"This sword ......," Galahad stopped talking, apparently not knowing if the men around him were willing to share this information.

"This sword is the key to everything, the beginning of everything, and the end of everything. Fenglong looked up at the glass jar in front of him. Through the green translucent protective liquid, the long sword without a blade floated in the center of the protective liquid, and was closely cared for.

"What is this?" said Galahad, looking at the strange sword.

"The imperial weapon, the unfinished imperial weapon, no, when it is completed, it will not be the imperial weapon, it is the existence that transcends the creation of the imperial weapon and the human emperor, the pinnacle work of Fuxi. The dragon looked at the short blade.

"Is it necessary to use such a weapon just to kill a god?" asked Galahad.

"Of course not, the imperial weapon is enough to suppress and kill the gods, as simple as cutting off the head of a chicken or duck with a kitchen knife. Such a masterpiece is certainly not intended to kill the gods. It is for a great goal and a plan. Fenglong's eyes were misty, and even he couldn't help but fall for the weapon.

"It is already the pinnacle of the imperial weapon in its unfinished state, but it still lacks a sharp blade, we need to forge its blade, these gods who have been resurrected one after another are the best materials, their godhead, divine power, and even the will of the gods, together with the belief of the ancients in the gods, will become the food of this long sword, it is our only chance. "The dragon stretched out his palm and pressed it against the glass jar, this is the deepest part of Prometheus' fire, only the most precious magic technology is qualified to be hidden deep here, under the strictest protection of the pilgrims.

"If we can kill the god with it, then can it kill the dragon of Zhongshan!?" Galahad looked at the shining blade, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"I don't know, sir, you know, we don't know if we're really alive, for what didn't happen, none of us know what was written in the script, we can only go down with one mind, go to the dark, finish this road, and only at the end will we have life, right?" Fenglong sneered.

"Was that your personality like that before?" said Galahad, who was surprised that the dragon would not smile like that.

"Who knows? Each of us will have different personalities because of the different course of our lives. I am the Fenglong who is closest to the Human Emperor, and my personality and mental state are also closest to His Majesty the Human Emperor, so my current personality is infinitely close to him at the beginning. Fenglong shrugged his shoulders, "The problem is that my spirit will be infinitely close to him, but I can't become a human emperor. There can only be one human emperor at the same time, and the juxtaposition of two emperors will cause irreparable mistakes. ”

"We're just people who are paying for our mistakes. Galahad turned back, leaving the dragon standing in front of the glass jar.

"It's different! I'm not paying for my mistakes! I'm paying for the mistakes of my ancestors, I'm paying for the ancient calamity. For all this, I lost everything I had, I lost everything I cherished, even myself. The dragon looked at the long sword in the glass jar, and his voice suppressed something strange.

"I can't be an emperor, I can't be a god, I'm a person, I want to love, I want to hate, to see everything I want to see. But none of this is quite possible. My future is sealed, and my future has been fixed. I'm the tool, the tool that does everything. You still have dreams and goals, and I've lost everything. Where Fenglong's hand was touched, the green protective liquid began to boil, and his voice trembled. "I can't defend myself, I don't have a voice. ”

"Condolences change. Galahad didn't say anything superfluous.

"Of course, the tool can only complain, but it still has to go towards the goal. Fenglong let go of his palm, and his face had calmed down.

"Is that the same thing that the Prophet thinks of you, so you would take such a move to hinder the implementation of the plan?" Gallahad asked again, now that the identity of the Prophet has been confirmed, could there be other dragons who have betrayed?

"No, the Blade will never betray, so instead of seeing this prophet as a betrayal Dragon, you should look at him in a different light, he may not be the Dragon, he may not be someone we know? Who knows? We are tools, but if we betray our original intentions, then we will not be tools. Fenglong denied this claim.

"Anything is fine, I will not let anyone interfere with the implementation of our plan, no one can. Galahad nodded slightly, he had already obtained his answer.

"Of course, we will not fail, because if we fail, the world will be destroyed. The dragon nodded, walked past Galahad, and walked out of the secret treasure room first.

