"Well said." Dam chuckled. "It's a poor thing. Let's create some opportunities for her. It would be even better if we can lure Hosiman alone."
"As expected of Marshal Dam! Your strategy impresses your subordinates!" the man with glasses complimented him respectfully.
"Recently, the original color came to represent the contact with the family. It happens that I have nothing to do recently. You can go with me." Damu nodded.
"Thank you, Marshal!" The man with glasses suddenly beamed with joy, without concealing it.
A group of people also boarded a row of white convoys, almost indistinguishable from the snow. The convoy drove slowly onto the road and left in the distance.
At the gate of the gymnasium, Garen, with his hands behind his back, quietly watched the leaving convoy, with a hint of a smile on his face involuntarily.
"Teacher" Lalan walked behind him, with a trace of worry on her face.
During these years of teaching, they have already noticed that Garen's appearance is far beyond his peers' psychological age. After sparing no effort to teach them, the five of them unconsciously changed their titles to respectful titles, and collectively called Garen "Garon" teacher.
"Don't worry." Garen raised his hand to stop her from asking.
"It's their fate. I can't stop it, and they can't stop it themselves."
"Fate? We are just ordinary students, how could such a thing exist?" Looking at Garen's back, Lalan suddenly realized that he had never really understood this teacher he respected.
"Ordinary?" Garen smiled softly, "Do you really think that the two of them are ordinary?"
Lalan opened his mouth to argue, but lowered his head a little dejectedly.
She herself is still staying in the second level of whiteness, and she can't break through the third level, but those two have reached the peak of the double-phase water bird boxing, the fourth level of phantom!
This gap is like the distance between the sky and the earth. They only need one finger to kill the three of them easily.
Quentin and Jamie also failed to break through the second floor. Although their bodies were strengthened to a certain extent due to practicing secret skills, they were far less exaggerated than Hosiman and Dam.
"Teacher" Quentin stood up and stared at Garen intently. "You, what is your purpose?"
All five of them had a copy of Garen's information, an extremely detailed and ordinary information, but the strange thing was, compared with the him in front of him now, that information seemed so unreal.
Is there really a person who is born knowing in this world
"Purpose?" Garen turned around and looked at the three of them one by one. "You are all my disciples, but different soils will produce flowers of different colors and fruits of different flavors. This is not my purpose. I am just a inheritor and an observer. Everything is destiny. "
"Fate?"
"Hehehe" Garen didn't say any more, he just walked out of the training hall slowly, and disappeared into the heavy snow after a while.
The three of Quentin watched him leave from behind, but they didn't say another word.
They had a premonition that the conflict between Hosiman and Dam would become more and more intense.
The strength of the two has surpassed their imagination, unlike Garen's unfathomable, mysterious and inaccessible.
Hosiman is that kind of naked rage, crushing! Those who disobey will die! He even started to be less obedient to Garen.
Damm, on the other hand, is even more obedient and feminine on the surface, but whenever he sees him, he always feels chills in his back.
a long time
"I asked Hosiman the day before yesterday." Jamie leaned against the wall and said in a low voice. "I asked him, what happened between him and Damm?"
"How did he answer?" Lalan looked at Jamie, and Quentin on the side also looked over.
"He asked me to ask the teacher."
"Sure enough, it's all the teacher's fault!!" Lalan clenched his fists.
"However, Hosiman said that he has no regrets. It is the teacher who made them stronger and stronger, and even more likely to reach a higher level in the future." Jamie exhaled, turned into a cloud of white mist and was blown away by the wind.
"Yeah. They are getting stronger and stronger." Quentin nodded, a trace of resignation flashed in his eyes, they all practiced together with Garen, why the two of them could surpass them so much, but she still I can only stay where I am!
"When I was in contact with Hosiman, he said something that I didn't understand." Jamie continued.
"What words?"
"He said that this world is far more complicated than you imagine."
"What does he know and what has he been through?"
"Who knows?" Jamie's eyes were a little depressed, "He has become very strange to me."
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"The seeds have sprouted." Garen gently watered the potted plants in his room.
The fine water sprayed from the white kettle drenched on the green fat branches and leaves, dripping down along the branches and leaves.
The increasingly disrespectful attitude of Hosiman and Damm towards him now is not important, what is important is that the feud between them has reached the point where it cannot be suppressed in the open.
Those who follow Hosiman's will prosper and those who go against him perish. In the area under his rule, even government officials have to submit. He uses his family's huge power and his own strong hand to oppress and rule all the forces in his area. .
Dam, on the other hand, takes Nottington as the boundary and rules another corresponding area, with his family power as the huge network. Like a serpent in the shadows of the deep sea, stealthy and deadly.
