A unique building not far from the "Garden of Quality", the building is a long cylindrical shape, 200 meters high, the uniqueness is that the whole building does not have a window, it can be described as "airtight", the wall is gray-black, smooth and deep, invisibly bringing people a depressing visual sense.

"Makusha no Pavilion" is the name of this building, and this building is the headquarters of the Black Fist Pavilion, and its main entrance has the purple and gold English letters of "Black Fist Pavilion".

The wall materials used in the "Curtain Pavilion" have the most advanced anti-detection effect, which can shield all detection technologies such as radio waves, infrared rays, and thermal induction.

Although the "Pavilion of the Veil" is extremely monotonous, in the club, no one dares to underestimate it, because the center of the rules that hold the power of life and death of the lattice is inside.

And at the critical moment, the "Pavilion of the Veil" will become an independent data center, and unimaginable terrorist power will erupt in the field of network information.

In the office on the top floor of the "Pavilion of the Veil", the atmosphere was also a little tense, and the young people stood at the door, their heads bowed, like children who had made a mistake, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"Fuck! Deliberately rectifying Lao Tzu, isn't it? What else is there to do! I'm gone! The middle-aged man sitting behind the desk burst into foul language as he swept the contents of the desk to the floor, filling the office with a noisy and harsh noise.

The only thing that hadn't been swept off the desktop was a computer, but the display had already been torn apart by an angry middle-aged man's punch.

If it weren't for reason telling themselves how terrible the consequences of escaping were, these young people would have long since dared to stay in this office that would be burned to ashes by the anger of middle-aged people at any moment.

Sirilt Njidós, is the name of the middle-aged man.

Sirirt was a man, but he had medium-length black and white hair, and his face was covered by messy hair, and strangers would probably think it was some crazy woman who had escaped from a mental hospital.

Not only that, but Siriult was of medium height and thin stature, and at first glance, he did look like a woman, but he was definitely malnourished.

Looking at the news that popped up on the cracked display screen, they were all headlines, from major international news media, and had extremely wide communication power and influence.

The content of the news is all related to the red disc aircraft that appeared in Puerto Rico, which are obviously products of the earth and human civilization, and have been defined as alien UFOs by unwitting people, and have spread rapidly on major news websites.

What's more, the recent tsunami, natural or non-natural, has been linked to these mysterious "UFOs".

The traces left by the Sunshine Armed Forces in Puerto Rico are so large that they cannot be cleaned up in a short period of time, not to mention that almost all the people of Puerto Rico have seen so many flying machines, and the international heat caused by this incident is no less than that of the sky discoloration in Asia and North America, and even similar rumors such as "the discoloration of the sky is suspected to be related to aliens" have begun to appear on the Internet.

Siriult knows that the public opinion and diverting the attention of the people brought about by this matter are no longer something that can be solved by using their hands and feet on the Internet.

"Immediately contact the 30 news outlets with the most hot topic, and I want their bosses to appear on the screen in the conference room after half an hour. Remember, it's the boss, not one less! After the guys sent the message, Team 2 and Team 3 immediately launched a net clearing operation, targeting all the news outlets involved in the topic. "Siriult began to take measures.

"Yes!" The young people simply answered loudly, and only in this way can they get out of the tiger's mouth as soon as possible.

"Wait." Sirilt stopped the men who were about to leave, "The most important thing is to contact Lord Mansson for me, now, immediately, immediately!" ”

The moment Sirirt's voice fell, a series of swishing sounds rang out, and the young men scrambled towards the door, not to show themselves, but for fear that the supervisor would be punished for discovering that he was "not active".

Not seeking merit, but seeking no fault, this is the voice of each of them.

"A bunny bunny." Seeing the figure of the last young man disappear in the doorway, Sirilt flicked the hair on his forehead, revealing a white face.

Yes, white, very white, it's hard to imagine that the mafia director, with his wrinkled clothes and messy hair, has a face with a rare androgynous beauty.

Sirirt's body did not relax with the departure of his men, but became more tense.

This time the matter was beyond his expectations, he had to come forward in person and solve this tricky trouble with a thunderous force, otherwise his ability as the executive director of the Mafia Pavilion would most likely be questioned by Ming Xuan, and even if it was not good, he might lose this black gauze hat.

