The glory of the online version of "Resident Evil" did not seem to have been coveted by Nirvana Film and Television for a long time, and soon, the preliminary work of "Five Centimeters per Second" and "Yanjing Ghoul" was completed, and the official production began.

The whole company began to run at a high speed, and the animation department, under the leadership of Cheng Huiyou, recruited about 30 elite comic artists and animation production personnel in a row, and then, the project began to progress in full swing.

The opportunities in the online market have been exposed, and what Nirvana is doing now is to seize the pioneer when the major companies join in and share a piece of the pie.

However, a treacherous storm seems to be spreading invisibly.

Yanhai, Oriental Pearl Tower.

Jin Muyan carried a panda backpack and wore a black mask, looked up at the scorching sun, stretched out his hand, and could see the spire of the Oriental Pearl Tower through the gap between his fingers.

He glanced at the deserted surroundings, muttered a word of Japanese, and then began to walk slowly towards the Fuxing Mansion not far away.

Compared to the pedestrians who were hurrying around, his steps were very slow, slow until not far away, a little blonde girl holding a doll, and the pores on his face could be clearly seen.

The little girl had an innocent smile on her face.

At this time, there was some commotion on the street, and some pedestrians looked strangely at the old monk who had become married in a halal hall.

The old monk has eight ring scars on his smooth head, drags a wooden fish in his left hand, and holds a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand, and the two are struck together to make a crisp sound.

"Hey, where did this guy come from? Walking barefoot on a hot day? Not afraid of the sun? ”

"He speaks Thai."

"Isn't Thailand producing shemales? When will you come to China to ask for food? ”

"There are a lot of Buddhists in Thailand, but this guy must be sixty or seventy years old, it's pitiful."

The old monk seemed to ignore the words of the people around him, and his face kept showing a kind smile, and he hit the wooden fish in his left hand with the Buddha beads in his right hand, and the monotonous rhythm made people want to ignore it.

After a while, a figure walked out of the halal hall, and a young woman wearing a northwest wind hat held a bowl of somen noodles and handed it to the old monk, and then folded her hands and bent down reverently.

The old monk nodded, took out a piece of stone jade from his arms, handed it to the young woman, picked up the bowl of noodles, stood there alone, opened the chopsticks under the watchful eyes of others, and began to chew slowly.

The young woman excitedly stroked the stone jade in her hand, and the Buddha carved it on it, which was extremely exquisite.

In the crowd, several white men in shirts stood quietly, watching the scene, constantly explaining something on the intercom on their lips.

"Yes...... It's Mario Mauriva, the Buddha of Chiang Mai, Thailand, the thief who stole to the White House in '89, yes, the A-list wanted person on the FBI......"

"Whether to make an arrest ......"

"Yes, the mission will continue."

Several white people clicked on the Bluetooth walkie-talkie, looked at each other, ignored Mao Ruihua, and turned to leave.

Mao Ruihua was eating noodles, the corners of his eyes were slightly slanted, and he watched several white people disappear into the crowd, and a thoughtful look flashed on his face. He looked at the Fuxing Mansion diagonally opposite the Oriental Pearl Tower, his eyes narrowed slightly, and after hastily satisfying his stomach, he returned the dishes and chopsticks, thanked the young woman in the hotel for her devotion to the Buddha, and then left.

The young woman was stunned, clenched the stone jade in her hand, and shouted, "Master, when will you take me to the light?" ”

Mao Ruihua just didn't hear it, barefoot, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The young woman was stunned, she devoted herself to the Buddha, and although the master seemed to be unusually down, and she was from Thailand, this did not stop her devotion to the Buddha, so as soon as they met, she did everything she asked for the monk.

And the so-called enlightenment is to enter the light of the Buddha, and under the witness of the Buddha, become a lay disciple.

Obviously, Mao Ruihua couldn't understand what she said, and her shouting didn't make Mao Ruihua have the slightest nostalgia, the two seemed to be just staggering on the street, and there was no possibility of looking back after turning around.

At this moment, Mao Ruihua, the blonde girl, Jin Muyan, and several white people in shirts all walked towards the Fuxing Building at the same time, and then they each entered the Fuxing Building without eyeliner tracking and no video shooting.

There are a total of fifteen floors of Fuxing Building, and the blonde girl and several white people walked in the same elevator with natural expressions, while Mao Ruihua and Jin Muyan entered the safe passage one after the other, preparing to walk to the eleventh floor on foot to meet the people all they wanted to see.

"Mr. Doug Phil's token should not fall into the hands of the Chinese, he is not this guy or an entertainer."

……

After several people from all over the world signed in to the building, on the eleventh floor, Zhang Heng watched this scene through the monitor, silent.

Next to him, Han Xueqiao, the general manager of Citibank's Huaxia Yanhai Division, said to the three bodyguards beside him with a cold face, "Call Ah Ming and ask him to arrive within half an hour." ”

Han Xueqiao seemed to recognize something in the surveillance video, and there was shock in her eyes.

One of the bodyguards nodded, stepped aside, picked up the phone and dialed.

Ah Ming is a super bodyguard who has been trained by Citibank at a great deal of expense, even if he protects the president of a country and the royal family, he alone is more than enough.

Zhang Heng was a little surprised.

Han Xueqiao turned her head and said seriously: "Mr. Zhang, I will give you a Jianyi, you go to the safest place in this building immediately, otherwise, I am afraid that before Ah Ming comes, your personal safety will be hidden." ”

Hidden trouble? Is this still called a bank?

Zhang Heng was speechless, he had received news from Citibank that assassins from four countries would pose a threat to Zhang Heng this time, so not long ago, Han Xueqiao appeared by Zhang Heng's side.

It hasn't been more than two hours, and through the surveillance video, Zhang Heng has seen it carefully, and he has roughly estimated the strength of the other party. All of these people are combined, less than ten people, and there are nearly fifty employees left behind in Nirvana Film and Television Company.

Wheel warfare is enough for them to choke, right? What's more, there are two generals by his side, Ma Chao and Li Kui!

So Han Xueqiao's serious appearance made Zhang Heng feel a little ridiculous, but the next moment his face was weird, and the corners of his mouth began to smile bitterly.

On the monitor, a black-haired teenager began to accelerate from the second floor of the passage, almost one step at a time, occasionally borrowing force on the wall, the whole person quickly approached the eleventh floor, his body was like a ghost, his speed was a little faster than taking the elevator, it was simply inhuman!

His name is Kaneki Ken, a high school student at the University of Tokyo in Japan, and belongs to a mysterious organization called "Blue and White" in Japan. Han Xueqiao explained.

On the other monitor, the old monk was also walking, although the speed was a lot slower, but it was almost two steps a floor, revealing a monitoring machine on the eighth floor, the old monk Mao Ruihua suddenly smiled at the surveillance camera, weird.

"Arrogant!" Han Xueqiao said hatefully: "Mr. Wang, you retreat for the time being, and when Ah Ming comes, I will let him arrest these people one by one!" ”

Zhang Heng was silent, he was thinking about a question.

What are these people here for?

Zhang Heng looked at the surveillance video, rubbing his chin, revealing a contemplative expression.

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