"The next time you use it is when you kill that dragon. Let it cool down first. The dragon nodded.

Green was holding the jar in his hand, it should be said that it was not a jar, but a cauldron of Irenier. Lifting the lid would affect the flavor of the dish, so Tonio simply picked up the entire cauldron in the car, and the students had already driven a pickup truck from the pilgrim's office, and the cauldron was fixed in the back of the car.

"Hahaha, it's such a big pot, everyone has a good mouth today. Carter held the steering wheel in his hand and kept looking in the rearview mirror.

"Damn rat, keep me steady, if I spill the contents of the pot, I'll kill you here today!" the co-pilot, Silbey, waved his fist and watched the unreliable fellow.

"Understand, big sister, I've never had an accident driving!" Carter is confident in his skills, and he has learned to drive since a long time ago.

"If you have an accident today, you will have an accident yourself, I don't think I need to warn you, understand?" Silbert warned again.

"Hahaha, sit down!" the wheelhouse was filled with the excited laughter of young people, and Green smiled wryly in the back seat, this was really the strongest horse he had ever ridden.

The pickup truck stopped outside the office, and some operators gathered over, and when they saw that it was Green, they all breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Excellency Green, are you here?"

"Yes, please come over and help me out, this pot is hot and heavy, and it will take a few people to help me move it gently. Green held the cauldron and smiled at the Pilgrim Operators.

"What's in there?" the operators looked at the black cauldron in confusion, with its lid tightly gagged.

"It's supper! Everyone hasn't eaten yet, and it's been hard to prepare for the battle lately, so a certain chef, our Lord Tonio, has prepared dinner for everyone. Green smiled and pointed to the cauldron.

"Why are you all gathered together?" Natasha walked out of the small building, frowning and looking at the pickup truck in the middle of the compound.

The operators immediately explained what was happening briefly and concisely.

After Natasha understood, she looked at the cauldron, and then at Green: "Since that's the case, the task has been completed, then I won't say anything, except for the personnel who need to stand guard, others remember to eat on time, and the standing guard personnel take turns to eat, and I don't restrict the others, there are no task assignment personnel, you can move freely, go to the supermarket and buy some beer or something." ”

Natasha's open-mindedness and understanding made the Operators cheer as they finally relented from their fighting form.

"If you do it all the time, the operators will be lax and lazy. Listening to the cheers, Natasha wanted to laugh, but she still said to Green with a straight face, and although there was a complaint in her words, she was not really angry.

"Pilgrims never suppress the nature of the operators, do they? they are all people who have completed their tasks on the battlefield and followed orders, and I don't think the pilgrims will find them slack. Green smiled. He lifted the cauldron, it was still a little difficult to lift the cauldron through the strengthened flesh, the water in it was more than a cubic meter, that is, more than a ton, and he had to have someone to help him lift the cauldron by the side.

"Slow down, slow down!" Green reminded constantly, but it was redundant, the people here were the elite of the hunting department, and their power control could hold up a butterfly with a blade. The cauldron is placed on a trailer and someone will carry the cauldron into the kitchen to heat it.

"So, is this a celebration?" Natasha smiled as she crossed her hands.

"Sort of, we won a great victory, severely damaged the Oath, and eliminated a target that was almost the main god, this should be counted as our victory, doesn't Miss Natasha think so?" Green jumped out of the car and gave Carter a thumbs up, "Okay! Thank you Lord Carter for the delivery, you can go back to pick up your classmates!"

Carter gave a thumbs up in the cab: "Got it, boss!" At this time, Sylbe quickly opened the car door and jumped out of the car, and then said to Carter: "Hurry up the mouse, don't let everyone miss the meal!"

"When have I ever been unreliable?" asked Carter, unconvinced.

"When did you say you were reliable?" said Silbey, blowing his beard and glaring at him.

The pickup truck gradually moved away with a start-up sound, and Silbert took Natasha's hand and asked, "Has Xiao Mo arrived!?

