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The sun is shining on the last rays of hope, the light on the earth is gradually dimming, and night is slowly falling.

Africa's hot weather is beginning to change, and even a cool breeze can appear unusually cool at night on the dry land due to the blazing sun.

The small garden in front of the villa is full of flowers.

An old man with a thin figure who seemed to be unable to even open his eyes was lying on his back, holding a kettle to water the African flowers in front of him.

There is a rocking chair not far from the old man, and on the rocking chair, the old-fashioned tape recorder that can almost be called an antique is playing the classic Peking Opera repertoire "Dingjun Mountain".

A tall and sturdy middle-aged man with a sense of strength standing not far from the old man, his face was eager, in the process of the old man watering the flowers, he wanted to speak several times, but in the end he did not disturb the old man's interest, and as time went by, his eager face gradually converged, his eyes stared directly at the old man's kettle, a clear stream of water slowly flowed along the mouth of the pot, and the middle-aged man's eyes had gradually become dull.

"What do you eat at night?"

I don't know how long it took, the old man watered the small garden in front of him over and over again, finally put down the kettle, and asked lightly.

"Your favorite braised pork and braised eggplant. ”

The middle-aged man bent down slightly, his tone respectful, and he waved his hand towards the study as he spoke.

A few black maids in their twenties, who looked well-behaved, immediately brought out the food and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard.

The two dishes that the middle-aged man said are really two dishes, and there is a big pot of laver egg drop soup, in addition, the most jaw-dropping thing is the pot of rice, at least two catties, not to mention an old man, even an adult strong man, and he can't eat this massive amount of food.

The old man hummed, handed the kettle to the middle-aged man casually, slowly walked to the stone table, sat down on the stone pier, and filled himself a large bowl of rice.

The old man looked to be at least eighty or ninety years old, drooping and weak, most of his body was buried in the ground, and the old man seemed to be completely closed at any moment, but the speed of his eating was stunning.

That's simply not the speed at which gobbling up can be described.

The two large bowls of rice were wiped out like a whirlwind, and the two plates of braised pork and braised eggplant in front of him were also half down, and the old man filled himself another big bowl of rice, picked up the soup spoon and drank a few mouthfuls of soup, and finally slowed down the speed of eating.

He raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man who had reappeared in front of him with a bitter expression, and his tone was calm and not a little wavering, and he said softly: "What's the matter? ”

"Master, we just received the news, about half a month ago, the emperor and the god of war King Lin Xuanyuan had left the United States and returned to the imperial headquarters. ”

The middle-aged man looked respectful, but his tone was full of helplessness.

Although this is the capital of a small country in Africa located in a remote area, there is a shortage of soldiers, and a coup d'état has just passed, but it took half a month to receive news from the United States, which is enough to show that their intelligence system is seriously lagging behind.

This is the difference between a super-big force and a small power.

In the modern society where news can be spread all over the world in an instant, the intelligence network of the superpower is constructed, from the headquarters to the intelligence officer at the bottom, and the exaggerated one is separated by dozens and hundreds of levels, and each message is passed upwards layer by layer, if the message has enough value, it must go through dozens or hundreds of layers of transmission before it can reach the intelligence headquarters, but in the super power, ordinary information will basically be sent out within a few hours, and the intelligence that needs to be transmitted by password and code language usually does not exceed twelve to twenty-four hours。

Compared to their 'intelligence organization' that only received the news after half a month, this is completely the speed of two eras.

But this is already the limit of what a middle-aged man can do, his master has been hiding from the world for many years, and all his ambitions seem to have been curtailed, and the intelligence agency he commanded the middle-aged man did not require how fast and sharp it was, as long as he could grasp the latest developments in the dark world, even if the time was slower and the news was lagging behind.

And most importantly, middle-aged men have limited resources in their hands.

The most scarce thing is money.

Their wealth is already inconceivably rich in the eyes of ordinary people, but even if they press all their net worth, it is impossible for them to establish an elite intelligence organization all over the world, infiltrate all fields, ambush enough chess pieces, and each country must have its own supporting figures, so that they can transmit news and verify the authenticity of the news in all directions, and establish a perfect information transmission system and reverse osmosis system, all of which require a huge amount of wealth and a lot of time.

This is completely beyond the reach of a middle-aged man.

Now that he can establish this intelligence agency to this scale, his ability is good enough.

"They're back?"

