Mysterious journey

"Well said." Dam chuckled, "What a poor thing. Let's go and create some opportunities for her. It would be better if we could lure out Hosiman alone."

"As expected of Marshal Dam! Your subordinates admire your strategy!" The man with glasses said respectfully.

"The original color came recently to represent me and I want to contact the family. It just so happens that I have nothing to do recently. Please come with me." Dam nodded.

"Thank you, Marshal!" The man with glasses suddenly beamed with joy, without any concealment.

A group of people also got into a white motorcade, which was almost indistinguishable from the snow. The motorcade slowly drove onto the road and left in the distance.

At the gate of the gymnasium, Gallon clasped his hands behind his back and quietly looked at the leaving motorcade, with a smile involuntarily appearing on his face.

"Teacher" Lalan walked up behind him, with a trace of worry on her face.

During these years of teaching, they have noticed that under the appearance of Garen, he is far older than his peers. After sparing no effort to teach them, the five of them unconsciously changed their titles to honorifics, and uniformly called Garen " teacher.

"Don't worry." Garen raised his hand to stop what she wanted to ask.

"This is their fate. I can't stop it, and they can't stop it themselves."

"Fate? We are just ordinary students, how could such a thing exist?" Lalan looked at Garon's back and suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really understood this teacher he respected.

"Ordinary?" Garen chuckled softly, "Do you really think they are ordinary?"

Lalan opened his mouth to argue, but he lowered his head dejectedly.

She herself is still stuck in the second level of white realm, unable to break through the third level, but those two people have reached the pinnacle of the Biphasic Water Bird Fist, the fourth level of illusion!

This gap is like the distance between heaven and earth. They can easily kill the three of them with just one finger.

Quentin and Jamie also failed to break through the second level. Although their bodies have been strengthened to a certain extent due to practicing secret skills, they are far less exaggerated than Hoseman and Dam.

"Teacher" Quentin stood up and looked at Garen attentively. "What is your purpose?"

The five of them all have a copy of Garen's information. It is an extremely detailed and common information, but the strange thing is that compared with the him in front of them now, that information seems so unreal.

Are there really people in this world who are born with knowledge?

"Purpose?" Garen turned around and looked at the three of them one by one. "You are all my disciples, but different soils will produce flowers of different colors and fruits with different flavors. This is not my purpose. I am just a inheritor and an observer. Everything is fate. "

"Fate?"

"Hehehe" Garen didn't say any more. He just slowly walked out of the training hall and disappeared into the heavy snow in a short while.

Quentin and the other three watched him leave from behind, but none of them said another word.

They had a hunch that the conflict between Hossiman and Dam would become more and more intense.

The power of the two has exceeded their imagination, unlike Garen's inscrutable, mysterious and difficult to approach.

Hossiman is the kind of naked violent, crushing! Anyone who disobeys will die! He even began to be less submissive to Garen.

Dam is even more submissive and gentle on the surface, but whenever I see him, I feel a chill in my back.

a long time

"I asked Hossiman the day before yesterday." Jamie said in a low voice, leaning against the wall. "I asked him, what happened between him and Dam?"

"How did he answer?" Lalan looked at Jamie, and Quentin on the other side also moved his gaze.

"He asked me to ask the teacher."

"Is it really all the teacher's fault?!" Lalan clenched her fists.

"But Hosiman said that he has no regrets. It was the teacher who made them stronger and stronger, and even more likely to reach a higher level in the future." Jamie exhaled and turned into a white mist that was blown away by the wind.

"Yes. They are getting stronger and stronger." Quentin nodded, with a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes. They all practiced with Galen together. How come they can surpass them so much, but she is still We can only stay put! ?

"When I was in contact with Hosiman, he said something that I didn't understand very much." Jamie continued.

"What words?"

"He said that this world is far more complicated than you think."

"What does he know and what has he experienced?"

"Who knows?" Jamie's eyes were a little depressed, "He has become very strange to me."

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"The seeds have sprouted." Garen was gently watering the potted plants in his room.

The white kettle spilled out thin strands of water, drenched on the fat green branches and leaves, and dripped down the branches and leaves.

It is no longer important that Hossiman and Dam have an increasingly disrespectful attitude toward him. What is important is that the fight between them has reached a point where even the brightest side cannot suppress it.

Those who obeyed Hosiman's rule prospered, and those who resisted perished. In the area under his rule, even government officials had to submit. He used the huge power of his family and his own tough methods to oppress and rule all the forces in his area. .

Damm, on the other hand, uses Noddington as the boundary, rules another corresponding area, and uses his family's power as a huge network. Like a giant snake in the shadows of the deep sea, stealthy and deadly.

