The dark world is undercurrent.
Middle-earth is also far from peaceful.
Throughout late June, in a hidden place unknown to the world, countless things that seemed accidental but were inevitable in combination were operating in an intense and orderly manner.
Middle Continent, Eastern Island, Northern Europe, North America...
In a tense atmosphere where a storm is about to come, the entire dark world seems to have formed an overall situation and a general trend.
Unfathomable, impossible to grasp.
For the players in Middle-earth, most of the entire second half of June is spent in meetings.
Decision-making bureau meetings, military meetings, Kunlun City special operations meetings, internal meetings of major combat organizations, and joint meetings of multiple organizations...
busy!
Under the surface calm, everyone is busy.
chaos!
Obviously nothing happened, but everyone felt an extremely uncomfortable sense of chaos.
But there is order in the chaos.
After almost every meeting, Zhongzhou's entire plan will move forward. Under the hustle and bustle, every step forward is extremely clear and stable. Although the situation is chaotic, everyone in Zhongzhou is confident. Full.
The entire Central Continent's special operations forces seem to have fallen into an extremely crazy state. For the wonderful future prospects, Central Continent has used all its resources and suppressed the possibility of failure to a minimum.
Then there’s the investment.
Keep investing.
In this nationwide effort to seek the East Island, when it comes to craziness, Admiral Ning Zhiyuan, commander of the Eastern Theater Command of Central Continent, is undoubtedly the craziest one.
His actions surprised and even stunned everyone in the country.
As the staunchest supporter of this conspiracy to overthrow the country, among the nearly 2,000 special warfare elites in the first batch of Zhongzhou who infiltrated the East Island, nearly 500 of the most powerful elites came from the eastern theater.
Among the five theaters, Kunlun City, major special warfare agencies and two major special warfare academies, the eastern theater directly used a quarter of the manpower.
Just when everyone thought this was crazy enough, the list of the second batch of elites who had sneaked into the East Island was also sent to everyone in the game.
Everyone's first impression when they saw this list was that Ning Zhiyuan was crazy.
There are 600 Burning Fire Realm masters, 118 of them from the Eastern War Zone!
The total number of Burning Fire Realm experts in the entire eastern theater seems to be less than 130 people.
What do you want to do
Including the first batch of 500 elites sent away, at this moment, the elite combat effectiveness in the eastern theater can be said to be at a low state that has not been seen in decades.
Among the five theaters in Central Continent, the Eastern Theater has always been recognized as a large theater with comprehensive strength second only to the Central Theater. However, with Ning Zhiyuan's two decisions, the status of the Eastern Theater plummeted, almost immediately reaching the end of the five theaters.
And this kind of strength is destined to be irreparable in a short period of time.
After all, this is not as simple as sending people to the East Island. When sending people out, the files of the elite soldiers belonging to the Eastern Theater will also be destroyed in the Eastern Theater database.
From this perspective, every elite in the eastern theater who enters the East Island can actually be regarded as a member of the Snow Dance Legion.
Even if the Southeast Group wants to use this power to control part of the Xuewu Legion's voice, there is no need for them to intervene when such a war is about to break out. After all, the Xuewu Legion still relies on the will of Kunlun City. , the war started, and Kunlun City could inflict heavy losses on hundreds of elites belonging to the eastern theater with just a little thought. The Southeast Group would not understand this truth, but why did it act like this this time
If all of this is just about Ning Zhiyuan being selfless and dedicated to serving the country, then even a fool would not believe it.
But after everyone in the game has observed the major groups in Central Continent, it is difficult to detect any undercurrent.
Although people intuitively feel that this is a game between the Southeast Group, the Special Operations Group, and even more groups, at least on the surface, it is that the major groups are united and working hard for the Central Continent conspiracy.
At the very least, President Li Huacheng has praised Ning Zhiyuan on more than one occasion for his dedication to the country and his lack of mountaineering spirit.
But Ning Zhiyuan's boss behind the scenes, Wang Tianzong, the head of the Beihai Wang clan, has remained silent.
Wang Tianzong became more and more silent.
Gradually, the attention of some interested people shifted to Ning Zhiyuan.
The dark world is experiencing ups and downs, but Middle Continent is completely normal.