"They have already realized that I planted the initial introduction to this kind of battle." Gallon smiled, "But so what? The integration of this introduction is not false, it can be felt directly Power. They know it better than anyone."
He felt that he might be able to fade out of this circle, and Hosiman and Dam no longer needed him to manipulate them.
Didi Didi
Crisp SMS sound.
Garen glanced at the bright golden sunlight coming in from the side balcony, walked into the inner bedroom, and picked up the white mobile phone by the bed.
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South Africa
Boom!
An exquisite oriental blue and white porcelain vase was smashed violently, and the fragments flew everywhere and scattered all over the floor.
call! call! call.
With a bald head and one eye covered with white gauze, his complexion was twisted to the extreme.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!!" He growled, and in the ward, doctors and nurses were too scared to enter at the door.
In the white ward, the expressions of several men and women in black were either indifferent or distorted. The atmosphere in the entire room was gloomy, and everyone exuded a faint chill.
"That's a trap" a young woman whispered.
"Yeah. That's a trap." The bald head nodded, boom! !
He kicked over the iron bracket in front of him.
"The man in black, Leibo!!" He roared, "That humble, disgusting trash! He actually killed me, the most elite regiment of the African Eagle, to only four people left!!"
With two bangs and bangs, the doctors and nurses outside the ward were gently knocked unconscious and dragged away to prevent information they shouldn't know from being leaked.
There was silence in the ward.
"The bug that I can crush him to death with one hand! How dare he! How dare he!" The bald head recalled the scene not long ago, and his heart couldn't suppress the anger.
"Boss, I don't think this is the most important thing now. Leiber has too many tricks, and we were only caught in the ruins by him for a while. As long as we are in a normal environment, it is not difficult to deal with him." A bearded man with short hair The man said in a low voice.
"No," the bald head took a deep breath, "It's no longer a matter of revenge or not. It's too late. The mission has failed. The Lucky Stone Bell has been sold to the Vincent organization by Leiber. Our mission has failed gone."
He paused, "I just sent a message to the boss."
Hiss.
In an instant, the expressions of the people in the whole room changed. Everyone's face was slightly pale, and they completely lost the calmness and composure they had before.
"You're crazy! We didn't fail! No! We still have a chance! We can still get the lucky stone clock back!" The young woman cried hysterically.
"No, no, no." The bald head shook his head, "This matter is beyond the scope of our handling. If such a loss is not reported, the boss will kill me."
"Damn it!" The bearded man punched the wall.
Thinking of the boss's secretive and terrifying punishment methods, he couldn't help but feel numb all over.
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Garen picked up the phone, just glanced at the text message, his eyes suddenly darkened.
"Failure? Nighthawk lost four people?"
He put down the phone, his eyes seemed to sparkle with scarlet.
Dial Baldhead's phone directly.
There it was connected almost immediately.
"Boss" is no longer called the head of the group, the boss is only called that when the bald head is very formal.
"I'll come here myself."
After saying this, Garen put down the phone and turned it off.
Originally, the lucky stone clock was not very important to him in terms of his current progress. After all, the amount of potential points was too small, and he only held the attitude of being dispensable. Some are better than nothing, so he let Nighthawk take action .
Didn't expect Nighthawk to miss? Even lost manpower. Elite, the manpower he personally cultivated!
"Really. It's been a long time since I killed someone." His eyes narrowed slightly.
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The information was transmitted from the bald head, directly to Garen's phone.
He had a preliminary understanding of the information on South Africa.
The key figures lie in two people.
Leibo, the boss of the Men in Black Organization, and Koenna, the archaeologist.
Koenna, an explorer and archaeologist who was hunted down by the black organization that resells antiques because of the hidden address of the lucky stone clock, had a series of entanglements and grudges with the black organization.
And the powerful opponent, the pursuer Leibo, was buried alive in the collapsed earthquake caused by Koenna in the ruins cemetery, but he did not die because of his hatred for Koenna and his greed for the secret of a huge treasure hidden in the lucky stone clock , he began to keep chasing Koenna. Koenna's sister and cousin all died at Leibo's hands. Leibo was also severely injured several times because of Koenna's trap, and his hatred increased again and again. Leiber's goal gradually changed from getting the lucky stone clock to killing Koenna completely.
In order to solve Leiber completely, Kornna decides to stir up trouble and release the news and secrets of the lucky stone bell, which immediately attracts dragons from all walks of life to fight against each other.
And it was at this time that the Nighthawk Mercenary Corps stepped in.
Relying on his incomparable strength and a large number of manpower, the bald head issued killing orders against both Koenna and Leiber. The intention is to solve the two directly together.
As a result, many other teams that intervened were eliminated, but in a trap in the ruins, they were blocked by Leiber's design, and joined forces with all other participating forces to deal a heavy blow to Nighthawk.
(end of this chapter)