In the midst of deep meditation, I realized that the strangest thing about the stone wall is that you can only understand its mysteries if you are there. At the same time, after entering it, there are only two outcomes, being trapped or escaping, and the possibility of the former is about zero. If I hadn't happened to have a short gun in my pocket before, I was afraid that I wouldn't have been able to break through the predicament.

If Jian Rong enters the stone wall, I must find a way to rescue her as soon as possible, otherwise, she will remain in the temple like all imprisoned people.

History is like a surging river, on the one hand, people can come out in large numbers, on the other hand, the waves are sweeping away heroes, countless big people have withdrawn, and no one pays attention to them.

Jian Pengfei is dead, the yellow flower will collapse, and now only I care about Jian Rong, and I am the only one who can save her.

In the darkness, I seemed to see half of the footprints on the ancient stage again.

At the time, I regretted her unprovoked disappearance, and now, I am in the same emotional predicament.

"It is impossible for the temple to be demolished, otherwise, it would not have existed for that long in the land of the northern power. What is it? Why did the Demon Hunters use it as a transit point? Where did the missing helicopter go with the electric falcon...... "There are so many problems to be solved, my mind is full, and suddenly I jump up.

"What am I doing here? Shouldn't we stand up and solve the problem? At the moment, apart from me, who else can maneuver between the Yellow Flower Society and the northern powers, resolve all contradictions, resolve all disputes, and rescue all the missing? "A skylight opened in my heart, and the light of wisdom shone in and pierced the dark cloud in my heart with a sword.

When I opened the door, the hallway in front of me was filled with men and women in different costumes, holding a phone in one hand and tapping on a keyboard in the other.

"Mr. Long, please wait a moment, I'll explain the situation." Miyankov got up from the swivel chair by the door, a stiff smile on his tired face.

At the far end of the hallway, at least a dozen or more cameras were working, and Miyankov and I had already taken in them.

I understand that the people sitting on the floor are journalists, belonging to different media outlets.

"Hey, people are out, people are out...... someone shouted, and all the people who were sitting jumped up and gathered around me.

"Tell them that I don't give any interviews." I calmly told Miyankov.

At this time, any words will be misinterpreted, making journalists make a big fuss and become a sharp arrow to attack the government and attack Miyankov.

For his sake, I can't say a word, let alone speak into the microphone of any media.

"Thank you, thank you, I understand." Miyankov perked up and thanked me again and again.

He made a gesture, and four tall bodyguards quickly stepped over and wrapped me up from the front, back, left, right, and right, blocking the reporters three steps away.

Not to be outdone, the reporters reached through the gaps of the bodyguards, holding wireless microphones with various media logos, almost poking me in the body.

"Sir, hey, sir, what kind of demons and monsters are hidden in the temple? Please give me my opinion, I am the chief reporter of the National Television Reveal Channel column...... Your words are important to us, sir, don't be silent, this country is in the ......hands of a dictator because so many people are silent," came a woman's high-pitched voice.

I looked out of the bodyguard's arm and it was an Asian woman with red hair and eyebrows and bright red lips.

She was very strong, and even under the push of the bodyguard, she still struggled forward, hung on the bodyguard's arm, and stretched the microphone hard at me.

Soon, the bodyguards broke through the encirclement and led me into another house.

The surroundings were quiet, I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to go into the temple again, I just wanted to see Miyankov as soon as possible and talk to him in detail.

I need his help, and in this case he can decide a lot of things.

Miyankov walked in, escorted by two other bodyguards, his face full of anger.

"Check it out to see which channel leaked the news. Notify the customs to prohibit any foreign media-related personnel from entering within 48 hours. The internal affairs forces were notified to block all major roads in the area around the Caucasus Mountains, and in the form of a military ban, 200 kilometers around the Cheka town were designated as a temporary military exclusion zone. He ordered loudly, his nostrils spewing white mist from the rage.

Journalists are known as the "uncrowned kings" and have the supreme power conferred on the ground by United Nations law. The big northern countries call themselves "free press democracies", and superficial articles that treat the media well and open up interviews are still necessary.

Therefore, the influx of a large number of journalists caught Miyankov off guard.

The thin secretary who followed him repeatedly agreed, looking very frightened.

From the performance of the secretary, I have a new judgment about the personal character of Miyankov. Anyone who is low-key and silent must have a grumpy, wild side to see if there is a chance to have a seizure.

Of course, the evil side will only be shown in front of absolutely credible subordinates, and it belongs to their own privacy.

The more panicked the secretary became, the more serious the "evil" side of Miyankov was.

"Go, go, go." Miyankov waved his hand three times in succession, each time almost hitting the secretary's face.

I think that if it weren't for the presence of outsiders, the secretary would have become the target of anger and would have been slapped three times.

"Let's all go out, all of you go out." Miyankov glanced at me and waved again.

The secretary and bodyguard withdrew with their heads down, then cautiously closed the door silently.

Miyankov walked to the window, pressed his hands on the back of a chair, and stood silently with a sigh of anger.

I couldn't see his face, only silhouette.

His chest and lower abdomen rose and fell rapidly, like an angry giant bullfrog, and the white gas in his nostrils was still coming out.

"If it's not convenient, I'll go out first, and then come back later?" I stood up.

With such a big thing happening, it seems that Miyankov will have a hard time controlling his emotions and will not be able to cope with the existing predicament.

