Mysterious journey

italy cynthia district

Granlin, wearing a white suit, got off the white sports car and looked around.

Behind him is a large circular square with many black bronze sculptures in the middle. Some children and tourists are hanging out on it. From time to time, pigeons rise and fall from the square, making cooing sounds.

Granlin looked back, straightened his suit, and quickly walked to a small building on the street in front.

Bang bang bang.

He knocked directly on the door.

With a click, the door opened from the inside.

"Come in quickly." A middle-aged woman opened the door and said to him. She had dark skin and looked very simple.

"Excuse me." Granlin nodded, strode in, handed the car keys to the woman, and the woman went out and drove the sports car to the garage.

The whole small building is gray and black, with mottled walls. It looks a bit old. It’s almost like an ordinary citizen’s building.

Granlin went upstairs in a few steps. The door to the second floor was open. He stood at the door and looked in. In the living room, an old man with white hair was carefully pruning the flower pots and plants that filled the living room.

The old man was wearing long gray clothes and trousers, and his hair was somewhat long, tied up and combed into a ponytail hanging down the back of his head.

"How are things going lately? Come in and sit down." The old man heard the footsteps and asked without looking back. The hands are still carefully building potted plants.

Granlin stood at the door, bowing his head slightly as a salute.

"Father, something very bad happened, and I suffered a great loss." Speaking of this, his face didn't look very good.

The old man nodded and looked back at him.

"I also heard that your base has been compromised. It seems that you have provoked a powerful opponent. How do you plan to solve it?"

Granlin had already prepared a draft.

"I'm afraid He Yezhu can't do it alone. I want you to send another person to cooperate."

The old man frowned.

"It's a bit troublesome. I'm not the only old man in the group. You have to understand."

"Of course I understand." Granlin nodded, "But even if you are not in charge, Mr. Taitan will definitely give you face."

"Face is what I paid for with my life." The old man interrupted him. "Now that Emperor Lesha has intervened, this is no longer a simple problem and trouble for Nighthawk."

Granlin stopped talking. He was silent, just lowering his head, waiting for his father's decision.

Time passed by, and neither of them spoke anymore, only the constant clicking sound of building potted plants.

After a long time, the old man sighed.

"That man is looking for the Twelve Masks, the Face of Sleeplessness. You may be able to start from this aspect. There are also some technologies he has mastered that may be very helpful to the group's super-soldier plan. Relying on this, we may be able to convince the higher-ups." The old man said lowly. sound prompt. He looked back at Granlin, "I only have a son like you, don't let me down."

"Yes, father." Granlin nodded deeply.

When he heard the old man's words, he knew that these reasons were actually false. The real key was that the old man agreed to let go. This meant that he would give him support from the top of the group. This was the most important thing.

After walking out of the small building, Granlin took a deep breath and finally felt relaxed all over his body.

The destruction of the base is nothing, it's just some money. If the money is gone, you can earn it again, but if something goes wrong with the branch he controls alone, it will be really fatal.

When he reaches this position, he no longer values ​​things like money, but more of the position and authority in it.

Nighthawk is just a stumbling block on his growth path. If he can't get over this, let alone the series of troubles he will encounter in the future.

But even though he was comforting himself in this way, Granlin still felt his heart bleed when he thought that hundreds of billions of funds had been completely destroyed. Most of Bai Huang's funds are in this. If his father were not a high-level veteran, I am afraid that he would have to be impeached and step down this time.

There was also the loss of the team in Grando, which made him feel heartache even more. These were actually direct troops that he could mobilize, but now, they were all lost in one fell swoop.

"Nighthawk Galleon!!" He repeated the name through gritted teeth in his heart.

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Berlin, Germany

In an ordinary black building.

Garen gently rubbed the grimoire notebook in his hand and looked at the several Nighthawk executives standing in the room with a calm expression.

Bald is here, Hera is here, Angel is here, and a few unfamiliar but equally high-ranking senior officials are here. These people are the real core of the entire Nighthawk. They were also the first batch of Nighthawk elites trained and taught by Garen himself.

"There are six people left."

With the bright light of the day, Garen stared at the six people in front of him with sharp eyes.

"I taught a total of twelve people at the beginning, but now there are only six people standing in front of me."

He sat on a smooth black wooden chair, his eyes sweeping over the six people over and over again.

"Two people were lost in previous operations, but a lotus leaf bead attacked and killed four of you in just three days??"

