Cynthia District, Italy
Granin was dressed in a white suit, got off the white sports car, and looked left and right.
Behind him is a large circular square with many black copper sculptures in the middle. Some children and tourists are scattered on it. From time to time, pigeons rise and fall from the square, making cooing sounds.
Granlin looked back and straightened his suit, and quickly walked to a small building on the street ahead.
bang bang bang.
He knocked directly on the door.
With a click, the door opened from the inside.
"Come in." A middle-aged woman opened the door and said to him. She had dark skin and looked very simple.
"Excuse me." Granin nodded, strode in, handed the car keys to the woman, and the woman went out to drive the sports car to the garage.
The small building is gray and black as a whole, the walls are mottled, and it looks a little old. It is similar to the general residential buildings of ordinary citizens.
Granlin went upstairs in a few steps. The door on the second floor was open. He stood at the door and looked in. In the living room, an old man with white hair was carefully trimming the flower pots and potted plants in the living room.
The old man was wearing gray and white long trousers, and his hair was a little long, tied up and combed into a ponytail hanging behind his head.
"How's it going recently? Come in and sit down." The old man asked without turning his head when he heard footsteps. Hands are still carefully building potted plants.
Granin stood at the door, bowing his head slightly as a salute.
"Father, some very bad things have happened, and I have suffered a great loss." Speaking of this, his complexion was not very good-looking.
The old man nodded and looked back at him.
"I've also heard that your base has been tampered with. It seems that you have offended a serious opponent. How do you plan to solve it?"
Granin already had a draft.
"I'm afraid He Yezhu can't do it alone. I want you to send another person to cooperate."
The old man frowned.
"It's a bit troublesome. I'm not the only old man in the group, you have to understand."
"Of course I understand." Granin nodded, "But even if you don't take charge, Mr. Titan will definitely give you face."
"I bought face with my life." The old man interrupted him. "Now that Leshadi has intervened, this is no longer a simple problem and trouble for Nighthawk."
Granin stopped talking, he was silent, just lowered his head, waiting for his father's decision.
Time passed by, and neither of them spoke anymore, only the constant clicking of potted plants.
After a long time, the old man sighed.
"That man is looking for the twelve masks, the face of sleeplessness. You may be able to start from this aspect, and some of the technologies he has mastered may be very helpful to the group's super-soldier plan. Relying on this may be able to convince the upper management." The old man said in a low voice. sound prompt. He looked back at Granin, "I only have a son like you, don't let me down."
"Yes, Father." Granin nodded deeply.
When he heard the old man's words, he knew that these reasons were all false. The real key was that the old man agreed to let go. This meant that he would give him support at the top of the group, which was the most important thing.
After coming out of the small building, Granin took a deep breath and finally felt a burst of relief all over his body.
The destruction of the base is nothing but some money. If the money is gone, it can be made again, but if something goes wrong in his sole control of the branch, it will be truly fatal.
In his position, he no longer values things like money, but sees the position and authority in it more.
Nighthawk is just a stumbling block on his growth path. If he can't get over this, let alone a series of troubles he will encounter later.
But even though he comforted himself in this way, Granin still bleeds when he thought of the hundreds of billions of funds being completely destroyed. Most of Baihuang's funds are in it. If his father is not a high-level veteran, he may have to be impeached and step down this time.
There was also the loss of the team in Grandot, which made him feel even more painful. These were actually direct troops that he could mobilize, but now, they lost all of them in one fell swoop.
"Nighthawk Garen!!" He repeated the name through gritted teeth.
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Berlin, Germany
Inside an ordinary black building.
Garen gently stroked the grimoire notebook in his hand, and looked at the senior Nighthawks standing in the room with a calm expression.
The bald head was there, Hera was there, Angel was also there, and there were a few high-level people who were not familiar with but had the same status. These people were the real core of the entire Nighthawk. It was also the first batch of Elite Nighthawks that Garen personally trained and taught.
"There are six people left."
With the bright light of the day, Garen stared at the six people in front of him with sharp eyes.
"I taught a total of twelve people at the beginning, but now there are only six people standing in front of me."
He sat on the smooth wooden chair, his eyes swept over the six people over and over again.
"Two people were lost in the previous operation, but a lotus leaf bead killed the four of you in just three days?"
