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

Somewhere in the West.

In this underground palace hidden deep in the heart of the West and forgotten by time, the light is dim and mottled, as if every ray of light carries the dust and secrets of history.

Huge stone pillars hang down from the dome, supporting this ancient building. Their surfaces are carved with intricate totems and hieroglyphs, telling stories of past glory and conspiracy.

There is an indescribable sense of oppression in the air, mixed with the smell of damp earth and lingering incense, which makes people involuntarily slow down their breathing, for fear of disturbing the ancient souls sleeping here.

Above the round table, the candlelight flickered, casting a hazy golden glow on everything around it.

The elders sat around him, their faces hidden in the shadows, revealing only their deep eyes, flashing with their own thoughts and calculations.

In the center of the round table, standing there was a Western elder holding a cane. His figure looked particularly tall and old, his beard was gray, and his eyes were filled with both anger and unwillingness, as if he was experiencing a silent storm.

"How is this possible!" He roared in a low voice. Although his voice was soft, it echoed in the quiet palace with a force that could not be ignored. "Phoenix City, the legendary organization, was able to destroy our intelligence network so easily! Is the glory of our Freemasonry really going to end in this era?"

His heart felt like it was burning in flames, with every cell in his body speaking of unwillingness and anger.

As an important figure in Freemasonry, he was well aware of the importance of the leader who had been assassinated many times to the entire plan.

It is not just a matter of life and death for one person, but is also the key to the future direction of the entire organization.

"He must die!" The elder's inner monologue sounded like thunder, and every word was filled with determination and cruelty. "His existence is like a sword hanging over our heads, which may cut off all our carefully arranged plans at any time. We cannot let him continue to live, otherwise, all our efforts over hundreds of years will come to nothing."

His hands holding the cane trembled slightly, not only because of anger, but also because of inner fear and anxiety.

With the changes of the times, the challenges faced by Freemasonry are becoming increasingly severe, and the existence of that leader makes everything more difficult than ever before.

"We must find a new method, a more secretive and deadly method." The elder swore secretly in his heart, "Perhaps it is time to activate those long-forgotten secret techniques. No matter what the cost, we must ensure his death."

As this thought arose, the atmosphere in the palace seemed to become more solemn.

The shadows around him seemed to come alive, quietly moving towards him, as if even these ancient buildings were listening to his voice and ready to offer their strength for his wishes.

The elder slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let his emotions gradually calm down.

He knew that every next step would be crucial and would not allow for any mistakes.

As a wise man and leader of Freemasonry, he must lead this ancient organization out of difficulties and regain its glory.

In this mysterious and ancient underground palace, a contest between life, death and power quietly begins.

But I just couldn't calm down. How could I calm down? One person could affect the plans of an organization.

The elder's anger was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, and it finally erupted completely at this moment.

His chest heaved violently and his eyes widened, as if he could spit out flames and burn all obstacles that hindered his plans.

"We Freemasons have been the behind-the-scenes manipulators since ancient times, controlling the direction of the world. How can we be obstructed by a mere Phoenix City and an unknown person?!"

His voice echoed in the palace, carrying unquestionable majesty and endless anger. "Our intelligence network has been carefully constructed over hundreds of years, and countless ancestors' efforts and wisdom are condensed in it. It was destroyed so easily. This is simply an insult to us and a trampling on the glory of Freemasonry!"

He swung his cane violently and smashed it heavily on the round table, making a deafening sound that made the candlelight around it flicker, as if even the space was shaking.

This blow was not only an outlet for the desktop, but also a direct release of his inner anger.

"I want everyone to know the consequences of challenging the Freemasons!" The elder's voice became cold and resolute. "That leader must die, and his death must be silent, so that the world will never know who did it. Only in this way can we maintain the dignity of our Freemasons and let the world continue to tremble in our shadow!"

His face was distorted with anger and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, like an enraged lion, ready to launch a fatal attack on the enemy.

At this moment, he was no longer the gentle and strategic elder, but a warrior driven by anger, vowing to clear all obstacles.

“Gather all available forces, whether they are assassins in the shadows or pawns lurking in the light, I want them to go all out and complete this mission at all costs!” The elder’s order was as chilling as ice, making people shudder. “I want to let that leader know that challenging the Freemasons is the stupidest decision he has ever made in his life!”

As his orders were issued, the entire underground palace seemed to shake.

In the shadows all around, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes watching in secret, waiting for the coming storm.

==

In a hidden and high-tech corner of the Maple Leaf Country, a modern scientific research building stands quietly, with bright lights inside, echoing the sparse stars in the night sky.

Xia Yuhe had just finished several hours of intense work in the laboratory.

She was wearing a snow-white lab coat and a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses on her chest. Her eyes behind the lenses sparkled with wisdom and determination, as if they could see into the deepest secrets of the microscopic world.

The air in the laboratory is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant and a subtle enthusiasm for scientific research.

Xia Yuhe stood in front of a high-performance computer. The screen was densely packed with complex genetic sequence data. These data were like a maze, testing her wisdom and patience.

After countless comparisons and analyses, a disturbing discovery gradually surfaced - the stability of the genetic weapons being secretly developed by a mysterious organization was far from expectations, and there was a great risk of getting out of control.

Once this genetic weapon is released, the consequences will be far beyond anyone's imagination.

Weapons that were originally intended to target specific groups of people may, due to their design flaws, very likely evolve into a global disaster, indiscriminately infecting and threatening every living thing.