"They have already felt that I planted the initial clue to this fight." Garen smiled, "But so what? The fusion of the clues is not false, it is real and tangible. Power. They know it better than anyone."

He felt that he might be able to fade out of this circle, and Hossiman and Dam no longer needed his manipulation.

Didi didi

Crisp text message sound.

Garen glanced at the bright golden sunlight coming in from the side balcony, walked into the bedroom, and picked up the white mobile phone on the bedside.

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South Africa

Bang!

An exquisite oriental blue and white porcelain vase was severely smashed, and the fragments flew everywhere and scattered all over the floor.

call! call! call.

One eye of the bald man was wrapped with white gauze, and his face was extremely twisted and ferocious.

"Trash!! A bunch of trash!!" he roared. In the ward, the doctors and nurses were so frightened at the door that they did not dare to enter.

In the white ward, several men and women in black had indifferent or distorted expressions. The atmosphere in the whole room was gloomy, and everyone was faintly exuding a chill.

"That's a trap," whispered a young woman.

"Yeah. That's a trap." The bald head nodded, bang! !

He kicked over the iron support in front of him.

"The man in black Leiber!!" He growled, "That humble, disgusting trash! He actually killed me and the most elite regiment of the African Eagle until there were only four people left!!"

With two soft bangs, the doctors and nurses outside the ward were knocked unconscious and dragged away to prevent them from leaking information they should not know.

There was silence in the ward.

"That bug I can crush to death with one hand! How dare he! How dare he!" The bald head recalled the scenes not long ago, feeling uncontrollable anger in his heart.

"Boss, I think the most important thing right now is not this. Leiber has too many tricks. We were trapped in the ruins by him just because of our carelessness. As long as we are in a normal environment, it is not difficult to deal with him." A short-haired man with a beard The man said in a low voice.

"No" the bald head took a deep breath, "it is no longer a matter of revenge or not. It's too late. It's too late. The mission has failed. The lucky stone clock has been sold to the Vincent organization by Leiber. Our mission has failed. Already."

He paused, "I just sent a message to the boss."

Hiss.

In an instant, the expressions of everyone in the room changed. Everyone's face turned slightly pale, and they completely lost the calmness and calmness they had before.

"You're crazy! We didn't fail! No! We still have a chance! We can still get the lucky stone clock back!" The young woman shouted hysterically.

"No, no, no," the bald man shook his head, "This matter is beyond our scope. If we don't conceal such losses, the boss will kill me."

"Damn it!" Beard punched the wall.

When he thought of his boss's mysterious and terrifying punishment methods, he couldn't help but feel numb all over.

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Garen picked up the phone and just glanced at the text message, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Failed? Nighthawk lost four people?"

He put down the phone, and a scarlet glow seemed to shine in his eyes.

Call Bald's number directly.

The call was connected almost immediately.

"Boss" is no longer called leader. The bald man only calls boss like this when he is very formal.

"I'll come here myself."

Just saying this, Garen put down his phone and turned it off.

Originally, he didn't attach much importance to the Lucky Stone Bell in terms of his current progress. After all, the amount of potential points was too small. He just had a dispensable attitude and it was better than nothing, so he let Nighthawk take action. .

Unexpectedly, Nighthawk actually missed? We even lost manpower. Elite, the manpower he trained personally!

"It's been a long time since I killed someone." He narrowed his eyes slightly.

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The information was transmitted from Baldhead's side and directly to Gallon's mobile phone.

He had a preliminary understanding of the information in South Africa.

The key figures are two people.

Leiber, the boss of the Men in Black organization, and Cohen, the archaeologist.

Cohen, an explorer and archaeologist who was hunted down by a black organization that resold antiques because of the hidden address of a lucky stone clock, had a series of entanglements and grudges with the black organization.

And the powerful opponent, the pursuer Leiber, was buried alive by the collapse earthquake caused by Cohen in the ruins cemetery, but he did not die because of his hatred of Cohen and his greed for the secret of a huge treasure hidden in the lucky stone clock. , he began to hunt down Cohen. Cohen's sister and cousin all died in Leiber's hands. Leiber was also hit hard several times by Cohen's traps, and his hatred increased again and again. Leiber's goal gradually changed from getting the lucky stone clock to killing Cohen completely.

In order to completely deal with Leiber, Cohen decided to muddy the waters and released the news and secrets of the lucky stone clock, which immediately attracted dragons from all walks of life and fights among heroes.

It was at this time that the Nighthawk Mercenary Group stepped in.

Baldhead relied on his incomparable strength and large number of manpower to issue a pursuit order for both Cohen and Leiber. The intention is to directly deal with the two of them together.

As a result, many other teams that intervened were eliminated, but during a trap in the ruins, they were blocked by Leiber's plan, and he teamed up with all other participating forces to give Nighthawk a heavy blow.