palms; others lowered their heads in thought, trying to find a glimmer of hope amid the ruins of failure.

There was a flash of fatigue in the elder's eyes, a feeling of powerlessness that welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He knew very well that the Freemasons had paid too much for this plan. Whether it was the allocation of resources or the layout of information, every link had been carefully calculated to trigger a global conflict and achieve their hidden goals.

But reality is like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly shattering all fantasies.

He slowly looked around, trying to find the answer from his companions' faces, but he only saw the same confusion and unwillingness.

"Perhaps it's time to re-examine our path." The elder's voice was low and powerful, penetrating every corner of the palace.

His words were like a breeze, trying to blow away the haze in everyone's hearts. "The wheel of history has never stopped turning. Although our plan failed, our ideals will never die. The wisdom and power of Freemasonry should not be limited to the shadow of war. It is time to find a new direction and continue our mission in a brighter way."

As the elder finished speaking, the atmosphere in the palace seemed to change subtly.

Some people began to exchange glances, thinking about possible future paths; some bowed their heads in deep thought, as if searching for a new light of faith in their hearts.

But a seed called "hope" is also quietly sprouting.

"It seems that conventional means are no longer effective. We must consider carrying out the assassination again." The man in black slowly walked into the palace. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to declare a certain determination.

He stood in front of everyone, his eyes like torches, scanning everyone present, and finally fixed his gaze on the elder. His tone was full of unquestionable firmness, "As long as the leader of Phoenix City dies, everything will be back under our control."

This plan sounds simple, but it is actually full of unknowns and dangers.

Assassinating the leader of Phoenix? It's not an easy task. There have been many attempts before, but each one ended in failure.

The leader is not only extremely intelligent, but also has good martial arts skills. It is not easy to get close to him.

But because of this, he became the biggest obstacle to the Freemasonry's plan.

He successfully dismantled many of the Freemasons' actions, causing their plans to be thwarted time and time again.

He is indeed a thorn in the side of the Freemasons and must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, the elder turned around and walked towards the altar on the side with heavy steps.

He stretched out his hand and received a drop of crystal clear holy water from the altar. This drop of holy water is regarded as the supreme holy object in Freemasonry, and possesses mysterious and powerful power.

The elder held the drop of holy water high up so that everyone present could see it clearly.

"Kill him and you will be rewarded with a drop of holy water!" The elder's voice echoed in the palace with an irresistible majesty.

This drop of holy water is undoubtedly a huge temptation and reward for the members of the Freemasons.

It represents power, glory and status, and is a treasure that every Freemason dreams of.

Hearing this, everyone in the palace became excited again.

There was a gleam of greed and desire in their eyes, as if they had already seen the moment when they would kill the leader and obtain the holy water.

They began to discuss one after another, discussing how to formulate a perfect assassination plan, how to bypass the leader's heavy guards, and how to kill him with one blow.

The entire palace was once again filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

The assassination operation is about to start again!