Dealing with this globally fermented "UFO" incident is definitely the biggest trouble he has encountered since becoming the head of the mafia, and even the public opinion pressure caused by the discoloration of the skies in Asia and North America is not so great.

In fact, the discoloration of the skies in Asia and North America is very easy to deal with, because no matter how much one thinks about it, it is impossible to associate it with human factors, like the annihilation typhoon that almost made landfall on Chongming Island, and no one would believe that it was man-made.

But those red disc flying machines are different, as long as they are not stupid, they are all aware that that thing comes from the hands of civilization, whether it is human civilization or foreign civilization, it is worth pondering and scrutinizing.

Because of this, he did not let the Mafia Pavilion launch a net clearing operation at the first time, there is an old Chinese saying, called "there is no silver three hundred taels here", he will not and cannot make a counterproductive decision.

"Recently, those guys have become more and more active, and the gentle township of the rich can really make people look nobody. Well, it's time to give them some bitterness. Snapping his fingers, Siriurt left his office and walked towards the conference room.

The guys in Sirirt's mouth are naturally the bosses of the major international news media, these people live a rich and noble life all the year round, and pride and complacency have become their most normal expressions.

In fact, the world of capitalists is the supremacy of money, and all actions are carried out for the purpose of profit, so it is understandable that those guys instruct their subordinates to make money by exaggerating reports.

Only this time, they finally hit the ground running.

Since you don't want to be a decent vampire, you must have the consciousness of breaking your head and bleeding, and if you want to blame them, you can blame them for getting things that shouldn't be touched this time and provoking people who shouldn't be messed with.

With the participation of the Mafia and the departure of Director Enjiedaus, the heat of the "UFO" incident will inevitably be suppressed by swift, decisive and tough thunderous means.

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North Atlantic, the southern tip of the Devil's Delta.

On the endless sea, the huge fleet of 100 ships has left, and the sea water after the disappearance of the permafrost tsunami has become peaceful, quiet and calm again, and the calm ocean stretches its huge volume under the blue sky.

Still, there were warheads that broke away from the fleet and remained in the area, and a few hours ago, a new partner was ushered in - a deep-sea salvage ship.

For a long time after that, the Puerto Rico Trench was located in an area where it was located, and there was a luxury salvage team consisting of 10 large deep-sea salvage ships and 10 conventional submarines that had been operating at sea for a long time.

This salvage team belongs to the rookie club, does not follow the instructions of any country or region, and is tasked with searching for the remnants of Atlantis, leaving no trace of it.

When the royal city of Atlantis was swallowed up by the permafrost vortex, Fang Xiaolan did not have the slightest hope for Atlantis' technology.

She didn't believe that anything could survive in the terrible power of permafrost, which could easily destroy anything into nothingness.

However, this does not mean that Atlantis has no remnants, perhaps something fell before the capital came out of the Puerto Rico Trench, but with the depth of the Puerto Rican Trench, even a submarine cannot do a deep dive.

So, hope has become something that is almost non-existent in this matter.

However, when the submarine descended to the extreme depth, a surprise appeared, and something that was neither big nor small got stuck on a raised stone on the cliff.

This discovery made Fang Xiaolan excited, she hadn't been so excited for a long time, she had always been unfazed when she encountered the news, and she was ecstatic for a long time after learning the news.

Of course, that was a month later.

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Aircraft carriers like small cities sail on the boundless ocean, drawing long, white stripes of waves on the dark blue curtain.

In one cabin, Yichen is wrapped in a white bath towel, a thickened version of two bath towels wrapped around his body, and a bath towel wrapped around his hair, making him look like a shabby "pirated" nun.

"If you don't have that strength, don't be strong." Lu Xuan leaned against the door of the cabin and glanced at the person at the table with a little disgust.

"The hell knows that guy—" Before he could finish speaking, Yichen sneezed, one after the other, and couldn't stop running out.

Lu Xuan turned sideways slightly, and his face twisted to the side of the door, this was not the end, his slender white hand covered his cheek facing Yichen at the same time, and closed his eyes, as if to comfort himself and say: Out of sight, out of mind, not upset.

The "fully automatic" sneezing lasted for half a minute before stopping, during which time the bath towel on Yichen's hair fell behind him, and the bath towel on his waist also fell off, holding the last remaining bath towel in one hand, and wiping his nose with a toilet paper in the other.

