Chapter 362 The Secret War
The Malayan Archipelago, the largest archipelago in the world, is dotted with more than 20,000 islands. It has a tropical rainforest climate and a tropical monsoon climate, with hot and rainy weather all year round.
"Boss Smith, long time no see!" The young man in beach shorts waved excitedly to the man who had just gotten off the private plane.
Smith responded to the young man's welcome with a smile.
As soon as he stepped out of the plane, he was faced with the refreshing wind, the blue sky and sea, leisurely clouds, and the distant shadows of trees undulating in the wind.
After an absence of more than ten years, he returned to this small island as a safe house alone.
Everyone in the Presbyterian Church has no fewer than dozens of safe houses across the country, and they are unaware of each other. Even Fu Jin may not know the location of these "safe houses."
Smith has not been back for more than ten years. If it were not for unexpected circumstances, he would still be in France, dealing with the unfinished business left over from last month.
He walked along the handrail to the top floor and leaned on the railing to look out. Even the air was filled with the scent of a Southeast Asian island that he had been away from for a long time, as if it contained the sweetness of coconut and the mellowness of coffee.
The sky is as clear as a mirror. After the fog that gradually rises in the distance dissipates, the golden sunlight falls diagonally into the buildings on the island. The sunlight slowly advances, and the shadow of the city is stretched diagonally. Coconut trees are planted scatteredly among the white houses.
The trees stood upright, and the people on the island smiled and walked out of their homes in the morning light...
Smith sighed softly.
He hasn't been back for more than ten years, and this island seems to be the same as before. It's just that the young people are getting older and the young children are growing up. In his eyes, this is like the coconut trees that are getting taller and slowly showing their decay.
There is no difference between the modern buildings.
Everything on this island is "captive" by Smith.
Everything on the island belongs to Smith personally, including these ordinary people who are also employed by Smith's industries in various ways.
Some guys resign and go into the arms of another company, just moving from Smith's left hand to his right hand.
He raised these humans and watched them grow from babbling to starting a family, from being in their prime to growing old, from birth to death, and he was still not old, but interspersed in their lives with different identities one after another.
, playing different roles.
The more he plays, the more he feels he understands human beings.
As for the reason for such boring behavior, Smith thought about it for a long time, but the final answer was still the word "boring".
They have little interest in conquering the world, and glory and wealth are easily available. Sometimes they think about life, which is a bit boring. If Edcho's plan hadn't been supporting them, maybe Smith would have chosen to die.
Smith slowly bent down, holding the fence with both hands, looking at the hurried humans down the mountain like a colony of ants, the undulating blue coastline further away, and the blue sky and white clouds among the fluttering wings of seabirds.
I heard that the birthplace your Majesty chose for yourself is a small town in southern China, where you can't see the sea or such a blue sky.
He has been to China. The buildings in China are always lined up one after another. In the bustling cities, you can't see the sky, because the mirror-like bright buildings will reflect the sunlight, which is white and dazzling. On the contrary, you can see the sky in sparsely populated villages.
Go to the vast distance, where the blue and white sky can be seen, and there are large golden flower fields, and fireflies dance in the fields under the night sky.
After hearing about this at that time, Smith was thinking how hard it must have been for His Majesty to choose to be born in that small town.
Is it to avoid them all? Or is there anyone in that city worth missing?
But they had cleaned up His Majesty's life before his awakening, as well as the ugly faces of those ridiculous human beings who didn't know what was good or bad, and who took things too far, but they couldn't find anything worthy of Your Majesty's nostalgia.
Smith looked at the sky where seabirds were passing by, feeling a little lost.
What is your Majesty looking for?
Is it the old-fashioned green mailbox downstairs in the community with newspapers inserted and occasionally a postcard from the so-called "parents"?
Or is it the paulownia path that always sheds shade and leads to the Internet cafe?
Or maybe it’s the campus lovers quietly walking in and out under the incandescent lights in the classroom?
Or the rooftop where you can always see the endless traffic on the viaduct in the distance, and enjoy exclusively the wind from the top floor, the skylight and the different smells of the city from spring to autumn?