"He's still unconscious, but his condition has stabilized, and we're waiting for the power in his body to drain before we can treat him with potions and formulas, otherwise everything we're doing is useless. However, his life was not in danger. Natasha took Silbe's hand, "Xiao Mo is taking care of him inside, he is already safe, I ...... The pilgrims won't let him die. ”

"That's good, Senior Moyang is really, it's not easy to get yourself injured all over the day. "Can I go and see him?"

"Of course you can, as long as you don't bother him, there's no problem, this man is not so fragile that no one can see him. Natasha nodded.

Silbert was led by Natasha to the ward to see Lin Moyang, followed by Green.

Walking to the door of the ward, they happened to meet Moira with a basin of water.

"Senpai?" Moira asked, surprised.

Green took the basin of water from Moira's hand, and Green smiled and asked, "Miss Moira, is he awake?"

"Your Excellency Green, Suoyang...... Your Excellency, he has not woken up yet, and he is still feverish. Moira saluted respectfully and said carefully.

"Fever?" Green, holding the basin of water, carefully opened the door and entered the room.

Liliel and Ushaha glanced back at the people who had entered, and Liliel made a silent boo gesture impatiently.

"How's it going? How could he have a fever?" Green put down the basin, and Moira immediately began to wipe Lin Moyang's forehead.

"There are two forces in his body that are fighting, but he has the upper hand and it is only a matter of time before the fever goes away, but I am a little worried that his brain can't handle such a high body temperature. Liliel raised her palm, there were burn marks in the center of her palm, which was slowly healing: "My strength is the same as his, I originally wanted to inject my power into his body to help him, but the two forces in his body are stronger than mine, and my strength burned my palm after it was exhausted." ”

Liliel wanted to use Qi to help Lin Moyang offset the power that Leviathan left in his body, but this was just a drop in the bucket, her qi quality and capacity were not as good as Lin Moyang, she had a deep understanding of the power remaining in Lin Moyang's body, and she was also very puzzled, if the divine power left over from just one attack was so powerful, then how strong should this monster Leviathan that caused the attack be?

"I'll always help him take the pressure out of him, he'll wake up soon, you don't have to worry. Liliel said that she would wait for her qi to recover and help Lin Moyang fight against the remaining divine power in his body again.

"Don't be in a hurry, go down and get something to eat?" Mr. Tonio has made you dinner. Green said laughter could be faintly heard downstairs as the operators were preparing dinner. It's not enough to have a pot of Buddha jumping over the wall, you also need to have other dishes and drinks.

"Go ahead, I'll keep watch over him, and I'll inform you after he wakes up, you continue the follow-up treatment, his body is full of holes, and he won't be able to last long without treatment. Lilil, who has never been resistant to food, turned down the invitation to dine this time.

"Miss Lilil, go ahead, I'll guard Your Excellency. You don't know how long you've been on the spot, so take a break. Moira turned back and persuaded.

"Well, you can go to dinner first, and then come up and take my place. Liliel shook her head, but she compromised.

Moira hesitated, and Natasha added, "You just came here to eat something to replenish your strength, I don't want to wait for two people lying here." ”

Hearing this, Moira nodded, "Okay then. ”

"Then let's go down first, and don't disturb Suoyang's rest. Miss Ushaha, come along. Green nodded, and at the same time invited Ushaha.

Ushaha looked at Lilil's eyes, and Liliel also nodded: "You just go and replenish your strength." ”

Ushaha also stood up.

They all turned and walked out of the room. There were only two people left in the ward, Liliel and Lin Moyang. Liliel reached out and grabbed Lin Moyang's palm and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. The girl began to cry quietly.

Downstairs, the operators gathered around this huge pot, and their faces were full of eager expressions: "I've heard of this Lord Tonio, he is the champion of several wizarding chef competitions, but he seems to have some rules for cooking, not everyone can eat his dishes, I really don't know what is in the pot, I'm really looking forward to it~"

"It's a privilege to eat the food in this pot, and we're like warriors in Norse mythology?" quipped.

