A real "high-end player" will not give the FBI any chance to investigate.

Just like the "Time and Space Paradise Company", no law enforcement agency of any country can take action against it.

Liu Xingyang still remembers that one of his middle school classmates, who worked in the National Security Bureau, once wanted to investigate the top management of the "Time and Space Paradise Company", but soon after, he disappeared.

In fact, not only did he disappear, but everything related to him also disappeared, as if he never existed in this world at all.

But Liu Xingyang knew where he had gone.

Liu Xingyang attended the meeting of the company's senior management, and he also proposed the place to send the old classmates.

Cretaceous, the age of dinosaurs.

It is said that this old classmate once received a certain amount of wilderness survival training, so Liu Xingyang put forward this suggestion, which was also approved by the company's senior management. As a result, the old classmate's academic performance was not good, and on the day he was sent to the Cretaceous, he was eaten by a tyrannosaurus.

Something like that, and many more.

What a blessing it is to be a member of the "Time and Space Paradise Company"!

By the way, tonight, there is a "feast" waiting for him.

Liu Xingyang left the computer, immersed in the memories of the wonderful past, and no longer bothered by those articles.

The articles he saw just now that exposed the "dark web" and the "dark world" didn't even need to be reminded by him, and the relevant departments would deal with them.

The phone rang, he pressed the button, and the head of control appeared on the TV screen.

"Mr. Liu, the monitor shows that there is a large disturbance in the ripples." The head of control looked a little nervous.

"How big?" Seeing the director's appearance, Liu Xingyang asked with some dissatisfaction.

"It's not very large, but the impact seems to be far-reaching, and it has the potential to change the course of history to a certain extent." The head of control replied.

Liu Xingyang was taken aback, and he somewhat understood why the director of the control department was so nervous.

Generally speaking, the people who are put into the past have very little interference with history, just like throwing a small pebble into a turbulent river, at most it will only stir up a little ripple, and then it will disappear, and it will not have any impact on the direction of history, of course, from the establishment of the "Time and Space Paradise Company" to the present, there are also a few "combat white rats" with their rich historical knowledge and excellent combat survival skills, which have caused a great disturbance to history, but in the end they have not been able to change the direction of history, Until they die.

But for the first time, the head of the control department said that it was possible to change the course of history.

"Have you found the node where the disturbance occurred?" Liu Xingyang asked.

"Not yet, the disturbance disappeared soon after it happened, the surveillance system was not able to lock it in time, and we are now investigating." The head of control replied.

"I'll go over now." Liu Xingyang said, pressed the button, and cut off the call.

After a while, Liu Xingyang appeared in the control hall.

On the big screen, what appears to be a battlefield from the Middle Ages is displayed.

Liu Xingyang stared at the screen and didn't ask much, he was actually not very familiar with history, so in front of his subordinates, he had to maintain the image and authority of the leader.

Never exposing his shortcomings is one of the only ways in his work and life.

He quickly recognized the time-traveler on the screen, that is, the "Battle White Mouse" sent by the "Time and Space Paradise Company".

The people there couldn't seem to call him by name, and many of them didn't think it was necessary to call him by his name, they called him "the boy" or nothing; When they give him orders, they never use a title, but only say, "Come," "Stand," and "Eat." One of them insultingly and contemptuously called him "a bitch", and although the pronunciation was inaccurate, the meaning was clear.

During the battle, he was stabbed and slashed in the ribs and collarbone, but the enemy was unable to knock him down. But after he was captured, he barely stood for a while, and his wounds were not fatal, and he would soon heal. Although they were not very polite to him, they were also serving him carefully. As soon as he was able to stand on his feet and not faint, they brought him before the man who had taken him: this man had sent twenty men of men to capture him alive; Or did the man then pull him by the chin like a great fox, lift him up, and throw him into the darkness before he could feel the pain of the wound. At this moment he was standing dizzily in front of his enemies. "The king's elf." The man spoke to him in very bad Latin.

"The King's Son." He corrected in a tone that could not be refuted.

Everyone laughed, and so did the enemy in front of him, revealing his fangs. "What, your name?" The man asked.

His name, he had already told them a hundred times, was an English name, not a Roman name, and his enemies were always dumbfounded and did not understand. Finally, he tiredly explained: "That's the meaning of 'big mountain'. ”

"Let's call you 'Big Mountain'?" The enemy made fun of him.

"No," he said indignantly, "don't call anything you. ”

The man followed coldly and said, "You don't have a name at all. ”

When he heard this, he trembled, and instinctively wanted to make a cross on his chest to pray for protection from bad luck, but his hands were already tied.

"How much?" The man asked, searching for the right word, "How many years?" You? ”

"How old am I, you're asking?" The man nodded.

"Twenty-two."

They don't understand. So he lifted up his bound hands and spread his fingers for ten years; Then open the fingers of one hand and repeat twice, plus two fingers of the other hand to indicate another two years.

"Have you ever fought before?"

He tried to answer, "No." But he didn't want to speak, so he shook his head. He lost count of how many people he had killed on the battlefield. He'd never killed anyone a day ago.

"You're very good at fighting." The man said.

"I know." He replied proudly. Others began to laugh at his arrogance again.

"You're alive." Said his enemies.

He knew very well that he was able to survive because the person in front of him wanted him to live for some reason. So he asked, "Why do I want to live?" ”

This time, the foreigner said very concisely and fluently: "Guoyou is an invincible swordsman. ”

He twisted his face to his wounded shoulder in pain and said, "I hope I'm still invincible." ”

From the bewildered expressions of the enemy, he concluded that they did not understand a word.

However, the enemy approached him, grabbed his arms, and stared at him face to face. He tried to keep himself from flinching. The enemy said, "Son of the king, nothing great, now you have to teach my son martial arts and swordsmanship." ”