Maybe the big guys are there. Calculate the time, it should be more than 11 o'clock in the evening in Russia now, maybe the leaders have rested, and only the younger brothers are still busy.

Lin Nan stopped in front of the door and gently pushed it with his hand. It turned out that there was no lock, but it was just hidden. He frowned again as the door opened a crack, smelling the thick smell of blood.

When the scene in front of him came into view, Lin Nan was stunned - there were three corpses lying in the office, their eyes wide in fear, as if they had seen something extremely frightening before they died.

Lin Nan squatted down with a solemn expression and gently stroked the corpse.

It looked like ice from the North Pole, and the fatal wound to all of them was a shallow knife cut on the neck. It was clear that the wound was small, but there was blood everywhere on the floor of the office, and it seemed that the murderer was squeezing a water bag to squeeze out the blood from the corpse's whole body from the small wound.

"It's too ruthless. Lin Nan sighed, but he thought to himself, who did it?

came to the door before him, and those little brothers outside didn't even notice that their boss was dead.

He saw a small note on the table, and Lin Nan picked it up and glanced at it.

The handwriting is sloppy, with the illusion of a sword and sword, and in the lower right corner of the note is a signature that reads 'Aino Pulwolf Rolmann'.

Lin Nan raised his eyebrows, and the silver shadow suddenly appeared in his mind. "Is that her?"

But the relationship between the drug lord and Jiang Zhixing is a family affair of the Chinese people, why should that woman do it? Could it be that she is warm-hearted? Lin Nan shook his head and dispelled this idea, how could an ice cube be a warm-hearted person.

His gaze moved up, and the handwriting there was in English, and Lin Nan read it out slowly: "Friendship from the Soviets will last forever." ”

Destroying the note casually, Lin Nan looked at the corpses all over the ground with some confusion. The USSR is dead, they are Russian Federalist states, and they are not at all the same thing as the USSR.

"Forget it, the mission is complete anyway, and I'm about to leave. Lin Nan sighed lightly and silently left the nightclub in the night.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, a large number of police cars honked their horns behind him, densely surrounding the nightclub building.

After that, Lin Nan contacted the Chinese Embassy, and after revealing the identity of the 'internal major general', the other party happily moved a helicopter to send him back to China.

Taking off again, looking at Sadakuk, which gradually turned into a small patch of white, through the porthole, Lin Nan was in a somewhat complicated mood.

In the end, he still didn't bring the little witch back to China. Glancing at the ring, his fists clenched, the top priority was to go to Bodhi Mountain!

…

Ten hours later.

The island nation north of China, Japan.

Some unknown country with a lake there.

There was a small wooden boat on the shore, and the old man wearing a hat carried a small burden, and some of it was sneaky. His face was blurry and hard to see, except for a pair of eyes that glittered with a sinister look.

The old man got into a small boat and paddled into the middle of the lake. This lake is not big, and at the speed of the old man, it stands to reason that it will not take ten minutes to reach the opposite side.

Not to mention ten minutes, an hour passed, and the old man and the boat were still floating on the lake. Unconsciously, there was a heavy fog around me, and the visibility was less than two meters, and it was difficult to return the same way in this weather, and even the sun could not be seen, and there was no reference.

At this time, the lake is also as wide as the sea, and there is no end to the sight.

In such bad weather, experienced old fishermen will choose to wait where they are, whether it is a day or two, to save as much effort as possible, and wait for the fog to clear before moving forward.

If you were a normal person, you would look sad, or at least scold, 'This damn weather'. But the old man's expression was very calm, as if he didn't like to see through the red dust, and as if he had expected it.

He carefully opened the small bag he was carrying, and there were more than a dozen bottles and jars, transparent, containing a viscous red liquid, possibly blood.

The old man poured the blood into the lake water in turn, and then there was some kind of chemical reaction, and the fog became thicker and thicker, and they surged and gradually condensed.

When only one bottle of those blood jars was poured, the old man's face was not very good-looking.

As if, some deviations were calculated, and he had to pin his hopes on the last blood can.

The blood jar was different from the others, the blood in it was not bright red, but mixed with some blue gray, constantly bubbling and bubbling, like a pool of magma, very weird.

The old man took a deep breath and opened the last blood jar, and he knelt in the boat in the posture of a loyal believer, holding the blood jar in both hands, and sprinkled the liquid inside into the lake.

Sneering –

The great lake seemed to have turned into boiling water, and the water and mist were churning wildly, which made the old man's face very happy. The last blood jar has more effect than all the previous ones combined!

"Hehehe... Worthy of my dear daughter. The old man smiled with satisfaction, and when he looked up at the change in the fog in the sky, he revealed the hideous scar near his neck.

The blood sprinkled on the surface of the lake also seemed to be given life, and it was divided into countless tiny snakes, and like a paintbrush, they painted a strange circle on the surface of the lake.

The old man looked nervous, and he pricked up his ears vigorously and heard a vibrating.

Under the ecstatic gaze of the old man, the fog not far away began to melt, and on the surface of the lake, a huge reflection of the building appeared.

A large red torii gate, tied with a thick hemp rope and a bell, and behind that door, a pair of majestic golden vertical eyes could be faintly seen!

Just by its gaze, the old man trembled, and couldn't help but throw his five bodies to the ground and worship on the ground.

Rumble!

A vibration that was imperceptible to the ears was more like a direct resounding in the depths of the soul, and this invisible wave centered on the surface of the lake and reverberated in all directions until it covered the whole of Japan.

This kind of vibration is difficult to perceive with instruments, even the divine consciousness of a powerful monk is difficult to detect, and the old man has done experiments more than once, and in order to detect it, he must 'see' it with the naked eye.

A hysterical laugh appeared on his face, and the laughter echoed across the lake for a long time.

The old man suppressed his ecstasy, and he whispered, "It's coming, it's coming...."

…

At the same time, Yanjing, Huaguo, in a certain mansion.

The sky was still bright, Chairman Liu stroked his forehead a little tiredly, and came to the State Council surrounded by several generals.

There was an old man and a young man waiting for him.

"Chairman. ”

The two of them bowed in unison, their faces very serious.

This made Chairman Liu's heart chuckle. He thought that only the 'little one' would appear, but he didn't expect the 'old one' to come!

To be honest, Chairman Liu was very reluctant to face that person, not because he was afraid, but because every time the old man appeared, it would bring a lot of trouble.

"Old Zhuang, what's going on again?" Chairman Liu asked in a deep voice.

The man he called Zhuang Lao, who was over the age of six, was a thin old man who looked weak, and he walked with a limp, all supported by the young man next to him.