Under the scorching sun, Yang Feng and his party of six carefully inspected the peaceful town again.

The inside of each dilapidated building was inspected again, and the doors, windows, and everything that could be engraved were carefully looked at to prevent the black eagle carved code from being missed.

Although they knew that they would almost certainly not find anything by doing so, they carefully examined it again.

This time, the small town was almost turned upside down by them, and finally, under the unwilling eyes of several people, they moved away from the town and headed towards Hamu County.

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Urumqi, northern suburbs, in a two-story luxury villa.

The whole villa is magnificently decorated, and it is simply a miniature version of the palace.

There are no precious gold and silver decorations, but from the inside to the outside, there are precious antiques lining them!

The value of antiques is more than gold and silver!

Just the exterior of the villa is roughly estimated to be worth hundreds of millions, not to mention the luxurious decoration inside.

Of course, it is not ordinary people who live in such an expensive villa, and ordinary people do not have the blessing to enjoy such a luxurious villa.

The person who lives here is the president of the "Northern Xinjiang Promotion Association", Mr. Shi Munan.

The Northern Xinjiang Promotion Association, which has been based in Northern Xinjiang for more than 30 years, is an authentic snake in Northern Xinjiang, and can rank among the top three in this acre of land in Northern Xinjiang.

Beginning 30 years ago, the Northern Xinjiang Promotion Association suddenly broke out overnight, swallowing up dozens of small forces, large and small, and became a decisive behemoth in Northern Xinjiang.

At that time, if it weren't for Old Man Zhang and some old-timers to stop it, today's Northern Xinjiang would probably be their world.

Even if they join forces, the price paid is not light. The heroes of that era, only the old man Zhang has survived to the present.

In the first war, the heroes died.

In that battle, all the heroes in northern Xinjiang died, and all the dog slaughterers ascended to heaven.

From this, it is also more able to see the special status of Mr. Zhang in the north - after all, he is the hero who has lived in the past to the present.

After 30 years, many emerging forces have become accustomed to the existence of the "Northern Xinjiang Promotion Association", but for the people of Mr. Zhang's generation, the rise of the "Northern Xinjiang Promotion Association" is too sudden, and there must be an ulterior secret in it.

After nearly 20 years of covert observation, Mr. Zhang finally discovered the mysterious power behind this "Northern Xinjiang Promotion Association".

Everyone still remembers that 30 years ago, the Flying Eagle bloodied the Holy Angel, killing a river of blood, and the Holy Angel had to withdraw from Hong Kong.

However, the remnants of the Holy Angels were not willing to retreat like this, and with the support of their respective countries, these remnants gathered together and traveled beyond the northwestern border of China.

Seeing this, I believe everyone understands that yes, behind this "Northern Xinjiang Promotion Association" is a huge anti-China force called the Holy Angel in the past, and now known as the "Scarlet Rose".

This force is so powerful that Old Man Zhang has been silently enduring it for more than ten years and has not attacked this promotion association.

When he knew that the "Northern Xinjiang Promotion Association" was behind the Western anti-China forces, Mr. Zhang understood that it was not the influential figures of his generation who stopped the expansion of the promotion association, but because the high-level leaders of the promotion association were worried that the power would develop too quickly and be noticed by the capital too early, and it would be troublesome at that time.

Old Man Zhang had no choice but to remain silent, and this silence was a full ten years, until now.

Mr. Zhang will not sit idly by and watch the promotion association develop and grow step by step, not making it difficult on the surface, but secretly uniting all parties to suppress the promotion association, but the source of funds for the promotion association is basically dependent on foreign supply, so the effect is not very great.

Old Man Zhang had no choice but to turn a blind eye like this, and get by. Outsiders look at how beautiful Mr. Zhang's life is, but in fact, only Mr. Zhang himself knows how many people wish they would die immediately.

It's not that Old Man Zhang is black-hearted, but that people's hearts are like this, and even more so is mixed up on the road!

At this moment, in the basement of this luxurious villa, a figure sits in the center with his head held high, his back against the table.

With a cigarette in his right hand, he could vaguely see that it was a cigar, leaning back in a chair, spewing out clouds.

The unlit secret room was dim, and only the appearance of a middle-aged man could be seen.

In front of him, oh no, it should be behind him, a person is standing here with his body bowed, and he doesn't dare to come out, it's been a long time.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

I don't know how long it took, the person leaning back on the chair said lightly, there was no joy or sorrow in his voice, as if there was no emotion at all.

Habitually shaking the cigarette in his hand, Meimei took two puffs, waiting for the people below to reply.

"Yes, my lord, here's the thing - the white camels, all six of them are dead! I've sent for their bodies—"

"To the point!!"

Syllable~~

The middle-aged man flicked the cigarette butt in his hand and said with some anger.

"Yes! You gave us a mission - it failed! The strength of the other party was far beyond the strength of the white camel, and at that time—"

The man was about to explain something, but the voice that followed interrupted his growing mouth.

"Enough! Shut up, trash! ”

"I just want the result you know? Whatever the process, all I need is a result! ”

The middle-aged man roared in hatred and at the same time lit a cigarette.

"Yes, my subordinates understand!"

"Go ahead, continue to prepare for the second wave, I wait for you to bring good news. Go ahead. ”

"Yes!"

Buzzing~~~~

The door of the secret room opened and closed, and the glimmer of light that had just rushed in was cut off again, and the secret room was dark again.

At this moment, in the secret room, where there should be no one except for the people in the seats, a shadow came over against the wall.

After a closer look, I realized that this was actually a living person!

"You're here."

The middle-aged man seemed to have expected it, and when the shadow walked behind him, he spoke, and the familiar tone seemed to be two old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

"Wangjun, yours, let him go?"

The entire figure melted into the darkness of the night, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

The middle-aged man sitting in the chair thought for a moment and didn't say anything.

"Indecisive, you Chinese personality really hasn't changed at all." The man in the shadows blurted out.

Just as he was about to continue, the figure saw two rays of light shoot out from the chair opposite him, making him feel like a light on his back.

"When did this guy get so strong?" The figure laughed, indicating that it was all a misunderstanding before, just a misunderstanding.

Misunderstandings, it's all misunderstandings, that's all-?