"It was my command error." The bald man stood up and lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"The battle with the original color is over for the time being. Someone will come to take over soon. You guys go down and recuperate. I will train myself after a while." Garen waved his hands and was too lazy to say more.

"Take over?" Bald Caton and his wife Hera exchanged looks, and both of them saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"He Ye Zhu will also have someone dedicated to deal with it. Don't worry. You can go down now." Jia Long didn't bother to explain. If he didn't know that the bald head and others were not to blame, with his temper, everyone in this group of people would have a good time. Eat the fruit.

Although the bald man and others were puzzled, they still exited the room honestly.

After everyone left, Garen sat alone in the room. The fight with the original color had spread to the family. He decided to settle the matter as soon as possible to avoid harm to his family.

After he returned from the White Phoenix Base, he handed over the non-core content of the Bi-Phase Waterbird Fist to Rhodes, who would pass it on to the upper management. In exchange, the Leshadi Group actually sent out the core guard, the God of War Team.

The name is indeed vulgar and popular, but the strength is indeed a very terrifying team. As a team sent out to take over the battle between Primary Color and Nighthawk, the Ares Team has extremely terrifying skills and various talents. Almost all of the members are top talents second only to the special mercenaries. The team is directly led by a special mercenary who has fought against He Yezhu, nicknamed Dragon Turtle. Such a team is very rare even in the original color.

"I'll leave all the affairs of Lotus Leaf Pearl to you." Garen seemed to be talking to himself.

"Don't worry. Since the group has given us the task, we will be fully responsible for it." Behind a vase on the side of the room, a thin man figure slowly emerged. His weird body twisted and twisted, and all the bones in his body were broken. There was a quick clicking sound, and the whole person quickly grew from a height of less than 1.2 meters to 1.5 meters, 1.6 meters, 1.7 meters, and finally reached 1.8 meters!

This man was wearing white stretch fabric clothes, with a bald head, no hair, fair skin, and clearly visible blue veins on the surface of his limbs.

Just now, Bald Katon and others were in the room for so long, but they didn't even notice the existence of this person. This kind of hiding method was simply terrifying.

Jia Long looked at this man carefully. He was the Dragon Turtle, and he seemed to have something in his body that mobilized Qi and blood. It seems that this world is not completely incompetent in martial arts.

"The main thing I can't find is Lotus Leaf Pearl. Her hiding methods are really good, but this aspect is not what I'm good at." Garen told the truth. His force was terrifying, but the other party didn't show up at all and hid. It's hard to find in the huge crowd.

"He Yezhu, I have fought against him before, when he was still a man." Dragon Turtle licked his lips, "He is indeed very powerful, but Emperor Leshad is not something He Yezhu can resist. Don't worry. "

Garen nodded.

The other party is the Lysardi Group, a team sent to help, to completely take over the feud between Nighthawk and Original Color. But having said that, we must also be on guard against such a large group breaking its promises. If both parties join forces to divide the resources in his hands, that is also a possibility.

"As long as I can find her, I will handle the rest myself."

Vaguely, a cruel aura emanated from him, and the dragon turtle's eyes shrank slightly.

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The Lysard Group, a secret branch

Luxurious and luxurious hall-like office interior

Golden ceiling, silver floor, surrounded by bustling and complex relief silver patterns. Huge and complicated crystal chandeliers hang throughout the hall, forming a regular hexagon.

Under the shining white light.

Rhodes and another blond man sat facing each other on both sides of the long table under the chandelier.

Other than that, there was no one else in the huge office.

"Tell me, what are your intentions for privately using the dragon turtle assignment authority I gave you?" The blond man put down his knife and fork gracefully, wiped his mouth with the napkin on the side, and looked up at the man opposite who was also eating. Rod.

"Have you read the information I sent you? Brother." Rhodes said seriously, and also put down the tableware.

"I saw it, but your solution puzzles me a lot." The blond man nodded. He has beautiful facial features and a cold and elegant temperament, but what's more special is that he exudes a beast-like danger. breath. He is one of the few terrifying characters in the Lessardi Group who rose to power solely on his own strength.

"Nighthawk and Original Color are not at the same level at all. You don't need me to analyze the pros and cons of which one to choose, right? It's not a better choice to stabilize the Nighthawk King and then join forces with Original Color to encircle him. It's not a better choice to separate him. It will help deepen our friendship with primary colors.”