In the silent courtyard, birdsong occasionally sounds. It's just a wall, and the qiē in this courtyard is a little out of place with the noisy city.

Plants endemic to the tropics grow densely in the courtyard, and it is a complex that looks a lot like European-style architecture. Presumably because the owner of this place liked the architecture of the Central European period, and every building here exudes the quaintness of the Middle Ages.

The courtyard is separated from the bustling market by a wall, and occasionally visitors stop by the noisy street to admire the European-style architecture of the courtyard and wonder who the owner is.

But no one was stupid enough to go in and take a look, and the four sharp-eyed bodyguards at the door alone were enough to scare off those who were curious and wanted to come forward to investigate. The four bodyguards were five big and three thick, wearing floral plaid shirts and tattoos all over their arms to identify themselves to everyone.

The courtyard was surprisingly quiet, and compared to the four big men guarding the door, there was not even a single person in the courtyard. The wind rustled gently through the treetops, and the whole complex looked a little lifeless.

A convoy of luxury Mercedes drove up from the corner side, turning their turn signals into the complex. The bodyguard guarding the door immediately said something on the walkie-talkie after reading the license plate clearly, and in just a few seconds, more than a dozen heavily armed bodyguards suddenly rushed out of the originally empty courtyard.

They quickly opened the gate, and then all stood in the gate and looked around warily. Pedestrians avoided each other, and no one wanted to come forward and provoke these guys with weapons in their hands.

After the Mercedes-Benz convoy entered the complex, the bodyguards quickly rushed into the courtyard and closed the courtyard door. They were like ghosts, and in front of the gate, only the original four bodyguards were left guarding.

The motorcade stopped in front of the tall main building in the courtyard, and the bodyguards got out of the various cars and looked around vigilantly. The back door of the car in the middle was gently opened by the bodyguard, and Carson, who looked tired, slowly stepped down from it.

"General Carson, our family master has been waiting for you for a long time." Carson had just gotten out of the car when a shiny bald head was already bowing politely to him.

The bald head - a mouthful of standard English, and his raised face is clean and neat, and there is no trace of panic when he sees a big man like Carson. And his skin is relatively white, which is completely different from the black skin that should be found in the hot weather of country T.

Carson nodded and said lightly, "I'm really embarrassed to keep the head of the Dragon Snake family waiting for a long time." It's just that I ran into some tricky issues that I had to deal with, and I had to postpone it for a while. ”

The bald head smiled very understandingly and nodded: "General Carson doesn't have to worry at all, it's just a special squad in Huaxia, it's not a big deal!" Carson looked at the bald head in amazement, knowing that the agents of the Huaxia and Eross had entered Aragon, and he had only known about it a few hours ago.

When he heard the news, he was furious and smashed many things in the house. The Chinese people are not in the same place now, and it is a great shame that there are agents of the Chinese people who came to country T to take a walk around with great fanfare but left without any career.

But he could only get angry, and after smashing countless pieces of furniture, he sighed as if nothing had happened. Even if he is in his current position, he can't provoke the Tiger Hunting Organization lightly. The Tiger Hunting Organization has a stronger foundation in country T than he does, with personnel spread throughout the country.

Even many generals in his army have a constant relationship with the Tiger Hunting Organization, and rashly offending the Tiger Hunting Organization can only set up a strong enemy for himself.

In country T, there is never just one person who can say the final word. There are all kinds of organizations here, and the person with a gun is the boss. So if Carson wants to hold his place, he has to learn to be patient.

But the bald head of Fusang in front of him actually knew it clearly, Carson squinted, and even felt that the bald smile was a naked mockery. The people of the Dragon Snake family have always been like this, they are all very arrogant.

The bald head noticed Carson's strange expression, smiled, stepped aside, pointed to the door of the main building, and said, "General Carson, stop thinking about those troublesome things. Let's go, the master of the house is waiting for you. Carson looked suspiciously, sighed, and walked inside. A faint cool air hit, and after entering the house, the cool cold air immediately drove away the heat outside the house.

Carson suddenly felt much more refreshed, and looked up at him. The room was heavily guarded, with a man standing every fifty centimeters on the stairs, each with a fuso katana hanging from his waist and wearing a traditional kimono. It looks more like a kendo gym than a branch of the Dragon Snake family in country T.

The bald head smiled and led the way for Carson, who maintained a very respectful attitude along the way. Although there is a kingly domineering in his eyes that cannot be concealed, the viper will always pretend to be very weak, and can win with one blow when attacking.

