Night Pearl drove over and parked in front of me.

His Majesty personally opened the car door for me and invited me to get into the car.

"Waiting for your good news. He said.

I nodded, "Each other." ”

A gunman walked over, took out a palm-sized LCD tracker from his backpack, reached into the car, and attached the tracker to the bottom right corner of the windshield.

With this thing, the route of action between me and the Night Pearl is within His Majesty's surveillance.

"It's all rules, don't mind. His Majesty said.

I waved my hand and motioned for the Night Pearl to drive.

The car exits the parking lot, ascends along the spiral lane to the surface exit, and turns left to north.

"What did Your Majesty tell you?

I did not hide it and repeated what His Majesty had said.

"Americans can't be trusted, since ancient times. Night Pearl said.

I did not follow the words of the night pearl to belittle His Majesty, but looked at the colorful night scene outside the window and began to think independently.

Anyone can look down on Americans, but I can't. From the analysis of the mirror room alone, at present, the only person who can provide me with effective help is His Majesty from the 51st region.

Relying on the powerful and unwieldy 51st spy agency in history, he can easily mobilize countless people and crush any local forces. At this point, even if the Seven Kings will work hard for another hundred years, they will definitely not be able to catch up.

In terms of thaumaturgy, unnatural forces, and superpowers, he is also a senior in the industry, and he cannot be taken lightly.

Since he said that he was sure to find the mirror room, it must not be groundless.

"Tang Wan—" When the name came to mind, my heart began to tingle.

"Mr. Xia, I know of a place called 'Echo Island', which is named after the old saying 'If you don't forget, there will be an echo'. There, as long as you pray with all your heart, the most tangled things in your heart will be answered. If you believe me, when this is over, I will sail with you to that island and make all your thoughts come true. Night Pearl said.

I know she's just trying to soothe my heart.

Even if there is such an island, I can see, hear and even touch Tang Wan, but after all, it is all an illusion, like a mirage, it is a landscape refracted by the water surface.

Tang Wan is underground, not on the ground, so no matter which way he pursues it, he can't get a satisfactory result.

"Thank you, if there really is such an island where people can 'what you ask for is what you get', human beings will have no regrets. I said.

Night Pearl laughed and didn't continue to explain.

What I want is a real Tang Wan, not an illusion of self-deception. If a person never dreams or can live in a dream forever, it is the happiest thing, but if he wakes up halfway and faces only great pain, which cannot be calmed or ended, then it is the most painful.

The car crossed Huayuan Road and North Ring Road, and gradually approached the Gaijiagou Freight Yard.

In the distance, I saw puffs of smoke drifting over the freight yard, but there was no open flame, and the fire brigade's ladder had been lowered.

Night Pearl slowed down, and a car quickly followed at the fork in the road, parallel to our car.

Someone in the car lowered the window and beckoned to me: "I have received an order from my superiors, come with us." ”

I nodded, and then told the Night Pearl to follow the other person's car.

Two cars entered one after the other through a small door in the northwest corner of the yard, headed east in the shadow of a huge container, and stopped in a secluded corner.

We got out of the car and followed the people in the front car into a tin house converted from a shipping container.

The Blue Devil sat at one end of a long iron table, holding two narrow-bladed daggers in his hands, staggering and cutting, emitting a piercing sound of gold and iron.

"It's coming. "The one who led the way reported to the Blue Devil Hand.

The Blue Devil raised his head, his bloodshot eyes rolling awkwardly, and his gaze finally landed on my face.

I silently greeted his compelling gaze, but all I thought of was the information in the safe in Tang Lane.

Espionage is one of the oldest professions in the world, alongside pornography, catering, and hotel accommodation. To be a good spy, you have to be good at disguising yourself and giving yourself various identities in order to confuse your enemies.

At first, I thought Sheng Pinhua was the head of the merman, and then I thought he was holding Chen Dingkang hostage on behalf of the merman, but later I found out that he was a raw eater. It wasn't until he opened the safe that he realized that his 51 area was planted near Baotu Spring.

He must know a lot about the merman, and at the same time, he can't serve only one family, it is very likely that he is a double agent, working for Area 51 and the merman, making huge profits from it.