But this seeming normality is the biggest abnormality.
When the general trend in the distance attracts everyone's attention, there will often be some quiet overturns happening around us, which are not obvious, but may be extremely important.
More and more people began to study Ning Zhiyuan.
Low-key, silent, tolerant, kind, tough externally, weak internally, good at compromise and giving up, good at handling complex situations...
This is Ning Zhiyuan in everyone's impression.
He has been like this for many years.
And now...
The same seems to be true.
The afterglow of the setting sun casts the last trace of light and shadow on the horizon.
The bright moon rises, but the setting sun has not yet faded.
Darkness and dusk spread as they advanced and retreated.
In the ancient capital of Jinling, in the compound of the Eastern War Zone, Ning Zhiyuan, dressed in a straight military uniform, walked quietly to his small building No. 3.
Occasionally, a patrolling guard would salute him along the way. Ning Zhiyuan always returned the salute meticulously, with no trace of perfunctoriness in his movements.
This general, who can be said to be the top figure in the Central Continent military, has an ordinary figure and an ordinary appearance. In the trance of the approaching night, the military uniform he wears with military rank does not seem to enhance his aura, but makes him look... Going up is more low-key.
Most of the time, Ning Zhiyuan's expression is calm, not serious, not deep, and can't be said to be kind or ordinary. Instead, it gives people the feeling that he is thinking seriously about something. The outside world's evaluation of him or Weak or low-key or disdainful, there has never been any doubt about his control over the eastern theater.
In the many compromises over the years, the powerful figures from other groups in the Eastern Theater Area have been changed again and again, but no one has really made Ning Zhiyuan suffer. Even a powerful general of the Prince Group like Tan Qinghua has been fighting against Ning Zhiyuan. He didn't take any advantage in the battle. He even lost his son and was forced to leave the Eastern Theater Command that he had been operating for several years. All the results were achieved through Ning Zhiyuan's seemingly step-by-step compromise.
Such a method can be called wisdom.
This military general who is deeply trusted by Wang Tianzong is definitely a powerful figure worthy of careful study by anyone, but invisibly, he has become a figure that everyone will subconsciously ignore.
The night is filling the air, and the speed is getting faster and faster.
Ning Zhiyuan passed by the patrolling guards and continued walking towards his residence.
The guard stood there and looked at Ning Zhiyuan for a long time, then shook his head and continued patrolling.
The transfer of a large number of elite experts from the Eastern Theater Command was no secret. Although ordinary soldiers did not know where these people had been transferred, their departure from the Eastern Theater Command could not be hidden from everyone.
In the last few days of June, not only the upper-level officials in Central Continent were studying Ning Zhiyuan, but even the guards in the eastern theater were also very curious about Ning Zhiyuan's actions.
Ning Zhiyuan reached out and opened the door of Building 3 and walked into the lobby.
His wife is not here usually, and his son has already fallen out with him, and he seems to have stayed away from each other for a long time. He usually lives alone in this two-story wooden building, which is so clean that it is almost cold. Ning Zhiyuan has long been used to this. In this state, when you walk through the entrance, you will turn on the light.
"The light is too bright, it's glaring."
A voice suddenly sounded from the living room. It was light, soft and gentle. The other party's control of the voice was simply superb. The voice floated into Ning Zhiyuan's ears and stopped spreading backwards.
Ning Zhiyuan's palm that pressed the light switch paused slightly.
The last ray of the setting sun outside the window completely dissipated.
The hall was dimly lit and silent.
Ning Zhiyuan walked into the living room with a calm expression. Through the light and shadow, he could vaguely see the silhouette of a human being sitting on the sofa in the living room.
He just sat quietly, not drinking water or touching the fruit plate in front of him, just sitting.
"This is not where you should be."
Ning Zhiyuan walked over and sat down opposite him, frowning.
In the darkness, the shadow that had been doing this for who knows how long laughed silently, with unknown meaning.
Ning Zhiyuan also seemed to feel that his words were a bit inappropriate. He blew down his eyelids and said calmly: "At least now, this is not the place you should come. If anything happens, we can contact you through emergency channels, or we can meet at other places. It’s safer than here.”
