Garen's thoughts wandered for a while, and he thought of many things.
There is no doubt that he is at such a level now, he is already very familiar with secret martial arts, and he is already very familiar with himself, but in the practice of familiarization over and over again, and in examining himself over and over again, he seems to have discovered the hidden secrets. One of the deeper secrets.
'Our world is just a small part of the boundless space of the dark universe. In the electromagnetic spectrum of human beings, the visible spectrum that can be perceived only accounts for less than one percent of it, and the remaining ninety-nine percent is a piece of darkness. , and this is just the detection of the so-called science and technology here. In fact, the light waves of the universe are even more extensive. Sometimes we simply cannot divide the spectrum by wavelength and frequency. ' Black Sass said in a low voice.
"I understand what you said." Garon said in a deep voice, "The universe we can see is only less than one percent or even one thousandth of the real universe. It is only the light we can see, the part illuminated by visible light Universe, if you can see the dark parts of other universes, you can gradually reveal the true mysteries of the universe, right?"
'Warlocks have done part of it. They have come into contact with a broader world through dreams, a more powerful civilization through Miwu, and seen the world beyond the visible spectrum. That kind of magnificent and unimaginable world is beyond your comprehension. All kinds of life forms, all kinds of wonderful laws and regulations. The universe is so amazing, and you and I are so small. Even the entire warlock civilization is just an inconspicuous small wave in the universe, maybe even this is not counted. Even the mother river that we think is vast and boundless may just be a belief that we have learned too little. '
For a moment, Garen was deeply attracted by the temperament described by Black Sass.
'The underworld is our collective name for the most mysterious and eternal depths of the universe. We can see a small piece of the universe, and we yearn for the eternal mystery in the deepest part of the boundless darkness. We pursue and see different lights, which are the light that carries knowledge and the light that carries history. We firmly believe that in the universe, there will always be a beam of light that we can see. That light records all the mysteries and history of the universe. Its wavelength is unbelievably long, and its frequency is in units of millions of years. The impact on it is only a weak drizzle. Hessas's tone seemed to be the most devout believer, telling the only truth he believed in.
'That, is the eternal light. '
Garen was silent for a moment.
Eternal light, this is information that he could not find from the classics. The ancient Yinduo civilization worshiped the underworld, but what they are really looking for is actually the eternal light that records all knowledge.
'It is said that as long as one can adjust the frequency of one's own soul to a strange level, one can receive the influence of eternal light to a certain extent and obtain the mysterious knowledge in it. Hessas said with emotion, "It's a pity that no one has ever successfully contacted such a thing. We have no way of verifying the existence of eternal light, just like we cannot verify the existence of eternal underworld." '
Garen listened quietly. What Hessas said was something he had never heard of before, and it was the core ideology of the ancient Yinduo civilization.
'Forget it, what's the use of saying this now? Black Sass was a little discouraged, "Go through it carefully, this grimoire may have a great impact on your martial arts." '
The voice fell silent, and this conversation seemed to evoke his nostalgia for the once glorious civilization.
Garen sat at the table for a long time, waiting for his mind to calm down completely, before knocking on the table slowly.
"Come in."
The subordinate who had been waiting outside the door slowly pushed open the door and walked in.
This is a young blond man dressed in black, with a silver number 7 embroidered on his neckline.
"Information just sent from the sympathy room." The man put a document in his hand on Garen's desk.
Picking up the document, Garen glanced at it, and frowned slightly.
Above are the records of the major forces involved in the sneak attack on Nighthawk.
The largest primary color group is on the list, primary color Baihuang, and the person in charge is Granlin, a 56-year-old man who is arrogant and arrogant, has a hot temper and is arrogant and rude. I really don't know how he became the person in charge of Baihuang.
Followed by the Viper mercenaries, this top ten mercenary group in Europe is strong, good at silent hunting tactics, and can solve and complete various tasks one after another with minimal movement. The leader's name is unknown, but he is called King Snake.
Then there is the Baili Group, the boss, Kabu, and the general manager, Medis, who are kind and friendly. It is said that they participated in the battle this time because they were forced to join by the Primary Color Group.
White Phoenix, Viper, and Baili Group, these three are the main participants in this incident, and there are more than a dozen scattered mercenary teams and killer teams at the bottom of the list.
Among them, the ones that caused the greatest losses to Nighthawk were White Phoenix and Viper. The strongest Ohiosi mercenary group under White Phoenix was the second mercenary in Europe, with extremely powerful combat capabilities. They robbed and killed all kinds of antiques that Jay had searched for Gallon, and suppressed Jay and the others. It's still at the headquarters of the men in black.
"White Phoenix Ohios?" Garen put down the information, the man in black, Nighthawk is his right and left hand, Baihuang had been trapped in the predicament of the headquarters being destroyed, now it should be replaced by a person in charge, not the previous one Well, they hadn't done anything before, and now they suddenly assigned the strongest mercenary regiment elite to do it, it must be some kind of new attempt.