"I could have killed you right now—" The Blue Devil turned to the Night Pearl again, "I can eat you right now, but what's the point of that? you can drink porridge with sea cucumber or porridge with minced fish, the former is a tyrannical thing, and the latter is the best use of it." Therefore, I will not let you die, but let you obediently follow me and do more useful things. Now, sit down and tell me honestly what you know. I've heard enough of the stories of the merman, maybe I can tell me an interesting story about sailing on the sea and slaughtering the merman?"

I was not in a hurry to take out His Majesty's token, but obediently pulled the Night Pearl and sat down at the long table.

"Let's all go out, I'll talk to Mr. Xia and Miss Night about some private things. The Blue Devil raised his chin wearily.

Seven or eight of his men slowly withdrew, and then closed the door to the tin house.

"What do you want to know?" asked the Night Pearl.

"I've read about the sinking of the World War II surrendered ship 'Highland Samurai' in the Historical Archives of Area 51, but I don't believe it at all. My ancestors were on that ship, and it was quite advanced in design and construction, and some of the details are still widely used in modern ships. Even if a hundred* hit it at the same time, it would have had time to land safe and sound, and after evacuating the troops, it would go to the shipyard for overhaul. In another World War II proceedings, Stoker, a retired World War II chief of staff in Texas, was only allowed to look through the material after he had taken an oath on his Bible, believing that it was a significant concealment. Stoke said a lot, but the most important was the second half. He pointed out that the 'Highland Samurai' was besieged and sunk by the mermen, and the officers and men serving were all killed by the mermen. This massacre took place on the eve of the surrender ceremony, and the Allies had to temporarily change ships and complete the surrender ceremony that attracted worldwide attention. Is this true?" asked His Majesty.

Ships belong to the military's important weapons sequence, and there will be no extra one for no reason, nor will it lose one for no reason. Therefore, the provenance, place of service, captain, operator, combat experience, degree of damage, and final outcome of each ship in World War II are clearly listed, and its detailed information can be found in many military channels.

Night Pearl and I rushed here, not to listen to the old stories of the "Highland Samurai", but to find Chen Dingkang as soon as possible and control the most unstable element.

"Mr. Sheng—" I can only call the other party by his pseudonym, because "Blue Devil Hand" is his nickname, and it is not convenient to use it as a title.

"Don't speak, I just need to listen to the truth!" the Blue Devil immediately interrupted me, and raised his hand to point to the Night Pearl, "Tell me the truth, I will be rewarded!"

"Hmph, there is a reward, your reward is really a drop in the ocean compared to the treasure in the shipwreck of the sea. We've been running all the way, and we're tired, don't you even have a cup of tea here?" asked Night Pearl with a sneer.

The Blue Devil stared at Night Pearl's face with his hand, the chewing muscles of his cheeks rising and falling, obviously angered by her.

There are many ocean-going ships that have sunk for various reasons, and more than half of them are merchant ships carrying valuable goods. During World War II, the gold and silver treasures plundered by Japan from the mainland were loaded and shipped to the Japanese mainland from Hong Kong, Guangzhou, Shanghai, Qingdao, Dalian and other port cities.

This is not a story, but a real event that took place from 1935 to 1945, and a review of Japanese military history, American military history, and Chinese military history can be found with 100% credibility of the war examples.

It can be said that whoever occupies the sea will become the master of the wealth of these tens of millions of warships and merchant ships.

For the time being, the Night Pearl, the Merman, and the Pacific Fleet have equal control over the sea, so generally speaking, they all have the right to dispose of the treasures under the sea.

The gold that the Blue Devil Hand can take out is a few dozen taels at most, which is definitely not attractive to the Night Pearl.

"Eat, eat, talk. The Blue Devil couldn't subdue the Night Pearl with a sharp look, so he could only take a step back, his tone slowed down, and ordered his subordinates outside the tin house to deliver food word by word.

Soon, someone brought four dishes, one soup and a large plate of dumplings.

Ye Mingzhu just picked up the chopsticks, and with a bang, someone hurriedly slammed the door open and broke in, ignoring the anger on the face of the blue devil's hand, and panting loudly reported: "Found out...... Traces have been found, but there are changes, there are changes, and the situation is different from what we expected, and the murder methods are sharp...... I've sent someone over with the net, but I'm afraid it won't work......"

