Ke Bo arrived at 1:20, and like Cen Wen, the car that picked him up drove directly into the compound, and his lounge was next door to Cen Wen.

These are the only two rooms.

That is to say, in addition to the chairman of the headquarters and other officials, today's New Year's group meeting, the only big shots who came were Cen Wen and Ke Bo, the two national treasure therapists have not participated in public appearances in the administrative region in recent years, they are almost 250 years old, more than the average life expectancy of 200 years, can't stand flying around the world, and only hold some public activities in their own territory, indicating that they are still alive and healthy.

The temporary assistant went to chat with Kebo's assistant for a few words, and the new seventh-level master wanted to get to know Master Ke, and Kebo readily agreed.

So Cen Wen was invited to Kobo's break room, and the others waited outside the door.

When the door was closed, the small rattan, which had already hidden under the sofa, instantly launched a surprise attack from behind Kebo.

The brain domain is the same as the physical fitness of ordinary people, and strengthening exercise is a fitness enthusiast among ordinary people, which is not as good as the physical fitness of the ability, and is attacked by a small rattan, and the body is upright, without the power to parry, and he is directly hit, and his wise eyes become dull and sluggish.

Cen Wen only looked at this Master Ke seriously at this time.

The image of a Kochi little old man who is very common in college, a tailor-made light gray dress, in a high position and pampered for many years, has a good temperament and dress, is gentle and elegant, and is the kind of person who definitely attracts attention when he stops on the street.

Cen Wen turned on the camera of the bracelet and pointed it at Kebo.

"Name?"

"Kobo."

"Age?"

"One hundred and forty-six years old."

"Occupation?"

"Mecha designer, R&D designer."

"Where do you work?"

"District 56, 9th Avenue, 7."

"Home address?"

"Fifty-sixth arrondissement, 7th Avenue, 8."

"Back then, who was the mastermind of the plan to kill your fellow senior sister Jiang Yan and replace it with you?"

"He is the diplomatic ambassador of Wanhua United Nations in our country."

"What's the ambassador's name?"

"Channy Para."

"Is she still ambassador to our country?"

"Yes, she still has three years left in her current term."

"Wanhua United Nations wants you to replace Jiang Yan?"

"Jiang Yan is internationally recognized as a brain domain supernatural, a rare talent in the research and development and design of mechas, Wanhua knows that she is leading and presiding over the research and development and design of a new generation of mechas, let me replace it is to interrupt this process, so that the development of mecha in my country should not catch up so fast, it is best to never catch up."

"Wanhua's request, how did you do it? Was it a success? ”

"It's considered a success, I changed a lot of data from Jiang Yan's data, and in a mecha test, I destroyed an elite mecha squad, and everyone was judged to be disabled for life by two national treasure healers."

When Cobb said this, there was a smug look on his dull face.

"What year and month did this happen?"

"June 15, 299 AH."

Cen Wen remembered this date deeply, which was the time of Gong Qiyuan's injury recorded in their medical records.

"What punishment did you receive after this accident?"

"There is no punishment, it is normal for the experiment to fail, I am not doing things alone, and this is an expected accident, there is a plan, I have lived a low-key life at most, and fame and fortune have never been less."

"What are the positions of the people who participated in Jiang Yan's case back then?"

"It's hard to say, there are many people who have died one after another, and this matter has used too many dark stakes and internal ghosts, they can't live, and the dead are the safest."

"You just say the name, and the rest doesn't matter."

"They have ......"

Ke Bo 1510 confided in the name and position he knew, although he was picking peaches at the end, but to work together, he always had to contact a few people, and these people were the various behind-the-scenes commanders of the operation, and the division of labor was different, some assassinated, some fought public opinion wars, and some lobbied among various departments.

After so many years, what is the current situation of these people, he really doesn't know, the people around him come and go, and they have been in contact for a while for Wanhua's father's secret mission, and they are gone after the fact.

Ke Bo knew that Jiang Yan's final fate was disappearance, whether it was the people behind him or the various units of the state, no one found Jiang Yan, and the latest generation of the half-finished mecha was lost with her.

"Jiang Yan was seriously injured when she disappeared, which means that the latest generation of mecha has been successfully developed, and a half-finished product can protect her from the nirvana, if it is a finished product, how powerful it should be, how much of a threat it will pose to the Wanhua United Nations, this operation is right, the source of the threat must be killed. How long can she, an untrained brain domain powerhouse, survive a serious injury? I don't know which garbage heap I died in a long time ago, and I was disposed of as a nameless corpse. ”

Ke Bo was triumphant, and his words were full of jealousy and hatred for this excellent senior sister.

Cen Wen ignored his smugness, a fool who was controlled and had to tell the truth, there was no need to be angry.

She glanced at the time, it was already half past one, someone would knock on the door at any time, just in time, the important questions were asked, and the rest was left for the next meeting.

After removing the vomiting toxin from Kebo's body, Cen Wen kept another hand.

[Good baby, change the toxin, I want him to think that we have been talking about the gossip of the Alien on the capital star. 】

【Okay~】

Cen Wen grabbed the two cups of tea on the coffee table and poured them back into the teapot, leaving a little residual tea, just pretending that they had been drinking tea and chatting for the past few minutes.

After the little rattan applied the new toxin, it returned to Cen Wen's wrist.

Kebo slowly regained his senses, his sluggish expression became vivid, and he was the image of a cute and respected little old man in Kochi, and at the same time, a mouth completely uncontrolled by him, and a lot of gossip in the industry.

This little old man, who has turned low-key due to poor business, seems to have been on the front line of gossip for so many years.

Cen Wen smiled and leaned back.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside, and the two assistants gently opened the door, indicating that the time was almost up and it was time to go to the venue.

Cen Wen, who respects the old and loves the young, lifted Ke Bo up, and he just shut up, coming back from his previous trance, with a smile on his face, as if they had really spent more than ten minutes relaxed and interesting.

Cen Wen and he came hand in hand to the gate of the venue, and the chairman and others were already at the door, waiting for the two of them to enter the venue together.

They saw that Cen Wen and Ke Bo got along well, all of them were smiling, and the relationship between the bigwigs was good, and of course they were happy with the Stranger Center, otherwise the bigwigs would have a conflict one day, and they would have a headache.

In the short distance from the lounge to the entrance of the venue, Cen Wen still whispered in Kebo's ear, reinforcing the hint under the poisonous effect of the small rattan, not to talk nonsense to the outside world.

(End of chapter)