Headquarters of the Church of Sartan, underground church.

"My lord, the mission has failed." The priest was so frightened that he didn't dare to look at Lu Chenglong, who was sitting in front of the TV, "That Miyamoto language is too strong, our people"

Lu Chenglong waved his hand, "Okay, no need to say it." Originally, I didn't expect you to be able to threaten him, but he was the Sword Saint of the Inquisition, although his position was the deputy director, but in terms of strength, he could rank among the top five elders in the Inquisition."

Lu Chenglong turned around, he was still in a wheelchair, "He just doesn't want to kill some innocent people, if he is really ruthless, the collapse of that building will only be in his mind, and the top killers of the Assassin Pavilion can't keep up with him, even if such a person is me, I am not qualified to kill him." ”

"Yes," the priest bowed his head.

"How is the withdrawal of the cathedrals?" asked Lu Chenglong.

"Except for some priests who got married and started a family in Canglan Star, the rest of the people have been withdrawn and can be lifted off tonight. The Church's receiving fleet awaits us in the public galaxy eight hops away from here. The priest replied.

"Very well, you go down first."

"Yes."

After the priest finished speaking, he turned around and left the room, the door opened, Lu Chengfeng walked in, the priest bowed his head and saluted, and Lu Chengfeng nodded in response.

"Brother." Lu Chengfeng stood behind her brother and gently hugged his neck.

Lu Chenglong patted his sister's hand gently, "Did Dorsnoe open his mouth?"

"We injected him with drugs, and torture didn't have much effect on him. But now we haven't had to pry permission secrets out of his mouth. Lu Chengfeng said resentfully.

"This old thing's willpower is so strong," Lu Chenglong was surprised.

"He won't let go even if he dies, and if he doesn't get his Skynet authority, our batch of liftoffs will not be recognized by the Duke's Palace, and satellites will not let our fleet rise into the sky."

"I'll think of another way. What is the movement of the Inquisition," Lu Chenglong asked.

"Since noon today, they have all disappeared, as if they had evaporated from the world." Lu Chengfeng's face changed dramatically when he thought of something, "Could it be that they want to?"

"Ah, yes, they must have known that we were going to evacuate the last group of people from Canglan Star tonight, so the intention to make such an obvious disappearance tonight is to tell us that they don't bother to hide their intentions, and they will definitely show up tonight"

Lu Chenglong held the armrest of his wheelchair and said coldly: "This is their revenge, and it is revenge for us for attacking their executive officer." But haha, they are too self-conscious, self-righteous and all hiding in the shadows to sharpen their knives, and completely give up reconnaissance of the outside world. When they come tonight, they must knock their heads off."

"Pass on my orders, and all the combatants will go to Field Third Harbor. At midnight today, even if the Duke's Palace does not allow it, it will be forcibly lifted into the air."

"Brother" Lu Chengfeng's face changed, "This will kill a lot of people"

"I know, but now I don't have a choice." Lu Chenglong looked at the news report on TV, "Instead of being killed, it's better to rush out and gamble." ”

"Got it, my sister." Lu Chenglong slowly closed his eyes as he spoke, his brows furrowed. He's going to recharge his batteries and prepare for tonight's battle.

"Understood." Lu Chengfeng issued this order, and tonight is a battle for life.

Presidential Suite at the Grand Hotel in Kenthal.

The Presidential Suites offered by this grand hotel have five rooms, each equipped with a dedicated toilet and bathroom. The floor is covered with pure wool carpets, hand-woven, so the cost is much higher, and it can be regarded as a luxurious high-end experience.

But the people who lived in this suite didn't have the idea of cherishing the woolen carpet, and the combat boots on the cowhide soles stepped on it with a big grin.

There were nearly ten people in the suite, and everyone was frowning and smoking, making the suite smoky. These people are wearing clothes made of special materials, which are soft to the touch, but can withstand the attack of stray bullets.

Although the suite was full of smoke, there were several butterfly-like creatures passing through the smoke and landing on the shoulders of some people from time to time, these are the Alishan Divine Butterfly. There is only one place for this extremely difficult moth creature to raise, the Inquisition.

There was a knock on the door, and everyone looked at the door, and a moment later a man came to the door with a sharp knife in his backhand.

"Who?" said the man, opening the door, in line with normal human behavior.

"It's me."

The two words exploded like a thunderbolt in everyone's ears, and they all gathered at the door to look at the dusty man. Special Executive Officer of the Inquisition, Miyamoto.

The "boss" everyone was excited.

Miyamoto ignored it, walked to the living room and coughed twice when he smelled the smoke, and immediately someone turned on the air circulation system to exhaust all the smoke. He sat on the couch and sank deep, his eyes closed.

Everyone consciously scattered, all the places that could be entered were guarded, and the leaders of the four major action groups of the Wind Forest Volcano were all centered on the Miyamoto language, and the weapons in their hands were ready to be fired, and the judgment armor could be armed at any time.