To this day, Smith still has not been able to understand, just as he has never understood why these humans in his captivity, even though they only have a short period of a few decades in the spring, autumn, cold and heat, can always permeate their lives with laughter, and can also be able to laugh before they die.
He closed his eyes with satisfaction.
Human beings are too complex.
Your Majesty is even more complicated.
Smith accepted without surprise that they never really knew the truth about His Majesty.
They didn't know what the man who sat on the throne those years wanted, because he never told them what he wanted.
He thought that by understanding humans, he could understand His Majesty, but in fact, he still hasn't been able to fully understand humans.
Smith suddenly raised his head. His gaze was sharper than that of a hawk, capable of penetrating a place more than ten miles away. A familiar and unfriendly atmosphere was invading this island that belonged to him.
He has enough time to choose to escape or prepare to fight to the death.
But he did nothing in the end. After a long silence, he turned around and walked into the bustling crowd in the town below.
He hasn't been here for a long time, and he only comes here once in a while to meet his "friends" who are growing up or getting old.
"Good morning, Mr. Smith!"
"Long time no see, Mr. Smith!"
"Mr. Smith, my son is getting married. It's a pity that I couldn't invite you to attend!"
"Hi, Mr. Smith, do you remember me?"
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Warm greetings of all kinds came one after another.
Smith greeted these acquaintances patiently, said goodbye to each of his warm acquaintances, and finally walked into a local specialty store.
"Hi, Mr. Smith!" The boss walked out in disbelief and exclaimed, "Long time no see!"
"Yes, long time no see." Smith sighed softly and hugged the boss, "What specialties do we have here?"
"Do you want to give it to a friend?" the boss introduced enthusiastically, "Our white coffee, mango and durian are very famous here. If you want to give it to a girl, you might also consider our special batik cloth. I have friends who have reported a lot
Foreign girls like our special style of batik cloth, and it is said that tin products are also very popular."
Smith rubbed his chin and said in deep thought: "Then each of you can pack two portions for me. I want the best, and you know it."
"Of course!" the boss laughed, "who on this island doesn't know Mr. Smith's name! Shall I arrange it for you and deliver it to your home?"
"No, no, no." Smith shook his finger, "Help me arrange international express delivery directly. The address is here, and also bring me a letter of greetings."
"No problem, have you specified the content of the letter?" The boss took a note from Smith.
Smith thought for a while and said, "Do you have paper and pen?"
"Can postcards and ballpoint pens be accepted?"
"Pick the one with the best view."
"As you wish, my Mr. Smith." The boss humorously selected the best postcard and handed it to him. He leaned over and asked curiously, "What are you going to write?"
"That's exactly what I'm hesitating about." Smith raised his eyebrows.
"How is your relationship with that friend?" the boss asked.
"Well, it's not very good. He may not remember me anymore." Smith said with a regretful smile.
"Ah...is that so?" The boss scratched his head, "How about writing a little about your past, maybe it can stir up the other person's memory."
"The past..." Smith murmured, "It's not fun to remember. Let's change it to something else. Ah, I thought of it."
He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled. The boss was stunned and said sincerely: "Although I haven't seen you for a long time, I still want to say that I haven't seen you smile like this for a long time."
Smith didn't pay attention. He lowered his head and wrote a brief sentence, and then handed the postcard to his boss.
"Please put this postcard in for me and send it to my friend."
When Smith said the last two words, he paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and smiled narrowly.
"Of course it's no problem." The boss took the postcard, but just lowered his head. When he looked up again, Smith was gone.
He chased out of the store and looked around. On both sides of the street, there were children holding balloons laughing and running, and a girl riding a bicycle wearing a white skirt that only reached her knees, but he could not find Mr. Smith.
It's like he came quietly and left quietly. The small town on this island has long been used to his absence.
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On the sea more than ten miles away from the island.
Smith walked on the frozen ice and looked up at the old friend in mid-air who didn't know whether to call him "old friend" or not.
"Why don't you try to escape?" asked the man visiting from afar.
"No need, I'm tired of living a long time ago." Smith said calmly, "Besides, can you really kill me completely? It's nothing more than sleeping for hundreds of years."
Frisis said indifferently: "I don't need to actually kill you, and I don't have the patience to find the location of your eggs."