"I know you've been busy recently. And I don't know how many people's eyes are staring at you now. I'm afraid that every time you go to the toilet, you will be recorded in the book, right? How about it? It's a lot of pressure? Can you still resist it?"
The shadow chuckled, and in the darkness, his voice became softer and softer, with a heart-warming intimacy.
"good."
Ning Zhiyuan sighed, shook his head and said, "There is always pressure. But you have to do what you have to do."
He reached out and rubbed his temples, then took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the black figure in front of him: "I have a headache. I hope I can have a good sleep at night. If nothing happens, just leave as soon as possible. Whenever you are here too much, If I stay there for one second, I will be on tenterhooks for one second.”
"It doesn't matter."
The black shadow shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "You have already mobilized almost all the masters in the war zone, and no one else can find my trace. Moreover, it has just fallen into the night, so even if you want to leave, it is not a good time. Wait until night Go deeper before going."
Ning Zhiyuan frowned but did not speak.
The shadow lowered his head and unfolded the A4 paper.
In the darkness, the A4 paper was vaguely filled with writings, which seemed to be names of people. Almost every name had some simple symbols scratched on it, but in two colors: black and red.
A blue electric light flashed in front of the black shadow.
The light illuminated the names on the paper and then went out in an instant.
"Although I already know the result, I still have to say that you are really crazy this time. Just for this list, it is worth the risk for us to meet tonight."
The shadow shook his head and sighed, his tone becoming softer.
Ning Zhiyuan snorted and said nothing.
"How did you convince Tianzong?"
Black Shadow asked suddenly, with pure curiosity in his tone and no malice.
"he... "
Ning Zhiyuan shook his head: "He has been in a bad state recently. He is probably worried about Shengxiao. I made this decision before Tianzong even talked to me about it. And after all, this is the power of Zhongzhou and belongs to the Southeast Group, but it is also It cannot be said that it is a private army of the Southeast Group. The president has already expressed his position, so it is not convenient for him to say anything more."
"Um... "
In the darkness, the black shadow pondered slightly, and then nodded: "Shengxiao, Cangqiong and Heitong have been to the East Island for almost a week. In addition, Kunlun City can't sit still anymore, and the Ice Soul Frost Sword seems to have left Central Continent, hey , all want to find their heirs, if they had known this, why bother in the first place."
Ning Zhiyuan remained silent.
"This list..."
The shadow hesitated slightly: "Is this your decision? After I leave today, if you want to regret it, it will be too late. Now..."
"What now?"
Ning Zhiyuan said calmly: "Regret? Am I qualified?"
The shadow fell silent.
Does Ning Zhiyuan have the right to regret
No one can give an exact answer to this question except himself.
"It's you, you should think about it in the future. When everything comes to the surface, where will you go?"
Ning Zhiyuan's tone was calm: "A domestic slave with the third surname is not a good title."
"Bullshit family slave with three surnames."
The black shadow sneered: "I only have one position. Has it changed over the years?"
In the darkness, the two were silent to each other.
"No matter what...we have paid so much, one day we will get what we want."
After a long time, the black shadow spoke softly, with a somewhat erratic tone.
"I believe."
Ning Zhiyuan nodded, but his tone was a little cold: "Comparing what you pay with what you want, is it really worth it? Especially for you?"
"Worth it... Not worth it... Worth it..."
The black shadow silently recited a few words, and suddenly he sneered: "What does it matter if it's worth it? If it's dead, it's dead!"
His tone was cold, but his indifference to everything contained a sadness and guilt that went deep into his bones.
The corner of Ning Zhiyuan's mouth moved. He couldn't see the black shadow's face clearly, and he didn't dare to look at it for a while.
"sorry... "
The admiral opened his mouth and said in a dry and hoarse tone: "I am ashamed of you."
"Back then... that was my decision, for the sake of the overall situation."
Black Shadow shook his head and said in a low tone: "If you have a chance, say thank you to Qiancheng for me."
Ning Zhiyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head without saying much.
"I took the list with me."
The black shadow stood up and raised the list in his hand: "Someone asked me to say thank you."
"who?"
Ning Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly condensed.
"Anyone. Everyone should say thank you to you. You deserve it."
Amidst the indifferent words, there seemed to be light vaguely reflected in the hall outside the window.