"Mr. Long, where did he go? Where did he go? You can't say that he was kidnapped by his own people, kidnapped into the vast sea of ice, kidnapped into the middle of the Arctic Circle...... Nor can I declare to the media that this country is a machine bigger than the Caucasus Mountains and cannot lose control for a single day. Mr. Long, tell me, what should I do now? Do you want to blow up this mountain, this temple, or simply pull out all the reporters outside and shoot them? Miyankov's anger exploded instantly.

I shook my head slowly: "A crisis is also an opportunity, Your Excellency is a politician, and I don't need to teach this." ”

Furious, he stepped forward and poked the tip of his index finger in my face.

I watched him silently, waiting for a storm to come.

"You...... You...... You ......" he said three words in succession, his fingers slowly retracting.

"If the anger is gone, tell me the results of tracking that plane." I say.

"No result, no result." Miyankov shook his head.

"At least one last coordinate, right?" I asked.

"The Arctic Circle, the North Pole." Miyankov replied.

"It's a sea of ice, and the plane sank into the sea?" I asked.

By calling up the data captured by the communications satellites, it is possible to see exactly what happened to the plane.

"The plane suddenly disintegrated at the North Pole and melted into the air, and in the end there was not even a bit of engine residue left." He replied.

"Is it to dissolve and not to sink?" I was taken aback.

In this way, the electric falcon has no chance of survival.

If the big northern countries knew about this news, those factions that were pro-Electric Falcon would definitely change their course and turn into pro-Miyankov, causing a major earthquake in the domestic political arena.

"That's right, that's right." Miyankov nodded.

"If that's the case, there's no way around it." I said, "Congratulations, congratulations." ”

Miyankov did not buy my joke and shook his head viciously: "The world thinks that I covet the throne of the head of the country, and that something happens to him, and then I can replace him as a matter of course." However, I don't think that way at all, because I come from the same city, the same neighborhood, the same school, and I join the army and politics together. When he ran for president, I was his good brother and good partner, and I always did my best to defend him and help him. I always thought that only he could control the fate of the great northern powers and have the courage to stand up to the incomparably powerful United States. Every year on his birthday, I sincerely wish him good health and all the best......"

He was immersed in the moving memories, and he couldn't extricate himself for a while.

"I've got it all, let's face it." I say.

The reality is that with the disappearance of the electric falcon, Miyankov must assume the responsibility of the head of state of a great power and continue the political and economic work in the country.

"But how is this possible? How could an airplane and four big living people suddenly disappear? Even if there is a crash, there will always be traces of oil on the sea. Satellite observations said that in less than a second, just the blink of an eye, the plane disappeared between the blue sky and the sea of ice, without a trace, as if it had been suddenly swallowed by an invisible monster. If something like this happens at the North Pole, then our country is too dangerous. Miyankov continued.

"Show me the reports." I say.

Miyankov hesitated slightly, took a step back, clenched his hands into fists, and his eyes showed suspicion and unease.

He was neither dull nor sluggish, as rumored by the outside world, but had a keen and meticulous thinking ability, and while talking to me, he conducted a comprehensive analysis of me, and saw clearly the gains and losses of both sides.

So, when I asked to see the satellite report, he immediately assessed my purpose and responded quickly.

"Don't worry, I have no ill will." I explain it calmly.

"My research report shows that you and Huanghua will ......," he said only half of the sentence.

"Show me the information, maybe I can help. You know? The disappearance of the North Pole helicopter is very similar to the Stargate incident in the Gulf of Aden. I reminded him.

The Stargate incident in the Gulf of Aden has alarmed the world's naval powers, and although Russia is far away in the North Sea, it has also secretly dispatched nuclear submarines to inquire about the news.

I use the Gulf of Aden Star Gate as a comparison to draw Miyankov's attention to the fact that the disappearance of the electric falcon this time is quite mysterious, and it is necessary to get to the bottom of it and find out the ultimate cause.

Otherwise, a fire breaks out in the backyard, leaving no end in the way.

"Who do you represent, Mr. Long?" Miyankov asked.

"I only represent myself, neither the Asian powers, nor the American powers, nor the secret spies of the two countries. In addition, as a person from the earth, as long as it is related to the safety of the earth, I must do my best to contribute. I said.

In my opinion, Miyankov does not have the arrogance of the electric falcon that dominates the world and tests the sword globally, but only doubts everything, is cautious, and does not have the characteristics of a leader of a great power. If he succeeds in ascending to the throne, it will only trigger a purge at home and greatly damage the vitality of the great northern powers, which will be a catastrophe and a sorrow for all mankind.

Miyankov was still hesitant, so I had to smile wryly and point out the door: "Please contact your think tank and finally decide whether you want to show me those top-secret materials." Whatever the outcome, I don't force it. ”

Don't use suspicious people, don't suspect people. Miyankov invited me over to discuss, but he was suspicious and could not open his heart to me, which was already a taboo in the military.

"Mr. Long, as long as you prove that you have nothing to do with the Pentagon and the Yellow Flower Society, I can-"

I interrupted Miyankov: "I can't prove myself, and I don't need to. Now that my friend is on the verge of petrification, the situation is dire, and your country is leaderless and in a state of panic, do we need to waste our time needlessly? ”

Miyankov nodded sharply, turned around, and strode out.