While Miyamoto was sleeping, these people from the four major action groups would never allow anyone to disturb them. For a while, the room was so quiet that even a needle could be heard dropping on the ground, and everyone was silently watching, waiting for Miyamoto to wake up.

It wasn't until dusk that Miyamoto woke up, and the first thing he said when he woke up was, "I'm hungry, have someone bring me some food." You have also discussed what you want to eat, and I will invite you to this meal. ”

Eight people gathered in front of Miyamoto as soon as he woke up, and they were at a loss when they heard this.

"Please eat whatever you eat, give me enough to eat, don't eat until nine o'clock, do you start to understand" Miyamoto yelled, these helpers don't know what to do without specific instructions, and their IQ has dropped to the kindergarten level

"Understood," eight responded.

These people began to discuss what to eat, they were not important, the key was the boss's food that mattered.

These eight people are the leaders and deputy leaders of the four major action groups of the Wind Forest Volcano, and they are also decisive demons on weekdays, but in front of the boss, they are just cats. Outsiders can show their claws at will, but in front of the old gate, they will be cut off.

Although there is also a ramen set on the menu of the hotel, I thought about the dog blood that was sprayed when I invited the boss to eat it a few years ago, and it was then that I realized that the boss's tongue could tell whether the noodles were made manually or mechanically. At that time, the boss also said that the soup in the current ramen gave him the taste of strong additives, which was simply an insult to the ramen

Thinking back to the boss's angry appearance, as an orthodox Yamato person, this kind of thing is really unbearable.

After five minutes of discussion, the men hesitated to let the kitchen below bring in a fully cooked steak, generously portioned, plus a bottle of 586-year-old red wine. It's your turn to eat whatever you want, steak, bread, it's good to fill your stomach anyway.

Miyamoto looked at his 123-kilogram steak, eight normal-sized steaks and bread in the dining car.

"This steak is too big, you take half of it, give me some bread, give me this red wine, what wine to drink before the mission" The team leaders nodded and said yes, and took the red wine back when they left the suite door, and finally Miyamoto himself took the bottle of red wine and returned it.

After the meal, the eight leaders and deputy leaders and Miyamoto sat around the sofa, and on the glass table in front of them was a three-dimensional drawing of the third airport.

"The airport was built in 4320 by the chief architect of the project, Manhard Casas. Over the course of its 300-year history, the airport has been rebuilt dozens of times, but the most basic framework has not changed. "The person in charge who had just arrived happened to miss dinner, because he had been in the hospital for bandaging and treatment, and he had only recently strongly asked to be discharged, refusing the doctor's recommendation to be hospitalized.

"The Manhard Casas style of architecture was very characteristic at the time, because he set up blasting points for all the buildings that passed through his own hands to destroy the entire building. Because he always believed that there would be a day when it would be necessary to blow them up. ”

"What a mad architect." The leader of the forest group, Mance, sighed.

Mercarlo, the leader of the wind team, glanced at him, "Listen quietly, we don't have much time to sigh now." ”

"Genius design report boss, if you really want to blow up the spaceport, please allow me to go myself" Zhu Sheng, the leader of the fire group, began to admire the architect's crazy idea.

Lu Shan, the leader of the mountain group, was as silent as a mountain, and he had been carefully observing the terrain of this spaceport to confirm where to build a position when the time came.

"Members of the action groups." Miyamoto interrupted the men's voices.

The leaders of the four operations began to look at each other, and at this time they were like the cold-blooded executioners of an inquisition. In fact, they did not belong entirely to the Inquisition, but under its organization, and the real immediate boss was only Miyamoto.

Because of the Wind Forest Volcano Action Group, even if Miyamoto himself developed an organization on his own.

"The wind team is full of 100 members, and all of them are in place"

"The members of the forest group are full of 500, and all of them are in place"

"The fire team is full of two hundred, and all of them are in place"

"The mountain group is full of 700 members, and all of them are in place"

The leaders of the four major action groups had just finished reporting the number of people under their command, and a cold voice came from the shadows.

"The members of the dark group are full of fifty, and all of them are in place"

Miyamoto Yu looked up and got up, "The members of the Lei Group are full of fifty, all in place"

In fact, there are not only four major action groups under Miyamoto's command, but there are also two member groups of Dark Thunder, but there are very few members of these two groups, and they do not communicate with the members of other groups. Among them, the Lei group is directly under Miyamoto's orders, and he can be regarded as the leader of this group.

The wind, forest, volcano, and dark thunder are all here.

It is as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as aggressive as fire, as immobile as a mountain, as difficult as a cloud, and as moving as thunder

"The operation starts at nine o'clock, and then I will assign the tasks to the groups." Miyamoto took out an encrypted electronic folder, "Tonight will be our last chance for revenge, I hope you will work hard"

"Yes"

The leaders of the five major action groups shouted at the same time, and the leader of the dark group in the shadows also spoke, but soon he changed his position to hide.

End of chapter