As soon as the group of agents got out of their work, their curiosity and the speed of their chats were simply dumbfounded by the young people of the student union, and this chirping did not look like the elite of pilgrims. Love Book House

"Wait, get the big bowl of soup ready. Silbert said with a smile, holding a huge soup spoon in her hand.

Tonio says you have to be careful when opening the lid. Carter repeated.

"Why? Is this dish dangerous?" asked the pilgrim clerks, puzzled.

"There is a description of this dish in China, which is called the altar of meat incense floating around the neighborhood, and the Buddha abandons Zen and jumps over the wall. If the druids next door smell it, they will definitely come over to eat, and we will have less to eat. Carter laughs and says he has a lot of faith in his friend and in this famous Chinese dish. ”

"Is it so exaggerated? I haven't seen this dish in a Chinese restaurant, eh......" the pilgrims were skeptical.

"Then open the lid~" Carter winked at Silbe.

They uttered a few incantations, and the lid had been sealed around the pot by a simple spell so that it could be sealed tightly enough. After the spell was lifted, Carter grabbed the handle of the lid and gently lifted it upwards.

A stream of white steam diffused from the pot, and the unique fragrance instantly filled the entire small building. This flavor is mixed with the unique flavors of seafood, and several different styles of meat flavors are intertwined to create a mouth-watering magic.

"Good ...... Hurry up and get a bowl, I can't help it!" the pilgrim operators hurriedly urged.

Silbert laughed and began to put the Buddha in the pot into the soup bowl, at this time, even outside the office was in an uproar.

"Damn! These druids are canine today, and the dog's nose is so smart?" Carter looked towards the gate of the small courtyard, and immediately urinated, a group of druids in cloaks were walking through the barricade blocking the road, walking towards the hall, with an embarrassed smile on their faces, and the subtext of this smile was: "I'm sorry, I'm here to eat!"

However, they could not leave empty-handed, so the pilgrims had to add two more tables to the hall, and the office was immediately lively.

When he opened his eyes, Zhao Qianchen once again realized that he was deep in a dream.

The vision returned to the eerie alley, like a VR game repeated 10,000 times, and he could see the cobwebs on the dilapidated streetlamp when he looked up. If the memory in your mind is correct, there are no spiders on it. With this in mind, the young man, who was full of fear in his heart, raised his head.

Sure enough, the spider's web was perfectly web-like, showing an independent and clear vein, which was supposed to be a hunting web, but without the entrenchment of spiders.

Zhao Qianchen's heart was pounding in his chest, and he wanted to escape from this alley more than once, like an actor running away from a show. But finally, when he closed his eyes, the curtain finally opened before his eyes, and he returned to the entrance of the alley, newly decorated and white.

Instead of his own pajamas, he was wearing a beach T-shirt with Mickey's big head. He bought very few souvenirs during this trip, he didn't have a lot of money, this dress came from a beach pavilion, when the owner of the pavilion sold him this dress, Zhao Qianchen once suspected that this dress was actually not copyrighted, because one of Mickey's two ears was missing a petal, but it seemed to be a linkage with a villain in a domestic classic.

Now this dress is on Zhao Qianchen's body, with his violent heartbeat, his chest is constantly rising and falling, and he can smell the smell of inferior cotton. The smell is as real as the cold that now penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Zhao Qianchen wanted to escape, but he had tried countless times a few nights ago, and he couldn't escape. In this profound drama, he is not a director, and it is difficult to even call him an actor, the silk threads cling to his limbs, taking him to constantly relive familiar scenes, and the invisible hand behind him, like fate, pushes him little by little towards the depths of the alley.

In the depths of the alley, the actors were ready, and it was several blurred black shadows, standing in the dim light. They only had the shape of a human being, and they couldn't even see their faces clearly, but when their eyes stayed, the faces of these black shadows changed rapidly, revealing Zhao Qianchen's familiar face in a few breaths.

"Please, spare me, spare me!" the man's voice pleaded, through the narrow alleyway, so sad, so lamenting, so desperate.