Taking advantage of the man's pause to catch his breath, the green devil raised his hands and slowly pressed down: "Say it slowly, say it well!"

I watched from the sidelines and understood that the person was reporting Chen Dingkang's whereabouts.

"We found him, and in terms of surveillance, he behaved differently than before, shrewd and sharp, and his whereabouts were erratic, not at all like he used to be. Also, he has a responder with him, and we have seven people missing, and we suspect that they have been poisoned. The man calmed down, and the debriefing became much more organized.

"Draw his course of action, let the wind out, I am here, Mr. Xia from Jinan, and visitors from the East China Sea are here. Then, re-arm, and capture people in the lower pockets. In addition, prepare a freezer box, and once caught, immediately put it into the box and freeze it at minus 30 degrees Celsius. Alright, go ahead, let everyone wear masks, and don't shout nonsense!" the Blue Devil quickly arranged in an orderly manner.

The man looked at me and the Night Pearl, then turned and walked out.

The Blue Devil walked over, slowly closed the door, and slowly paced back step by step.

I'm not afraid to be used as bait, and as long as the sacrifice makes sense, then I can try to do it.

Of course, Chen Dingkang may not be interested in me, otherwise, he would have a lot of opportunities to get off when he was in the hospital.

I guess he was interested in the Pearl of the Night.

The Blue Devil Hand used the Night Pearl as bait to hunt Chen Dingkang, and on the other hand, Chen Dingkang would also use the Night Pearl to hunt the Blue Devil Hand and His Majesty.

This is a battle of master games, the change of counter-killing and being counter-killed is like a rabbit falling up, happening instantly, reversing in an instant, and only people whose brains are spinning like windmills can keep up.

"That's it, that's good. The Blue Devil said.

"yes, good, good. It's just that your subordinates are really neither determined nor polite, and running around in a panic like this will only do bad things. You are from Area 51, can you only call these mediocre hands, instead of the elites in the rapid dispatch agency to come and help?"

She looked in the direction of the doorway, twitching out of the corner of her eye, giving me a strange hint.

The door was closed, but not locked. If something happens, someone outside can break in with a gentle push. If we want to take certain actions, we have to keep the door open and not let people from outside.

I sighed: "Yes, these people's tactical literacy is still poor, and they indiscriminately broke in, affecting our conversation. ”

"They won't come in again without my command. The Blue Devil said.

He went back to the long table and sat down slowly, his hands flat on the table.

"I heard that once a raw eater enters the religion, he can't eat cooked food and drink hot water until he dies, otherwise the spell will attack and he will die of rotting stomach within three days, is that true?" Night Pearl suddenly asked a very sharp question.

Legend has it that all the raw eaters have joined the "Raw Food Sect" and swallowed the "Raw Food Rune Water", and once they violate the rules, they will suffer a fatal backlash.

Night Pearl asked such a question, indicating that a fire fight was about to begin. She hinted at me to keep an eye on the doorway, naturally asking me to deal with the intruder, while she focused on dealing with the Blue Devil.

We are here with His Majesty's instructions, and how to implement them depends on the change of circumstances.

"Yes. The Blue Devil nodded.

"You're both a spy and a raw eater in Area 51, wouldn't the two conflict?" asked Night Pearl again.

"If I don't say it, if no one goes to tell the truth, won't it be fine?" replied calmly with the Blue Devil hand.

"What if someone informes, like me—" Night Pearl walked over to the Blue Devil's hand.

"Then things get very interesting, especially a beauty like you, it will taste very good, hehehehe......" The blue devil grinned, and his face suddenly turned hideous.

Somehow, a wave suddenly surged up on the flat table, wrapping the palms of the Blue Devil's hand in it.

The Blue Devil's hand backs, but the waves are sticky, sticking to his palms.

"Don't bother with it, this is a thousand-year-old turtle back glue from the East China Sea, once it is glued, the stickiness will penetrate directly into the skin and flesh and stick to the bones. If you want to get rid of it, you can't do it unless you cut off your hands. Blue Devil Hand, if you don't have a hand, this name of the rivers and lakes will not be worthy of the name, hahahaha......" Night Pearl laughed.