They didn't go up the stairs, but went straight down the basement. Walking up the stairs one floor after another, the bright lights illuminating Carson's face. Although he was also curious to look left and right, he did not panic at all, and seemed to know where he was about to go.

The further you go underground, the more the heat rolls in. Obviously, there is an opening of the central air conditioner on the surrounding walls, and the refreshing cool air is also being swallowed inside. But it's so hot underground that even a high-powered central air conditioner can't cool it down.

Cassel wiped the hot sweat from his forehead from time to time, and he wore a decent black suit today. This was very rare in his life, and he usually wore the uniform of a general that represented his identity.

But today is one of the most powerful people in the whole of Fusang, the current head of the Dragon Snake family, and he must be dressed as if he was going to visit an emperor. What's more, the head of the Dragon Snake family is in Fusang, and he is a more powerful figure than the emperor.

There are so many steps that no one would have thought that under the seemingly ordinary small courtyard, there are steps that can be walked for ten minutes. But that didn't end it, and ten minutes later, Carson walked down the stairs with his bald head to an elevator.

Carson looked at the numbers displayed on the elevator, and there was only a single word. He smiled and shook his head, "You can't dig all the way to the other side of the earth, do you?" Hearing Carson's question, the bald head turned his head and shook his head politely: "Of course not, but it took us five years to dig an underground base with a depth of 1,200 meters, which is obviously a great achievement in human history." "1200 meters?" Carson couldn't help but gasp when he heard this number, not to mention what resistance they would encounter in digging this underground base, just being able to support the huge underground base without collapsing was already quite remarkable.

The elevator clanged and the doors slowly opened. Carson walked in with the bald head and two of his men, and the elevator led them down quickly, and the feeling of weightlessness came over several people.

Soon, the elevator doors opened again. Carson felt a little dizzy in his head, and the speed of the elevator going down was too fast. He stroked his forehead, and the noise around him quickly dispelled the discomfort in his heart.

"Mr. Carson can't be dizzy, right?" An old voice suddenly sounded from the side, and Carson turned his head, only to see the head of the Dragon Snake family sitting in a wheelchair, slowly pushed over by a beautiful but cold-faced female secretary.

The bald head immediately greeted him, bowed very respectfully, and then stood aside with his hands down, extremely respectful. Carson nodded politely at the first time he saw the man, and walked up with a smile.

"It's really Carson's sin to keep the head of the Dragon and Snake family waiting for a long time." Carson smiled and shook hands with the head of the Dragon Snake family, and although the old man was in a wheelchair, Carson could still feel the powerful power bursting from his body.

The head of the Dragon Snake family is called Kenichi Mikai, and it has been almost fifty years since he succeeded as the head of the Dragon Snake family. Although he has reached the age of sixtieth year, his eyes are still bright, and people will be conquered at the first glance.

Sakurai Genichi waved his hand: "It's nothing, you have to be busy dealing with those clowns in Huaxia, I can understand the delay of some time." Now the Chinese are moving more and more frequently in Asia, and they want to show off their strength to the whole of Asia to gain supremacy, but they will never want to conquer us real Fuso. Carson knew that this Sakurai Kenichi was an authentic Fuso right-winger, and his father was a high-ranking officer in the invasion of China. He has a natural hatred for Huaxia and is bent on conquering that country.

But the Huaxia people completely defeated his deployment in D-Jing, even if the power of the Dragon Snake family was great, but if they wanted to face the regular army troops, they were still a little far behind.

Carson nodded very modestly: "Thank you Mr. Mikai for your understanding." Kenichi Sakurai laughed: "We are comrades-in-arms in an alliance, so you don't have to be polite." Let's go and show me the first Warframe we've developed, and I'm sure you'll be using it soon. The roar of the machine echoed underground, and the further you went, the more turbulent it became. It's foggy, like a fairytale wonderland, but more like an elusive hell.

Carson followed Sakurai to a platform, and under the platform, countless machines were assembling something similar to armor in an orderly manner. The staff is busy shuttling through it, and the entire underground is in this busyness.

"Super Warframe, that's what I call these cute things." Genichi Sakurai looked at the slowly assembled armor with blazing eyes, and there was a crazy light in his eyes.

"Do these things really work?" Carson looked at the armor that was similar to the one in the comics, and he didn't quite believe in the true power of these things.

Sakurai Genichi laughed: "Don't underestimate our Fuso technology, look at the whole world, only Germany can compete with our Fuso, even if it is the United States, it has to stand aside." Many of their core technologies are obtained from us. ”

On the platform, a huge iron armor was slowly moving, and the dazzling weapon revealed the cold glow of death!