Mysterious journey

Garen's thoughts flowed for a while, and he thought of many things.

There is no doubt that he is at this level now. He is already very familiar with the secret martial arts and himself. However, in the process of familiarizing himself with practice over and over again, and in examining himself over and over again, he seems to have discovered something hidden in the hidden world. The deeper secrets within.

'Our world is just a small part of the endless range of the dark universe. In the human electromagnetic spectrum, the perceptible visible spectrum only occupies less than 1% of it, and the remaining 99% is darkness. , and this is just the so-called scientific and technological detection here. In fact, the light waves of the universe are even more extensive. Sometimes we cannot divide the spectrum by wavelength and frequency at all. ’ Hesas whispered.

"I understand what you said." Gallon said solemnly, "The universe we can see is only less than one percent or even one thousandth of the real universe. That is only the light we can see, the part illuminated by visible light. The universe, if we can see the dark parts of other universes, can we gradually reveal the true mysteries of the universe, right?"

'The warlocks have already done part of that. They came into contact with a broader world through dreams, a more powerful civilization through secret martial arts, and saw the world beyond the visible spectrum. That kind of magnificent and unimaginable world is beyond your comprehension. All kinds of life forms, all kinds of wonderful laws and regulations. The universe is so magical, and you and I are so small. Even the entire warlock civilization is just an inconspicuous little wave in the universe, maybe not even this. Even the mother river that we think is vast and boundless may be just a belief we gain from sitting in a well and looking at the sky because our knowledge is too small. ’

Galen was deeply attracted by the temperament described by Hesas.

‘The underworld is our collective name for the most mysterious depths of the universe, the eternal depths. We can see a very small piece of the universe, and we yearn for the eternal mystery in the deepest part of the boundless darkness. We pursue and see different lights, which are the lights that carry knowledge and history. We firmly believe that there will always be a beam of light in the universe that we can see. That light records all the mysteries and history of the universe. Its wavelength is incredibly long, and its frequency is measured in tens of millions of years. No matter how strong the gravity and laws are, The impact on it is only a weak drizzle. ’ Hesas sounded like the most devout believer, telling the only truth he believed in deeply.

‘That is the eternal light. ’

Garen was silent for a moment.

Eternal light, this is information that he could not find out from the classics. The ancient Yinduo civilization worshiped the underworld, but what they were really pursuing was the eternal light that records all knowledge.

‘Legend has it that as long as you can adjust the frequency of your soul to a strange level, you can receive the influence of the eternal light to a certain extent and gain the mysterious knowledge within it. ’ Hesas said with emotion, ‘It’s a pity that no one has ever successfully contacted such a thing. We can’t verify whether there is eternal light, just like we can’t verify whether there is eternal underworld. ’

Garen listened quietly. What Hesas said was something he had never heard before. It was the core ideological essence of the ancient Yinduo civilization.

‘Forget it, what’s the use of talking about this now? ’ Hesas was a little uninterested and said, ‘Please sort it out carefully. This grimoire may have a great impact on your martial arts. ’

The voice fell silent, and this conversation seemed to evoke his nostalgia for the once glorious civilization.

Garen sat at the table for a long time, waiting for his mind to completely calm down before slowly knocking on the table.

"Come in."

The subordinate who had been waiting outside the door for a long time slowly opened the door and walked in.

This is a young blond man dressed in black, with a silver number 7 embroidered on his collar.

"Information just sent from the Compassion Room." The man put a document in his hand on Garen's table.

Picking up the information, Garen glanced at it and frowned slightly.

Above is the recorded information on the major forces involved in the sneak attack on Nighthawk.

The largest primary color group is listed, Primary Color White Phoenix, and the person in charge is Granlin, an arrogant and proud man, now 56 years old, with an impatient temper, arrogance and rudeness. I really don’t know how he became the person in charge of White Phoenix.

Next is the Viper Mercenaries, one of the top ten mercenaries in Europe. They are strong and good at silent hunting tactics. They can complete various tasks one after another with minimal movement. The name of the leader is unknown, but he is called King Snake.

Then there is the Baili Group. The boss, Kabu, and the general manager, Medis, are kind-hearted. It is said that they participated in the battle this time because they were forced to join by the Original Color Group.

White Phoenix, Viper, and Baili Group were the main participants in this incident. There were also more than a dozen scattered mercenary teams and assassin teams at the bottom of the list.

Among them, those who caused the greatest losses to Nighthawk were White Phoenix and Viper. White Phoenix's strongest Ohio silk mercenary group was the second mercenary army in Europe and had extremely powerful combat capabilities. They robbed and killed all kinds of antique artifacts that Jay searched for Gallon, and suppressed Jay and others who couldn't get away. It's still over there at the Men in Black headquarters.

"White Phoenix Ohio Silk?" Garen put down the information. The man in black, Nighthawk, was his right-hand man. White Phoenix had been stuck in the dilemma of the headquarters being destroyed. Now there should be a different person in charge, not the previous one. , they had never taken action before, and now they suddenly assigned the elite of their strongest mercenary group to take action. They must have some new intention.