The darkness in the living room receded, and the black figure holding the list had completely disappeared.
Ning Zhiyuan sat where he was, his rank of general shining with majestic golden light in the night. He sighed deeply, tired and weak, like a statue full of cracks.
... ...
at the same time.
Youzhou.
Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.
A specially modified Mercedes-Benz sedan, escorted by several other cars, slowly drove into the hotel's antique door and finally stopped in front of Building No. 12.
The well-trained driver got out of the car immediately. After instinctively observing the surroundings, he bent down and opened the rear door.
A tall and thin middle-aged man stepped out of the car and casually closed the buttons of his black suit.
The middle-aged man looks about forty years old, with a thin and handsome face and an indifferent expression. His lips are slightly pursed, giving him an extremely determined look. The most attractive thing is his eyes.
In the night, he raised his head and looked at the lights in front of Building No. 12, his eyes slightly narrowed. Those eyes were like an abyss, wise and profound, and unfathomably calm.
A girl who looked as quiet and well-behaved as possible followed the middle-aged man out of the car. She blinked her big eyes and looked at the State Guesthouse in front of her curiously: "Dad, why did you bring me here?"
The sound of high heels hitting the ground echoed in the building.
A woman who looked extremely elegant and gentle appeared in front of Building No. 12. The woman wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had a pretty and charming appearance. She had completely lost all her youthfulness. She looked mature and intellectual, and her every move was full of charm. It has the charm and confidence of a mature woman.
"Eh? Aunt Ning? Why are you here?"
The quiet girl next to the middle-aged man opened her eyes wide.
The woman who no longer looked young but could hardly be related to the word aunt was also stunned, and then she smiled sweetly and said: "Xinyan, if you don't stay in Huating, why are you here? Ha, being beaten by your father Are you being fooled? Let me tell you, it's too late for you to leave now. Your dad has no good intentions and most likely tricked you into coming on a blind date. There are several young talents from Europe and North America upstairs, all of whom are top-notch. Handsome guy, but..."
She paused, looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a smile and said: "Old Han, you made the wrong calculation this time. Those people upstairs are all surrounding the real goddess now. , looking like they want to get closer but don’t dare, as if the goddess is honored to take a look at them. In this state, can a new face still have a good impression when seeing them? At least let me see it, it’s not as good as our Houlong It’s pleasing to the eye.”
"Professor Ning is joking."
The middle-aged man smiled calmly: "Although I, Han Donglou, am not a big shot, my daughter is not reduced to a blind date. Today I am just bringing a new look for fun."
Ning Xinyi, vice president of Huating University, dean of the Business School, a famous economics professor in Zhongzhou, the daughter-in-law of the wealthy Zhang family of Huating, and also Ning Qiancheng's aunt.
The middle-aged man is Han Donglou, the patriarch of the Huating Han family, the founder of Asia's largest fund, Shengshi Fund, a super financial predator notorious in the international financial market.
Although the Han family is a neutral wealthy family, they have always been familiar with the Zhang family and have a very good personal relationship. If the heirs of the two families, Han Xinyan and Zhang Houlong, didn't have a little feeling for each other, maybe the two families would really take advantage of this to get married.
"Aunt Ning, what are you talking about? What kind of goddess, blind date?"
Han Xinyan looked confused.
Ning Xinyi chuckled and said mysteriously, "You'll know when you go up and take a look."
"Everyone is here?"
Han Donglou walked into Building 12 and asked casually.
"It's not the appointed time yet."
Ning Xinyi shook her head: "There are still a few people who are not here. The Prime Minister is on the way, and the representative of the Beihai Wang family is with the Prime Minister."
Han Donglou nodded, and several people came to the door of an exquisite conference room and pushed in.
There were only a few young people sitting in the conference room.
There were three men and two women. Although the conference room was not big, there were only three of them, but it still seemed extremely deserted.
The three young men in their thirties are all Westerners, with white skin, blond or brown hair, tall stature, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and high spirits. They are indeed rare Western handsome men.
When Han Donglou and others came in, opposite three Western men, in the position closest to the main seat, a woman who looked to be in her early twenties said something casually and casually.