"What, prepare to clear the battlefield?" Smith laughed sarcastically, "Kill us, what can you get, a battlefield that no one will disturb? But even if you don't do this, no one will disturb you to challenge him for the second time.
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Frisis's eyes fell behind him, on the island town more than ten miles away, and suddenly said: "In the past few hundred years, has your so-called plan to study human beings been successful? Do you understand what you want?
Do you understand humans?"
"What's the matter? Will Frixis, who is supreme in blood, also care about the ants that desecrate the dragon's blood?" Smith chuckled.
"It seems that even if you don't understand it, you have at least learned the skills of speaking." Frisius sighed, "Smith, let me ask again, do you want to stand by my side this time?"
Smith didn't rush to answer him.
He slowly took off the sunglasses pinned to the floral shirt on his chest, put them on, and said slowly: "I'm sorry, I don't serve anyone. You can do whatever you want in this world. I'll come back in a few hundred years to see who of you is the final winner."
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France, airport.
At this moment, the entrance to the private airport is already occupied by XE Company personnel, who are preparing to welcome Amir experts from India to visit the company for guidance.
As an authoritative expert in related fields, Mr. Amir held more than 400 patents in his lifetime, which has a profound impact on the company's long-term development...
"boom!"
The loud noise of the explosion still overturned the long-awaited representatives of XE Company even though it was hundreds or thousands of meters away. They looked up in disbelief and looked at the fireball exploding in the air. It was difficult to imagine the Amir expert who would have a profound influence on the future of the company.
He just died in a ridiculous plane crash!
Oh, God!
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Brazil.
Groups of police cars drove past in a straight line on the street with their sirens blaring.
Today, the Brazilian police just uncovered and foiled a terrorist attack. A businessman from the state of Pará in northern Brazil drove to the presidential palace carrying large-caliber weapons and explosive devices because he was dissatisfied with the then president.
Fortunately, the Brazilian police solved the disaster in time.
The police chief was listening to the praise from the Presidential Palace with a smile, and kept loudly declaring that he would conduct strict interrogations and find out the real culprit behind the scenes as soon as possible.
Just as he was talking eloquently, a busy tone suddenly came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, sir? Can you hear..."
The explosion outside the window instantly shattered the glass of the police station!
The sound of the explosion spread infinitely, and the director looked in disbelief at the direction of the explosion, which was exactly the direction of the Presidential Palace...
"Sir...can you still hear me?" Mr. Director murmured.
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"I understand. I will inform the owner of the family and you must ensure the safety of the scene."
Sakura put down the phone, quickly walked out of the office, walked up to the top floor, and came to Yuan Zhisheng's side who was blowing the air on the rooftop.
"I don't know how well they are doing in China." Yuan Zhisheng sighed softly. As for Eri Yi, he didn't believe that a guy named Lu dared to make Eri Yi unhappy.
"Master, something happened!" Ying didn't answer, but said solemnly.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Zhisheng frowned, realizing the seriousness of the matter.
Since the Hakuo incident, although the Sheqi family has lost part of its prestige in the underworld due to Herzog's incident, thanks to the return of the fierce ghosts, the family's power has generally shown a sharp upward trend, which has greatly affected the situation of the Japanese underworld.
His control has not declined but has increased. The territory that once belonged to the Fierce Ghosts is now officially part of the family.
The family has once again regained its former glory of dominating the underworld.
In this case, everything should be under the control of the family.
"The young president of the Inagawa Society has just returned to China, and he was found dead in the hotel just now." Sakura said with a solemn expression, "The environment at the scene is like a war. We have sealed off the scene. You can call at any time.
Go."
"Daochuan meeting?" Yuan Zhisheng frowned.
As a long-established underworld organization in Japan, the Inagawa Society has always been an important pillar for the Eight Sheqi Family to control the Japanese underworld. Something happened to their young president in Tokyo...
"Are there no witnesses?"
"No, it's very strange. The scene was obviously as tragic as if it had been through a war, but there were no witnesses, and no one even heard any suspicious noises."
"I understand. My priority is to appease the senior leaders of the Daochuan Association. I will personally meet with their president."
(End of chapter)
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