A good actor can make his role deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, such lines are like a routine, Zhao Qianchen has heard it several times in his dreams, but every time the echo of the voice hits his soul, fear climbs up from the abyss, and gradually entangles Lin Moyang's brain, he wants to scream, wants to cry, but he can't make a sound. His stiff limbs were tied with strings, and he was the most clumsy puppet on the stage, but he still had his own script to perform.

Because that day was like that, no, the air was full of damp smell that day. It was like a burst of lightning across the sky, and the memory in his mind woke up, this was not just a dream, but a real event, but Zhao Qianchen's mind only had a scaly claw on this event. It was such a small scene, a fragment of Zhao Qianchen's memory was awakened, that day should not be so quiet, under the black curtain, there was a thunderous rain.

The memory was inspired, the script began to be revised, and the stage scene changed instantly, as if he knew the memory in Lin Moyang's mind, the torrential rain was pouring down, but the broken street lamp in the dark alley suddenly turned on.

Following the surging rain curtain, Zhao Qianchen saw everything clearly. The world has been submerged, but the dutiful actors in the center of the stage are still performing, and three standing figures are dressed in silver-gray uniforms, pistols in their hands. They are more like ghosts in mourning clothes, coming to mourn a poor person.

The man was still pleading, his voice was gentle and miserable, but the three people in front of him were only separated by the rain curtain, but it was like a whole world apart. The three of them did not speak, no one took pity, no one moved, the rain ran down their cheeks, converging in a line at the chins, and it was the eyes of the three men that were even colder than this torrential rain.

Wolves are not moved by the cry of their prey, and neither are they.

A heavy gunshot followed. Zhao Qianchen's mind suddenly flashed such a clip, he hadn't read the script, but obviously he had an expectation of what would happen next, this was not the same as the previous dream, every dream was changing, and the actors in the dream were plump and outstanding every time. At first they were just four dark shadows, but now they have facial features that are still vivid even in the rainstorm.

The drama was advancing rapidly, and in the midst of the rain, a gunshot came as promised, Zhao Qianchen's heart sank, and a feeling that it was difficult to be strict surged into his heart. He always looks at the dream from the perspective of a bystander, but in the dream, there is clearly his place. Will there be someone who plays the role of "audience" in a play? He didn't know, but the memories were churning in his mind, and the grandeur of the show coincided with something fragmented in his mind.

Zhao Qianchen remembered.

This time the scene became clear, everything began to become rigorous, this was not a show at all, this was his memory, he was not an actor, he was not a director, he was just an audience looking back at the videotape.

The appearance became clear, every character was vivid and vivid, and the rain became lighter, because the rain had just fallen that day, Zhao Qianchen wanted to avoid this torrential rain, and when he crossed the path back to the hotel, he saw this scene.

The three fierce gods, who seemed to be underworld members, held guns to the poor man kneeling on the ground, showed no mercy to his pleas for mercy, and finally pulled the trigger. The gunshots rang out in the sky, but except for Zhao Qianchen, there was no one else in the alley, and there were no police or security guards who heard the gunshots nearby. In the end, in this wet alley, only three killers standing in the rain and a dazed Zhao Qianchen remained.

Zhao Qianchen stood back in his original position at this moment, and the three killers were already looking at him.

Fear, deep fear struck, Zhao Qianchen finally knew where the fear that would capture him every time the dream appeared, he turned around, wanted to escape, at least he couldn't be killed by these three people! Ran to a crowded place! The dream and the memory completely coincided, Zhao Qianchen turned around and dragged two soft noodle-like legs to escape. This was exactly the same as his memory, but at this moment, Zhao Qianchen suddenly felt a chill. Something was close to him behind him, and he made a move that was completely opposite to what he remembered.

He remembered running away and then losing consciousness, but now he had overcome his fear and turned around. It was a pair of eyes, a pair of gray-blue eyes, which did not belong to his memory, because in his memory, he did not look back on that day!

But now, there was a pair of eyes in front of him, obviously these eyes didn't expect Zhao Qianchen to turn around and expose his existence. Fear is finally at its peak.

