"Two good brothers, you have done us a great favor to the Black Pants Army, and now our strength has multiplied several times. "Boss Ma smiled from ear to ear at the celebration banquet.

Meng Yuanchen drank three glasses of wine in a row, slapped his head, and said with a smile: "I have an important thing to forget, I want to go to the Phantom City of the Silver Moon Empire, and I am troubled by Lao Ma to think of a way for me, so that I had better arrive tonight." ”

When Boss Ma looked at his watch, it was already four o'clock. He scratched his head, "Now I'll have a small boat for you, and it will be there in three hours." ”

"That's good," Meng Yuanchen nodded, "Third child, where are you going?"

"I'm also going to the Silvermoon Empire, but it's just Marina City. ”

Ma Lao laughed and said: "It's also a way, you two together, I don't worry." Lao Meng Laosan, Huohai Daoshan, I am also relieved. ”

Meng Yuanchen always heard others praise him, and he was a little accustomed to it, but this was the first time he praised himself and others, "By the way, Lao Ma, leave us a contact information! Now that the communication facilities are so developed, one phone call can be done." ”

Boss Ma's expression darkened, "Don't improve technology, last year I sent a good brother to Yingzhou to find out the news of government funds and freight, but because of a phone call, my good brother was arrested, chopped off nine fingers, and finally didn't move, so they were cut down." ”

The little stammerer also said angrily: "Mahler, you have a handle! From now on, we will only pass on the news verbally, although slowly, but safely." ”

Meng Yuanchen took out a communicator the size of three ears and put it on the table, "This is a communicator that will not be eavesdropped, each of the three of us will take one, we must keep it safe, it will be really dangerous if we lose it." ”

The three of them laughed and talked a few more words, waving goodbye.

Meng Yuanchen and Sandao sat on a small boat and began their journey across the ocean.

Along the way, the two talked a lot, and Sandao did not hide anything from Meng Yuanchen and told his story.

Sandao was abandoned by his parents when he was very young, and was adopted by a kind old grandfather, and when he was ten years old, the old grandfather died of illness, and he began to wander endlessly.

When he was in the Haotian Empire, with his innate divine power, he mixed very well among a group of little ruffians, and was elected by them as the boss, specializing in being a thug for the government to forcibly demolish and relocate. He was only seventeen years old.

Later, the top cracked down, and the demolition and relocation office betrayed them with three knives, and the armed police chased after them with submachine guns and beat them. In the end, they were all scattered, and Sandao had to go to the Silver Moon Empire to make a living.

Ten years have passed, and he has also made some names in the Silver Moon Empire, but he no longer follows the organization, but goes it alone and does some killer work. This time I went to the Terra Empire to kill someone, and then returned by boat.

As for the deep scar on his face, he didn't say a word. Meng Yuanchen asked him, and he smiled and touched the scar, and said, "Since this story is engraved on his face, he can't remember it in his heart, and of course he can't tell it." ”

Meng Yuanchen told him about his identity as an agent, talked about the Seven Star Society, and also told about his childhood experience.

Sandao was not surprised, because in the dark, he already felt the unusual aura on Meng Yuanchen's body.

"The Seven Stars Club is a great place with a lot of talent. "Sandao doesn't know much about the Seven Star Society, but he can always hear about the Seven Star Society, whether it is in newspapers and magazines, or in the streets and alleys.

"If the third child wants to come, I can leave you a good place at any time. "Meng Yuanchen does have the idea of pulling three knives to enter the Seven Star Society, after all, the strength of the three knives is good, and it is very meaningful to the Seven Star Society and himself, which can be regarded as complementing each other.

Who knew that Sandao shook his head and said: "I still like to be alone, and it doesn't hurt to be free." ”

"I feel the same way. Since the third child has his own plans, I can't force my brother. Meng Yuanchen agreed, because this was the first time to work in the team, and in just a few hours, he lost two teammates, no one alive, no corpse dead, not in a hurry, not in a hurry. With the basic quality of an agent, Meng Yuanchen was able to abandon his meaningless worries and chat with others so calmly.