At that moment, the three young men who were still very aura leaned forward almost at the same time, and even their smiles became eager. A man with dazzling blond hair in the middle responded almost as fast as he could. As the woman spoke, the smile was so bright that it even reminded Han Xinyan of the pug he had raised a few years ago that liked to wag its tail at him.
This change was so clear and obvious that Han Xinyan opened her mouth subconsciously with a look of astonishment on her face.
She turned her head subconsciously.
In her sight, sitting closest to the main seat was a young woman whom she could not describe at all.
The other party was wearing a black suit and a white shirt, revealing a section of her snow-white neck. Her long hair was tied up casually. She faced the three young men in front of her with an eager and flattering smile like a pet dog. There was a hint of delicacy in her face. The sharp face is light, a little cold, but as beautiful as a dream.
Han Xinyan had never seen such beauty.
It's extremely beautiful, the kind of beauty that can make people feel frightened.
It is a feeling of aggression that is almost irresistible to both men and women.
goddess!
Thinking of Ning Xinyi's evaluation, Han Xinyan nodded subconsciously, deeply agreeing with this evaluation.
If there really is a goddess in the world, this is probably it.
There is a refreshing fragrance in the conference room, which is natural and rich, like the most rare and elegant natural body fragrance for women.
Han Xinyan was in a daze.
This was not the first time she had seen the woman in front of her.
About two months ago, she appeared on the night when Ning Qiancheng killed Tan Xilai.
At that time, someone called her Mr. Qin...
she...
It seems like that... that Li... Li Tianlan's woman
Han Xinyan felt a little confused in her heart for no reason, and even felt a little ridiculous.
This proud, cold, dreamy goddess-like woman in front of me can also have a man
She shook her head hard.
Ning Xinyi had already chuckled and said, "Everyone, let me introduce you."
He pointed at Han Donglou and said with a smile: "This is Mr. Han Donglou, the founder of Shengshi Fund. You should not be too unfamiliar with him, right?"
The three Western youths were startled, and then they noticed Han Donglou walking in. Thinking of their performance just now, the three of them seemed a little embarrassed, but they still stood up.
"Hello, Mr. Han, I am Luke Habbs, from the German Empire."
The young man on the far left stood up with a smile and took the initiative to extend his palm to Han Donglou. His light green eyes looked extremely clear. After he recovered from his trance, his every move seemed to have a certain Very rigorous style.
Han Xinyan fainted.
The Germanic Habsburgs
In the German Empire, and even in Europe as a whole, this was a real behemoth.
Looking at Luke Habbs' clear and soft smile, it was really hard for Han Xinyan to connect with the one just now, no, those three pugs.
"I'm Raymond Westmintle."
The young man on the far right also came over with a smile and shook hands with Han Donglou. His brown hair was neatly combed and seemed to reflect a soft shimmer, and he was equally elegant.
The corners of Han Xinyan's mouth twitched again.
Westminster, this is an ancient wealthy family from the Star Kingdom. Even in the entire North America, it is enough to be listed as one of the top wealthy families.
"I am Xiu."
The handsome young man in the center who looked like a young god spoke last. Under his dazzling blond hair, there was a handsome, beautiful and confident face: "Hugh Rothschild."
Han Xinyan's heart was numb.
Rothschild.
This surname is now more than just a Grand Duke of the United Kingdom. Not to mention the upper class, I am afraid that a considerable number of ordinary people are aware of the status of this surname in the world's financial market.
Giant.
These are the real giants.
They met their father tonight, and why
Han Donglou shook hands with the three of them, his expression was calm and his tone was extremely polite.
"This one..."
Ning Xinyi hesitated slightly and said with a smile: "We are all in Huating. I wonder if you two have met. Mr. Han, this is Qin Weibai, Mr. Qin."
She paused, feeling that even the transparent bodyguard beside Qin Weibai was not a figure that could be ignored, but she didn't know how to introduce him, so she could only introduce him vaguely: "This is Jueying."
Qin Weibai stood up, with a faint smile on his cold face: "Hello, Mr. Han."
"Hello, Mr. Qin."
Han Donglou responded simply.
Qin Weibai didn't reach out.
Neither does Han Donglou.
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A big chapter of 7,000 words~I won’t talk nonsense about two chapters in one. In fact, what I want to say is that this chapter is no less than the normal two chapters-. -