"Senior Wang, can we have a sense of distance?"

"Isn't it too much for you to kill my bedroom before dawn and disturb people's dreams? Even if your cultivation is much higher than mine, you should have a sense of distance, right?"

Time flashed to the third day.

At around four o'clock in the morning, Song Feng was picked up from the bed by a big cold hand.

Looking at Lao Wang standing in front of him, Song Feng couldn't help but start complaining.

The old naughty boy is the old naughty boy, and the way he came over was so unusual.

The formation that Song Feng arranged near the villa was useful to others, but for Lao Wang, who had the early stage of Jindan's cultivation, it was simply an ornament.

Lao Wang said in the tone of an elder, "Have you forgotten what I warned you a few days ago? Don't think that because you're in good health at your age, you can stay up late every day, not sleep at night, and wake up in the morning."

"Hurry up and pack up, in another hour, the plane will be taking off."

Hearing this, Song Feng picked up his mobile phone and glanced at the time.

It's 4:00 a.m., whose flight is departing so early?

After thinking about it, Song Feng understood.

The plane they will be flying on is not an ordinary civil airliner, but most likely a charter flight of the Secret Service Division.

Lao Wang went directly into the bedroom, and Song Feng couldn't leave if he didn't want to.

After spending more than ten minutes washing and tidying up, Song Feng took the simple luggage and went out with Lao Wang into a black off-road vehicle.

"Senior Wang, are you sure this thing can send us to country T?"

Half an hour later, the two arrived at a small airport.

There is a helicopter parked on the tarmac, and although the distance from here to country T is not far, what is the matter with taking a helicopter?

Lao Wang said: "Civil airliners need to apply for routes, the procedures are too complicated, the old man is too lazy to speak, we take the helicopter in the past except for the comfort of the poor, there is no problem in other aspects."

Song Feng was completely defeated by Lao Wang.

As a senior member of the Secret Service, the so-called procedures are simply a matter of moving words for Lao Wang.

Feeling that the procedures for applying for airspace were troublesome, the airliner was turned into a helicopter.

Taking a helicopter abroad, Song Feng can be regarded as an eye-opener.

All right.

Who made Lao Wang Xiuwei higher than himself.

Song Feng, who didn't have any right to speak, nodded helplessly.

A pilot entered the helicopter, and Song Feng and Lao Wang also boarded the plane together.

When the helicopter slowly took off, Lao Wang said with a smile: "Song Feng, I heard that not long ago, you transferred nearly 200 billion funds from various branches, you must have a lot of money on hand, right?"

"Senior, what do you mean by that? Could it be that the Secret Service Department has been short of funds recently and plans to let me sponsor it?"

Seeing Lao Wang mention money, Song Feng subconsciously clenched his mobile phone.

This old urchin doesn't play his cards according to common sense at all.

Song Feng couldn't guess the idea at all.

"How could the old man make such an unsatisfactory request, you want to sponsor the Secret Service Department, go to the relevant person in charge to talk about this matter, the old man wants to get involved with you, a rich man."

"When you arrive in country T, you will pay for the expenses, you won't refuse such a small request, right?"

Lao Wang grabbed Song Feng's shoulders and looked like a good brother.

The corners of Song Feng's mouth twitched, and he looked Lao Wang up and down.

Lao Wang was wearing an old-fashioned robe, and Song Feng didn't see a pocket on the robe that could hold things.

"Senior Wang, tell me the truth, are you planning to spend a penny on this trip abroad?"

"Hahaha......

Lao Wang laughed after hearing this, and patted Song Feng on the shoulder again.

"He is worthy of being the successor of the old man, not only is his martial arts great, but his eyesight and mind are even more first-class."

Hearing this, Song Feng's mind was shattered, and he said speechlessly, "Do you think you are so good?"

"As a boss of the secret service, I don't bring a penny when I go out, I just think about the wool of my juniors

Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?"

Lao Wang said nonchalantly, "If you don't say it, I won't say it, who will know about it."

"Young man, don't be so stingy, the old man is almost two hundred years old, how much money can it cost you?"

"I'll tell you the truth, I came out in a hurry this time, I forgot to bring my wallet, after I arrived in country T, I will pay my expenses first, and find a way to return the money to you after returning to China."

Song Feng can be sure that Lao Wang will definitely eat himself this time.

If you say you don't bring any money, the ghost will believe it.

It is estimated that he is preparing to fight local tyrants.

If it was someone else, Song Feng would have invited him.

This person next to him is not an ordinary person, the only remaining Jindan master in the world today, and his cultivation is far beyond Song Feng.

In case he arrives in country T, Lao Wang takes a fancy to some precious medicinal materials, or wants to buy rare things, the funds required must be at least hundreds of millions and billions.

If he only bought one or two things, Song Feng pinched his nose and put up with it.

In case the old king is lavish, he treats Song Feng as a fat sheep and wool.

There are nearly 100 billion funds on him, and how much is left after he comes back.

I'm afraid to draw a question mark.

Meanwhile.

The news of Song Feng's departure reached Tom Horred's ears in the shortest possible time.

In order to take revenge on Song Feng, Tom Horred sent a large number of his subordinates to monitor Song Feng day and night.

There were hundreds of men in ambush near the villa.

As soon as Song Feng and Lao Wang left on the front foot, someone immediately reported the news to Tom Horred.

"The airport at five o'clock in the morning is closed, and it is impossible for a plane to take off, you immediately investigate and find out which company the helicopter belongs to, and where are Song Feng and the old man going to board the helicopter?"

Since he is not a local, Tom Horred chose to hand over the next investigation to Wan Wenhao.

"Mr. Tom Horred, things are in trouble."

After completing a series of investigations, Wan Wenhao found Tom Horred with a lot of heart.

Tom Horred, who was tasting red wine, heard Wan Wenhao say that things were in trouble, and hurriedly said, "Could it be that the old man's identity is not ordinary?"

"That's right, Song Feng probably knew that he would be targeted by us, so he found foreign help."

"Who's that old man?"

Tom Horred asked hurriedly.

Wan Wenhao said: "My people just found out that Song Feng belonged to the Secret Service Department by helicopter, and following this clue, I asked a friend to conduct an investigation."

"The person who mobilized the helicopter was a high-ranking person from the headquarters of the Kyoto Secret Service."

"This high-ranking person's identity is mysterious, and the local Secret Service Department only knows his power, far above the head of the Secret Service Division."

Wanjia has been entrenched in the local area for decades, and all walks of life have their connections.

After finding out that the helicopter belonged to the Secret Service Division, he personally contacted a senior executive of the local Secret Service Department and described the old man's appearance to the other party in detail.

This high-level only knew that the old man was from the Kyoto headquarters, and his authority was outrageous.

From the headquarters, if you can mobilize the local secret service department, the status of the old man will definitely not be low.

As for where the old man took Song Feng, it was a place that Tom Horred couldn't even think of.

T country.

"What?! How could they go to country T!"

Tom Horred put down his glass and slammed up from the couch.