A Toyota SUV drove into the depths of the Gobi, which was in the direction of Atta. Following this direction will lead to the Wakhan Corridor, the oldest of the Silk Road.

Galadi was not at all surprised in this direction, and it is estimated that the group had come in from the Wakhan corridor. As for who the one Martha mentioned was supposed to be, there was no way to know.

When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and it is normal for more than a billion people to have traitors. The driver was a Chinese man, wearing the overalls of an oil company.

It's just a driver, even if it's a traitor, it's a petty traitor, and it doesn't have the ability to smuggle a group of armed people into the country.

Half an hour passed, and the vast Gobi was endless.

"How far is it?" Luoyang broke the silence in the car. The driver was silent. Martha answered, "There's still some way to go. Luoyang looked out the window, he was angry before, but now he has calmed down and his thinking is clearer.

This time, he shouldn't be able to see his grandfather, the other party knows his strength very well, so he will definitely prevent him from snatching people, and then make a group annihilation.

Galati's goal isn't just the $10 million

"Pension", as well as the benefits brought by the Ascending Seal, he wants to go to the fairy world? A sneer appeared on the corner of Luoyang's mouth, if Galadi's ultimate goal was this, he wouldn't mind taking Galadi with him.

Bring a cannon fodder up, and step on the thunder at a critical time, which can be regarded as making the best use of things.

"Mr. Luo, where did you send the driver?" Martha probed the tunnel. Luoyang glanced at her, but ignored her.

Martha shrugged her shoulders and stopped talking. Another distance passed, and several abandoned oil wells appeared on the barren Gobi, a few rusty derricks stood on the desert, and a few dilapidated buildings.

Several off-road vehicles and pickup trucks were parked in a vacant lot, all with Xindi license plates. There were a few armed men standing in front of one building, and a sniper on the roof, but there was certainly more than that, there were dozens of people in several dilapidated buildings, all with weapons.

"Mr. Luo, we're here." Martha paused slightly,

"I have to warn you, you'd better not make any miscalculations, otherwise—" Luoyang interrupted her, "Or kill my grandfather?" Martha nodded.

Luo Yang sneered: "I gave you a ransom of 10 million US dollars, but until now I haven't even seen my grandfather's people, my patience is limited, I have to remind you, don't dance on my bottom line, your legs will break." "The off-road vehicle was parked in the open space in front of the building, and the concrete floor, which was decades old, had cracked in many places, and a few grass trees had grown.

Luoyang opened the car door and got out of the car. Two armed men wearing black hoods greeted him and wanted to search Luoyang.

Luoyang raised his hands very cooperatively. A man in a black Arab robe came out of a room and said something in Persian, and the two men retreated.

At this moment, dozens of people came out of the other buildings, divided into two groups, a group of blonde and blue-eyed Westerners, most of them men, and a few women, all armed to the teeth.

One group is East Asian, it may be Bangguo, it may be Fusang, it may be Huaxia, it is difficult to distinguish.

Both groups of people were led by a gray-haired old man on the East Asian side, with a mahogany cane in his hand, and the workmanship was quite exquisite.

The old man gave the impression of being old and weak, but it was just an illusion.

With a sweep of super sensory perception, Luo Yang knew that the crutch in the old man's hand was actually a very sharp sword, and there was a small double-shot pistol hidden in the handle of the crutch.

On the Westerners' side, Luoyang saw a familiar face, the Masonic Witch Frank. However, he is not the leader, the leader is an old white man, with a thin face, a tall build, wearing an old-school tuxedo and a top hat on his head, the classic image of Uncle Sam.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Luoyang's body, and the muzzles of dozens of guns were also aimed at Luoyang. Luoyang's gaze swept over the faces, and finally stopped at the old man with a cane.

He saw Frank, which indicated that Freemasonry had participated. But it's hard to determine whether this group of people from the Eastern Face is from the Ancient Society.

The old man with a cane met Luoyang's cold gaze and smiled indifferently: "Contemptible high-speed rail, Mr. Luo, I have wanted to see you for a long time, and it has not been realized until today, I will be fortunate to meet you." ”

"I'm still moving." Luoyang said. Gao Tie's smile suddenly froze on his face. An armed man with an East Asian face was about to speak, but was stopped by a high-speed train.

Luo Yang said: "Mr. Gao, what is your identity in the ancient society?" Gao Tie smiled: "Mr. Luo is really wise, he can see my identity at a glance, and he is contemptible to be favored by all members and serve as a deacon." ”

"You're really honest enough to smuggle armed members of Freemasons and Shadow Chasers into the country, do you know what will happen?" Luoyang said.