"You know what? If it weren't for the wide enough radar range of the aircraft carrier, you would have drowned in this sea. After Yichen finished the irrepressible head movement, Lu Xuan slowly turned around.

"I don't want to do this kind of thing, but I'm the master of the Dao Sword, if I don't do it, will I let those powerless people on the ship do it?" Yichen raised the height of the towel so that it was above his chest.

Although it is a man, there are women present, and the place where it should be reserved is still to be reserved.

"Tell me, what have you done?" Lu Xuan's words were vague, making it difficult for those who didn't understand to understand what she was asking.

"What do you do?" Yichen was confused.

"Fell into the water and didn't do anything?" Lu Xuan said as if intentionally and unintentionally.

Slightly stunned, Yichen nodded and said, "Do I look like a person who does nothing?" As soon as I fell into the water, I struggled with all my strength, but the more I struggled, the heavier my body became, and it felt like there were countless hands behind me, and it was very weak. ”

Some deep and beautiful eyes stared at him with interest, and Lu Xuan smiled softly: "Gone?" ”

"No, no." Yichen was stared at unnaturally by those eyes, and shivered inexplicably, but he still tried his best to open his eyes wide, showing sincerity and puzzlement, and asked, "Is there anything else?" Dancing with mermaids? Or is it a quarrel with the Dragon King? ”

"Wrestling with the god of the sea." As if saying something casually, Lu Xuan shook his long beige gray hair, opened the door of the cabin, and said to the person who had been standing outside for an unknown amount of time, "I'm done talking, it's your turn." ”

"How is he?" The man outside the door asked.

"It's so normal that it can't be more normal, at least it won't be more problematic than you and me." Lu Xuan twisted his waist from side to side, and said lazily, "I don't think I've done anything wrong, so ...... Don't expect me to apologize to you, let alone make amends. ”

The person outside the door shook his head: "I understand, when she left this world, Qina and Vanessa were more emotional than yours, so excited that I was worried that they would go crazy for a while. ”

Lu Xuan was stunned, raised her head, and when she saw something rare in those sincere eyes, she quietly understood more in her plain eyes, and did not speak, but nodded.

"It's just that your reaction is far greater than I expected, and it seems that Michael doesn't see through you, or doesn't understand it...... Your illness. The man outside the door said.

"The Mayo Clinic hasn't been able to study the disease, how much can that bald head know?" Lu Xuan's faint tone was marked with obvious contempt and disdain, and there was no intention of saving face for Michael.

The man outside the door shrugged, said no more, and leaned sideways, making room for enough passage.

Looking back at Yichen, who was stunned, Lu Xuan walked out.

It wasn't until the near-perfect back disappeared from sight that the person outside the door raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Brown ...... Director, you ...... Say what? Why didn't I understand a word? Yichen looked at the white uncle standing outside the door, and when the other party looked at him with a serious face, his hands clenched unconsciously, and his palms began to sweat.

Andre walked into the cabin, without the intention of going around in circles with Yichen, and went straight to the point: "You are too weak. ”

"Director, no matter how I say it, I just came back from the battlefield, and if you don't comfort and encourage me, forget it, you still hit people?" Yichen grimaced.

"I guessed you didn't do much, but I didn't think it would work. If I had known that, I wouldn't have counted on you at all. Andrei said coldly.

At this moment, Yichen can't say that he has a hard time, and he also wants to use a little fart, but the comprehension element and the condensed element body are not something that can be done by just thinking about it.

If it is weakness caused by laziness, it is naturally nothing to say if he is reprimanded, but because of talent and luck - this kind of innate thing can be influenced by him as a small person?

"Director, but you let me go." Yichen could only shout like this, "If you let me go, I will go, even if it is sent to death, it will be sent without rebellion-"

"Don't talk nonsense." Knowing that letting this guy talk would be endless, Andre directly interrupted him, "There is something that should have been done a long time ago, and it's time to get it done." You didn't have to participate in this matter originally, but now, I can't help you, I will submit a copy of your "Dark Lord Special Training Plan" to Mingxuan, and after the plan is approved, you will complete it with Adam and them. ”

Cultivation plan? This thing? That thing? Which thing? What the hell is going on!