In less than three hours, the ship slowly approached the shore and entered the dock.

It's a ship with a private license, and the driver is a resident of the Silvermoon Empire, so it's easy to enter the docks.

Sandao also has the ID card of the Silver Moon Empire, so after showing his ID, he can go to the dock and take a taxi to Marina City.

And Meng Yuanchen's ID card is all forged, even he doesn't know which country he is, anyway, his parents are residents of the Haotian Empire, but they have immigrated to the past, and his parents didn't tell him where his ancestral home is.

In desperation, Meng Yuanchen had no choice but to use plastic wrap to bandage the wounds on his body, swim into the sea, and go ashore on a sparsely populated beach. Anyway, at night, the patrolling people wouldn't be too careful, and they would pass by with a casual glance, and Meng Yuanchen could almost ignore them.

On the shore, Meng Yuanchen opened the plastic wrap, the wound was fine, although it did not heal, but it did not suppurate, according to Meng Yuanchen's physique, he could be flexible in a few days.

At this time, he was still bare-bottomed, and in order to prevent his clothes from getting into the water, he also wrapped his clothes in plastic wrap.

When the sea breeze dried his body, he took out his clothes and put them on without hurry.

The beach in the summer evening is very cool and comfortable, if it weren't for Meng Yuanchen's clothes that could interfere with satellite snooping, he wouldn't be willing to put on his clothes!

Taxis are scarce at night, especially by the sea, and those who come for holidays are in private cars.

Meng Yuanchen had to be sorry for those who had the money and cars to travel here, he walked around the parking lot, and he was embarrassed to take away a good car, because he could only throw it away, and he didn't need it, and he was even more embarrassed to take away a broken car, and the people who drove the broken car were all poor, and he lost his heart and soul, and he didn't commit suicide by jumping into the sea?

So, Meng Yuanchen found a mid-range car, which looked quite old, with several pieces of paint falling off the front and one of the headlights.

After making a decision, Meng Yuanchen took a wire from his waist and dangled it in the keyhole.

Hand-to-hand combat, Meng Yuanchen is good at it, and he is also proficient in various weapons. But he wasn't very skilled at picking locks, even though it was a skill necessary for a good agent.

Meng Yuanchen saw that the old man in the security room was reading the newspaper with reading glasses, and he was relieved to ignore Meng Yuanchen's affairs.

Picking locks is also a craft, the technology is in place, there is no lock that cannot be picked, the technology is not good, and it is difficult to steal a bicycle. Of course, putting aside the moral issues, this industry also feeds a lot of people.

Meng Yuanchen roughly determined the position of the lock cylinder, and as soon as he used his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The car door opened, the lights were on, Meng Yuanchen sat in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, and put the wire into the keyhole again, and swayed.

With the feeling just now, Meng Yuanchen shook it twice and then lit the fire, turned on the lights, and as soon as the accelerator was released and the whole car flew out.

The loud sound of the engine startled the old man at the gatekeeper, and he suddenly looked up, his reading glasses slid to the tip of his nose, and when he looked out, only a puff of smoke remained.

Meng Yuanchen's driving skills were not up to par, only a little higher than the level of bumper cars, plus the car was a little broken, the engine was rusty, and it was a good thing that it didn't hit the wall.

Before he had driven far, Meng Yuanchen's palms were oozing sweat, and he was unsure in his heart, praying that he could reach Phantom City safely.

It takes an hour to reach Phantom City from here. Meng Yuanchen used high-tech equipment to call up the satellite map, and every road and every traffic light was marked very clearly. As long as he doesn't violate traffic rules, doesn't run after his ass by the police, and doesn't use the accelerator as a brake, it is estimated that it should not be difficult to successfully reach his destination