Gao Tie said lightly: "Of course I know, I shouldn't have come, but this matter is too important, if you send a low-level person to talk, it will be insincere." As for the future, my personal honor and disgrace, even life and death, are not important, whether I am in prison or going to death, I can accept it calmly. Luo Yang sighed: "The founder of the Ancient Society is Chi You, he is the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the Jiuli tribe is also his tribe, but you actually collude with foreign enemies, I am very disappointed in you." ”

"Mr. Luo, times are changing, and I, an old man, can accept new things, but can't? The ancient society was created by the descendants of Chiyou ancestor, and the current Jiuli tribe is not a prehistoric Jiuli tribe, we have our beliefs and goals. High-speed rail said.

Luoyang didn't have the slightest interest in the beliefs and goals of the Ancient Society, and his eyes moved to that

"Uncle Sam" on his face: "What is your status in Freemasonry, this gentleman?" ”

"Uncle Sam" took off his top hat and bowed gracefully: "Byson, Masonic Lord." Luoyang was a little surprised, because the Lord was a Freemason

"President", if Freemasonry is likened to a nation, then this lord is the king. However, considering that the presidents of the ancient congregations have come, it is understandable that the Masonic lord is here.

"Mr. Bison, won't you go back?" Luoyang said. "I came with the belief that I would die, but even if you kill me, it will have no effect on the Freemasons. They will elect new lords, and the old will never perish. Luoyang believes this, whether it is the Ancient Society, the Freemasonry, or the Shadow Chaser Organization has existed for thousands of years, how many dynasties have changed, but these three organizations still exist.

Among them, the ancient society has the longest history, dating back to the time of Chiyou. And Freemasonry is the strongest, firmly in control of the lifeblood of Europe and beautiful countries.

Although the shadow chasers are the weakest, they also have a history of thousands of years and should not be underestimated. Luoyang himself knew very well that even if he killed everyone here, these three organizations would continue to exist.

They all have their own soil, which is as tenacious as weeds, and even if one is burned, new grass grows the following spring.

"Mr. Luo, we have finally met, I am the Heavenly Venerable Galadi of the Shadow Chaser Organization." The black-robed Persian man said.

Luoyang looked at him: "Did you plan to kidnap my grandfather?" Galadi smiled: "I'm just participating." Gao Tie said: "I planned it, the Masonic Lord Baisen, and the Galadi Tianzun of the Shadow Chaser Organization, I also invited it." Luoyang's eyes returned to the high-speed rail.

Sure enough, the most ruthless to the Chinese people was never a foreigner, but the scum of the ethnic group. Gao Tie said lightly: "Mr. Luo, the more information we have about you, we will find that we can no longer deal with you with our strength alone, so I invited the people of the Freemasons and the Shadow Chaser Organization to act together." ”

"Well, I'm here, tell me what you're going to do." Luoyang didn't want to waste time. The three bigwigs glanced at each other.

"Then you're welcome." Bison was the first to speak,

"Mr. Luo, we have obtained information that you have built a teleportation channel between the Wine Launch Center and the Moon, and that passage can send equipment and building materials to the Moon. We would also like to ask you to build such a teleportation channel for us, of course, you can open it as long as you want. Luoyang smiled: "It's worthy of a wealthy Freemason, if I offer a trillion dollars, I think you will be satisfied, right?" Byson's face was originally with a little smile, and he heard Luoyang's

"Quote", the smile on his face suddenly froze. A trillion dollars requires JPMorgan Chase to knock out a string of numbers, not even paper, but this is definitely not a serious one

"Quote", Byson even from this

The nature of the insult is felt in the "quote".

"We will legislate to ban the exploitation of resources on the moon." Byson replied.

"If I had taken a good look at your legislation, you would have won." Luoyang said. Byson's face darkened.

Gao Tie said: "Mr. Bison, we are here to talk about the matter of ascending to the heavens, and after the matter of building the passage is completed, you can negotiate with Mr. Luo alone, and there is no bad business in this world." ”

"Mr. Gao Tie, the seal of heaven is indeed in my hand, do you want to seal to heaven?" Luoyang asked. Gao Tie shook his head: "That's Mr. Galady's purpose, what we want is what belongs to us, Wuxu, it's time to return it to us." Luo Yang smiled: "It's the first time I've heard that Wuxu is a thing of the ancient society, do you really understand it?" He simply pulled the red rope out of his neck.

The witch ruins hung on a red rope, an ordinary-looking skull headdress.