"Ahh He looked around in horror, but fortunately, it was still his humble and cheap room. Moonlight poured into the room through the open windows, shining on the wooden floor. His clothes were all wet with sweat, Zhao Qianchen was terrified, the effect of adrenaline was still in his body, and his palms were trembling.

He remembered it all, he had witnessed a homicide and was unconscious as he fled. But when he woke up again, as he is now, lying in his hotel bed, and he can't remember anything. There were some strange fragments of his memory, intertwined with the fragments of memories he had just remembered in his dream.

Thirsty, Zhao Qianchen suddenly felt thirsty, since he was still alive, it proved that the last group of killers gave up extinguishing the mouth, but how did he return to the hotel? Zhao Qianchen thought about it, he got out of bed, touched the water dispenser by the bright moonlight, and took out a paper cup from the cabinet under the water dispenser. The water was poured into the paper cup, and Zhao Qianchen tried to calm down his surging emotions and nerves, trying to sort out his memories, wanting to know what happened at that time. He was the only one in the room, and he had come to the Hawaiian beach on his own vacation with the money he had saved from his part-time job.

The facilities of this inn are rudimentary, but it is better to have a window to see the sea, and for someone like Zhao Qianchen, who grew up inland, the bright moon rising over the horizon of the sea is a spectacle in itself.

Mineral water flowed down his throat, and his head, which was hot with fear and excitement, gradually calmed down. By the moonlight, Zhao Qianchen wore pajamas and walked to the windowsill. There is a small chair over there, which Zhao Qianchen moved over, and he likes to sit here before going to bed and enjoy the sea view at night.

As soon as he sat down on the chair, Zhao Qianchen began to sort out his memories. After sorting out all his memories, he realized to his horror that he had two memories of what he had seen that day. One was a memory he had just recalled in a dream of witnessing the scene of the shooting. On the other side, it was normal, but he went back to the hotel through the alley to avoid the rain, and because he was a little uncomfortable in the rain, he went to bed early.

The second memory was the "normal memory" in his mind these days, but when he recalled the first memory, the second memory turned into pieces like a bubble that had been punctured, and the first memory replaced the second memory, squeezing the second memory into the depths of his mind and throwing it aside like garbage.

"What's going on?" Zhao Qianchen covered his head, he didn't know what happened to him, and he didn't know which of the two memories was real. At this moment, a cold sea breeze blew into the room with a salty smell. Zhao Qianchen shuddered, and he suddenly remembered a terrible thing.

His sleep has not been very good, and the moonlight is very strong these days at night, every time before he sleeps, he will close the window and close the curtains in case the moonlight disturbs his sleep, this habit he remembers very well, without this he will not be able to sleep.

So, who opened the window? And who opened the curtains?

Zhao Qianchen jumped to the floor violently, as far away from the windowsill as possible, and the adrenaline that had just receded suddenly secreted again, making his heart beat wildly. His gaze quickly surveyed every part of the small room, and in the moonlight everything was clearly visible, and there was no one hiding here. Zhao Qianchen only felt that he was about to have a nervous breakdown, did he forget to close the window, or did someone really open the window and open the curtains?

Zhao Qianchen looked back, the door lock was well closed, and if the other party invaded from the main entrance, he would inevitably pass through the lobby. If it's from the window? impossible, this is the fourth floor, and there is not even a platform outside the window!

"Get out of here!" Just when Zhao Qianchen wondered if he was insane, an unfamiliar voice actually sounded in his mind.

"What?" Zhao Qianchen didn't understand what was going on, and asked subconsciously.

"Get out of here! they're looking for you!" The voice sounded again, and Zhao Qianchen heard it clearly this time. Clearly, the voice sounded in his head, and it felt like people were talking to him from all directions, but it was unlikely, unless the person speaking had his whole mouth and then separated himself into countless pieces and hid himself in this room.

"Go, unlock the door, run to the beach!" the instructions were still being given, and the voices were getting more and more urgent. Zhao Qianchen felt that he must be schizophrenic, otherwise how could he hallucinate?