The old man's palm holding the meat paused slightly, then he picked up a large piece of braised pork again and put it in his mouth, ate a large mouthful of rice, slowly narrowed his eyes and said, "How long has Qing Huan been away?"

"Twenty-seven days. ”

The middle-aged man's facial muscles twitched, and his tone was a little difficult and dry.

"What's the news of her?"

The old man asked.

"In the dark world, the earthquake level has replaced the status of the X-level master, and there are only seven people in the list of the earthquake level, the emperor is the first, the god of war King Lin Xuanyuan is the second, the third is the head of the Holy Knights of the Vatican Holy See, the fourth is Lin Xuanyuan's other identity Lin Xiaocao, the sixth is the Indian Seal Bodhisattva, and the last one is a mysterious person who has newly joined the American secret service, codenamed Red Robe, among the seven earthquake-level supremes, the young master ranks fifth. ”

The middle-aged man showed the news he had collected as completely as possible: "But we have lost contact with the young master now, and as of today, it is the eighteenth day. The news that the young master is a world-shaking level is said to have first come out of Japan, because one of her battle videos was recognized, and now the video has been secretly sealed by the Japanese government. ”

"Eighteen days ago, Lin Xiaocao, the super agent of the Shenzhou Empire, that is, Lin Xuanyuan, the god of war, killed Kungunir in Japan, I estimate that that night, the young master was very likely to encounter him and had a battle, and the sealed video should be the picture of the young master fighting with Lin Xuanyuan. ”

"Subsequently, we lost contact with the young master, and the God of War King Lin Xuanyuan went to the United States and returned to the imperial headquarters four days later. ”

"Now it's not just us, all those who know the value of the young master are looking for her trace, but the young master is missing, I suspect, the young master, the young master her"

In the middle-aged man's narration, after the old man finished eating the third bowl of rice and filled himself with another bowl, he said lightly: "Do you suspect that Qing Huan was killed by Lin Xuanyuan?"

The middle-aged man's body shook, and cold sweat quickly flowed out of his forehead.

This is the outcome he fears the most.

No one knows how much the old man in front of him takes a fancy to Xuanyuan Qinghuan, and no one knows how terrifying the old man is, but if something happens to Xuanyuan Qinghuan, the old man will undoubtedly take action.

Face the royal family.

It's a terrifying result that keeps anyone awake.

The old man may be able to hold on, but these people will undoubtedly admit cannon fodder.

"Lin Xuanyuan won't kill her, and he won't dare to kill her. ”

The old man ate silently, and after a while, he slowly threw out a sentence.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't dare to say more.

He is not the old man's personal disciple, at most he is just a registered disciple, and now he has established a simple intelligence network for the old man, controlled two mercenary groups and assassination teams, and occasionally sent out a few missions for this small African country, and that's it.

Even if his ordinary X-level skills are placed in the existence of a world-shaking supreme today, he can be regarded as a master, but in front of the old man, he is as humble as an ant, and he has followed the old man for decades, and he has never been exposed to too many secrets.

He only vaguely knew that his master and the God of War King who was far away in the northern royal family seemed to have the same mysterious sect.

That's all he knows.

Will Lin Xuanyuan, the god of war, not kill the young master Xuanyuan Qinghuan because he is out of the same door?

There are already tens of thousands of characters in his hands, and the middle-aged man doesn't believe that the other party has such ridiculous kindness.

And what the master said was that he would not dare to kill.

If Lin Xuanyuan knew the horror of the old man, he might have concerns, but the old man has been away from the world for many years, and Lin Xuanyuan has only debuted for less than four years, how can he know this?

And even if he knew, he believed that the other party would not be soft when necessary.

His own master is indeed terrifying.

But the northern royal family has always stood an emperor who is recognized as invincible in the world!

"Don't worry, Qing Huan will be fine, at least he won't die, the worst, it's just for Lin Xuanyuan to control it, she has a thing in her hand that Lin Xuanyuan dreams of, it is a matter of whether he can continue to live, before he gets that thing, Qing Huan is safe. ”

The middle-aged man bowed slightly, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said no more.

The old man silently chewed the rice and ate the vegetables, until he ate all the two catties of rice and two dishes on the table, and drank a large pot of seaweed soup, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, and said slowly: "You help me book a ticket to Kyushu City, I should also move, even if Qinghuan is not in danger, but being imprisoned, it is uncomfortable, I will pick her up." ”

He took out an African cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, looked at the middle-aged man with a drastic expression, and said lightly: "You are optimistic about your home." ”

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