"I made a mistake in command." The bald head stood up and bowed his head and said in a low voice.
"The battle with the original color is over for the time being. Someone will come to take over soon. You go down and cultivate yourself. I will train myself after a while." Garen waved his hand and was too lazy to say more.
"Take over?" Bald Caton and his wife Hera exchanged glances, and both of them saw doubts in each other's eyes.
"Lotus Yezhu will also be dealt with by a special person, don't worry. You can go down now." Garen didn't bother to explain, if he didn't know that he really couldn't blame the bald head and the others. With his temper, everyone in this group would be fine. fruit to eat.
Although the bald head and the others were puzzled, they still exited the room obediently.
After everyone had left, Garen sat alone in the room. The fight with the original color had already spread to the family, and he wanted to settle this matter as soon as possible to avoid harming the family.
After he returned from the White Phoenix Base, he handed over the non-core content of the Dual Phase Waterbird Fist to Rhodes, who would pass it on to the upper echelons. In exchange, the Leshadi Group actually dispatched the core guard, the War God Squad.
The name is indeed vulgar and popular, but the strength is indeed a very terrifying team. As a team sent out to take over the battle between the original color and Nighthawk, the God of War team has extremely terrifying skills and various talents. Almost all members are top talents second only to special mercenaries, and the leader of the team is directly a special mercenary who once fought against He Yezhu, nicknamed Dragon Turtle. Such teams are rare even in primary colors.
"I'll leave all the lotus leaf beads to you." Garen seemed to be talking to himself.
"Don't worry. Since the group entrusted us with the task, we will take full responsibility." Behind a vase on the side of the room, a thin and small man slowly turned around. There was a quick clicking sound, and the whole person grew from a height of less than 1.2 meters to 1.5 meters, 1.6 meters, 1.7 meters, and finally 1.8 meters!
The man was wearing white elastic cloth clothes, with a bald head, no hair, fair skin, and cyan veins clearly visible on the surface of the limbs.
The bald-headed Caton and others were in the room for so long just now, but they failed to discover the existence of this person. This kind of concealment method is simply terrifying.
Garen looked at this man carefully. He was a dragon turtle, and he seemed to have something that mobilized his blood through cultivation. This world doesn't seem to be completely incapable of martial arts.
"The main reason is that I can't find the lotus leaf bead. Her concealment method is indeed very powerful, and this aspect is not what I am good at." Gallon said honestly, his force is so powerful that it is terrifying, but the other party does not show his face at all. In the vast sea of people, it is difficult to find at all.
"Heyezhu, I once fought against him, when he was a man." Long Gui licked his lips, "It's really powerful, but our Lesha Emperor is not something that Heyezhu can resist. Don't worry. "
Garen nodded.
The other party was the Leshadi Group, and the team sent to help took over the grievances between Nighthawk and Primary Color. But having said that, one must also be on guard against such a large group breaking its word. In case the two parties join forces to divide up the resources in his hands, that is also a possibility.
"As long as I can find her, I will handle the rest myself."
Vaguely, traces of cruel aura emanated from him, and the depths of the dragon turtle's eyes shrank slightly.
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Lesser Group, a hidden branch
Luxurious and luxurious lobby-like office
Golden ceiling, silver floor, surrounded by bustling and complex relief silver patterns. Huge and complicated crystal chandeliers hang from all over the hall, forming a regular hexagon.
Under the shining white light.
Rhodes and another blond man sat face to face on both sides of the long table under the chandelier.
Other than that, there was no one else in the huge office.
"Tell me, what is your plan for privately using the right to dispatch a dragon turtle that I gave you?" The blond man gracefully put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with the napkin on the side, and looked up at the opposite person who was also eating. Rhodes.
"Have you read the information I sent you? Brother." Rhodes said seriously, and also put down the tableware.
"I see, but your solution confuses me." The blond man nodded. He has handsome facial features and a cold and elegant temperament, but what's more special is that he exudes a beast-like danger from all over his body. breath. He is one of the few terrorist characters in the Leshadi Group who can rise to the top entirely by his own strength.
"Nighthawk and primary color are not at the same level at all. I don't need to analyze the pros and cons for you to choose which side? It's not a better choice to keep the King of Nighthawk and join forces with primary color. It is conducive to deepening the friendship between us and primary colors."
(end of this chapter)