The Primary Color Group is a giant, a super giant. They acquiesced in this operation, and it seems that they really plan to fight Nighthawk.
Garen collected his thoughts, knowing that this battle was inevitable, he gently picked up the landline and dialed a number.
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Jay was wearing a black trench coat, a hat and sunglasses, and even most of his face was hidden under the mask, making it impossible to see his face at all.
He walked slowly along the streets of Berlin, mingling with the flow of people coming and going, as if he was just one of many office workers who had caught a cold, inconspicuous.
Passing by a street performer playing the accordion, he looked up at the gloomy white clouds in the sky, and suddenly the phone rang.
He took out his mobile phone, glanced at the number, quickly walked to the corner of an inconspicuous bus stop, and connected the phone.
"boss."
"How is your situation?" Garen's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"The people from Ohios are still following me, but I killed two of them. I need support." Jay didn't dare to relax his vigilance when he replied, his eyes looked left and right from time to time. He suppressed his voice to a very low level, just enough to be heard from the opposite side.
"Listen, Ohios is a member of Baihuang. In fact, this organization is composed of elites drawn from within by Baihuang. They are characterized by very powerful high-tech equipment." Gallon reminded, "Baihuang of various primary colors The most advanced research and development weapons will be applied to them first. You have been unable to get rid of the tracking, it is best to see if there is any problem with yourself."
He paused, "I will send someone over for support, but Ohios has mobilized the official relationship. It is very likely that my people will be monitored as soon as they arrive. At most, it can relieve you of some pressure."
"That's enough. I'll go to Berlin as soon as possible." Jay has long been used to this life-and-death life, and his expression remains unchanged. As long as the boss hasn't given up on him, everything will be fine.
"Be careful," Garen said in the end.
The phone was disconnected, Jay quickly deleted the communication records, and then pressed the forced memory refresh function. Storage tools can restore data to a certain extent. As long as the technology is sufficient, even a hard disk that has been formatted twice can restore most of the data for you. Repeat overlaying and storing dozens of times within a period of time to achieve the effect of complete confidentiality.
Putting away the phone, Jay put his hands in his pockets and quickly left the stop sign.
Not long after, two unremarkable men in casual clothes quickly followed him from different angles in the crowd.
In the distance is a high-rise silver building, inside a spacious office.
Two young men were sitting in front of a strange star-making computer, both wearing black complicated headphones, staring at the computer screen intently.
The shape of the computer is like a shell with two shells. The largest display screen is in front of it, and two almost transparent glass screens are erected on both sides of the two. Surveillance images are constantly flashing on the translucent screen.
These pictures are divided into palm-sized areas, densely arranged on the screen, and it seems that they are all shot from a high-altitude angle.
"The other party used an isolation suit, or something to isolate the radiation signal. Let the electronic mosquito fly closer." A man's voice came from behind the two.
"Boss, you're here." The two stood up and turned around at the same time.
"Be careful not to lose it." The visitor waved his hand indifferently, "How long can the scent tracking last?"
"About thirty-five minutes."
The visitor nodded.
"Let He Yezhu go out, it's time for her to do it when she comes back from vacation."
This man has a fair complexion, a hooked nose, a hint of sternness in his eyes, his chin is slightly raised, and his height is close to 1.9 meters. He looks arrogant when he talks and looks at people.
He is Granlin, the new head of Baihuang. He was very dissatisfied with his predecessor, and brought a lot of his own power as soon as he came to power.
"Nighthawks have a special way to stimulate their own potential. If they can be captured alive, try to capture them alive. According to the R&D department, this method of stimulating their potential is likely to have a new impact on our existing technology. , maybe it can produce new results." Granin ordered.
"Understood." The two commanders and monitors nodded immediately.
Their fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, and wireless signals were continuously sent out one by one.
From time to time, a mercenary hidden in the crowd raised his wrist to look at his watch. From time to time new tiny characters flashed on their black watches.
Granin watched his subordinates mobilize their forces to encircle and suppress Jay, but his heart grew more and more anticipation.
Since Nighthawk became famous, the root cause of its power has attracted more and more suspicion and research from the outside world. Until not long ago, a high-ranking man in black who defected revealed a shocking secret.
This is the key reason why the top executives of Primary Color strongly support Baihuang's attack on Nighthawk.
Thinking of the kind of discovery that would allow ordinary people to have the opportunity to be extraordinary and powerful, Granin felt ruthless in his heart.
"We must obtain the secret method to absorb the energy of antique relics! Nighthawk is so powerful, it is likely that this secret method was produced! It has become so powerful in just a few years."
Thinking of this, his heart became even hotter.
(end of this chapter)