The Primary Color Group is a behemoth, a super giant. They acquiesce in this operation, and it seems that they are really planning to take action against Nighthawk.

Garen organized his thoughts and knew that this battle was inevitable. He gently picked up the landline phone and dialed a number.

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Jay was wearing a black windbreaker, a hat and sunglasses, and even most of his face was hidden under the mask, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

He walked slowly along the streets of Berlin, blending in with the flow of people, as if he was just one of the many office workers with a cold, inconspicuous.

Passing around a street performer playing an accordion, he looked up at the gloomy white clouds in the sky, and suddenly the phone rang.

He took out his cell phone, glanced at the number, quickly walked to the corner of an inconspicuous bus stop, and answered the call.

"boss."

"How are you doing?" Gallon's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ohio's people are still tracking me, but I killed two of them. I need support." Jay didn't dare to let down his guard when he replied, and his eyes looked left and right from time to time. He kept his voice very low, just enough for the other party to hear.

"Listen, Ohio Silk is a member of White Phoenix. In fact, this organization is a team composed of elites drawn from within by White Phoenix. Their characteristics are very powerful high-tech equipment." Garon reminded, "All kinds of primary colors of White Phoenix The most advanced research and development weapons will be applied to them first. You have been unable to escape tracking, it is best to see if there is anything wrong with you."

He paused and said, "I will send people over to support you, but Ohio Silk has mobilized official connections. It is very likely that my people will be monitored as soon as they come over. At most, it can relieve you of some of the pressure."

"That's enough. I will go to Berlin as soon as possible." Jay has long been accustomed to this kind of life and death life, and his expression remains unchanged. As long as the boss hasn't given up on him, everything will be fine.

"Pay attention to your safety." Garen finally warned.

The phone was disconnected, Jay quickly deleted the communication record, and then pressed the forced memory refresh function. Storage tools can recover data to a certain extent. As long as the technology is sufficient, even a hard drive formatted twice can restore most of the data to you. In order to prevent the boss’s number from being leaked, his mobile phone is also specially made to be able to recover data in a short time. Repeatedly overwrite and store dozens of times within a period of time to achieve complete confidentiality.

Putting away his phone, Jay put his hands in his pockets and quickly left the stop.

Not long after, two inconspicuous men in civilian clothes quickly followed him from different angles in the crowd.

There is a spacious office on the high floor of a silver building in the distance.

Two young men were sitting in front of a weird computer, both wearing complicated black headphones, staring intently at the computer screen.

The shape of the computer is like a shell with two open shells. Directly in front is the largest display screen, and then there are two almost transparent glass screens erected on both sides of the two people. Monitoring images are constantly flashing on the translucent screen.

These pictures are divided into palm-sized areas, densely packed and neatly arranged on the screen, and they seem to have been shot from a high-altitude angle.

"The other party used an isolation suit, or something to isolate the radiation signal. Let the electronic mosquitoes fly closer." A man's voice came from behind the two of them.

"Boss, you are here." The two of them stood up and turned around in unison.

"Be careful to keep up so you don't lose it." The visitor waved his hand nonchalantly, "How long can the scent tracking be maintained?"

"About thirty-five minutes."

The visitor nodded.

"Let Heye Zhu take action. It's time for her to take action after returning from vacation."

This man has a fair face, a hooked nose, a sinister look in his eyes, a slightly raised chin, and a height of nearly 1.9 meters. He looks arrogant when he talks and looks at people.

He is Granlin, the new person in charge of White Phoenix. He was very dissatisfied with his predecessor, and he brought a lot of his own power as soon as he came to power.

"Everyone in Nighthawk has a special method of stimulating their own potential. Please note that if you can capture them alive, try to capture them alive as much as possible. According to information from the R\u0026D Department, this method of stimulating potential is likely to have a new impact on our existing technology. , maybe it can produce new results." Granlin ordered.

"Understood." The two commanders and monitors nodded immediately.

Their fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, and wireless signals were sent out continuously.

A mercenary hidden in the crowd from the outside raised his wrist to look at his watch from time to time. From time to time new tiny characters flashed across their black watches.

Granlin watched his subordinates mobilize their forces to encircle Jay, but his heart grew more and more hopeful.

Since Nighthawk became famous, the root cause of its power has attracted more and more suspicion and research from the outside world. Until not long ago, a senior man in black who defected revealed a shocking secret.

This is the key reason why the top management of Primary Color strongly supports Bai Huang in targeting Nighthawk.

When he thought about the kind of discovery that would allow ordinary people to have the opportunity to be extraordinary and powerful, Granlin felt a wave of anger in his heart.

"We must get the secret method to absorb the energy of antique cultural relics! Nighthawk is so powerful, it is likely that this secret method came into being! It has become so powerful in just a few years."

Thinking of this, his heart became even hotter.