Zhao Qianchen hesitated, should he immediately stop the trip and return to China to check his mental state.

"Damn, can't you listen to someone's advice! Hurry up! Otherwise, it'll be too late! Those silver-clothed people are coming for you!" The voice became more and more hysterical, as if Zhao Qianchen would do some damage to him if he didn't leave.

This sentence shattered Zhao Qianchen's defense, he was very afraid, what he was most afraid of was the group of silver-clothed people, whether they were underworld or not, as a witness, he would definitely be killed by them. The memory has been restored, and he was indeed the first eyewitness to the murder!

No longer hesitated, Zhao Qianchen opened the door, he didn't even change his clothes, didn't put on shoes, and rushed downstairs barefoot. It was late at night and early in the morning, but such a young solo traveler was running wildly in the hotel.

After Zhao Qianchen left, his room was empty, and the door was still swaying from side to side, and he didn't have time to calm down.

At that moment, a sturdy figure tumbled into the room through the open window. He stood in the middle of the room, looking at the room that was no longer empty, his silver-gray uniform looking particularly solemn in the moonlight, his face obscured by a high collar, revealing only a pair of gray-blue eyes. He reached out and pressed it to his ear, a small headset was activated, and when he opened his mouth, it was actually a girl's voice.

"He's regained his memory, and he's alert, No. 3, can you see him outside?" The voice was as cold as an iceberg in Antarctica, and just listening to this voice, it was not difficult to imagine what a serious and indifferent face was behind the collar.

"I can see him from this position, he's moving towards the sea, is he intercepting?" the mature man's voice sounded in the headset, mixed with the sound of chewing.

"Keep an eye on him and let No. 4 and No. 5 follow. Be careful not to startle the snake. The woman stood in Zhao Qianchen's room, but this did not prevent her from giving orders, judging from her calm expression and calm tone, she was even a veteran in command.

"Captain, this is just an ordinary person, we have checked all his background information, and there is no problem with him. Number 3's voice hesitated, and according to the procedure, they should not have any contact with the young man after confirming that they had tampered with the young man's memory. Their goal was achieved 7 days ago. However, the captain insisted on letting them stay and observe, and it was true that there was something different about this young man, and they could find nothing strange through the information.

When the woman heard this, her brows furrowed slightly, and when she spoke again, her tone was already cold to freezing: "Huaxia people, we don't know his memory clearly. These two points are enough for us to pay attention to him. Execute the order, I don't want to say it a second time. You are on a mission with me for the first time, and I give you a word of advice, if you can't fully follow orders during the mission, get me out of the Pilgrims, I don't need someone like you in my department. ”

This reprimand made No. 3's brows jump, he didn't dare to contradict the captain, the observation of the past few days did make the target young man seem very abnormal. He shouldn't have questioned this one's judgment.

"Remember, don't go head-to-head with him. I have a very bad premonition, his characteristics are too typical, No. 4 and No. 5 will follow him well, and wait for me to be there to deal with it personally!" She glanced at the open windowsill, and if Zhao Qianchen stuck her head out of the window at that time, she could see the female captain hanging under the window. The window frame had a two-finger-wide protrusion, and the captain of the woman leaned between her arms and hung from the edge of the window.

She walked to the windowsill, where she could see the figure running wildly on the seashore, dressed only in his pajamas.

"Hopefully my hunch isn't true, enough trouble. She narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance, muttering to herself. She pulled down her collar and revealed a stunning face, her facial features delicately like a work of art carved by a god, and it was really her eyebrows filled with indifference and seriousness, which made this beautiful face look suffocating, and the gods carved her eyebrows, but the material used was cold to the heart.

She had a hunch that the night was going to be complicated and long. She looked up, waist-length blonde hair reflecting silver light in the moonlight.

In the distance, on the beach, men were still running wildly, and in the shadows that only the female minister could see, several figures were following. Now things are getting more and more troublesome, not only supernatural events, but also dark wizards, one by one, one by one, all hinting at one thing, the world will become more and more dangerous, but I don't know if the more elite operators, can they solve this problem......