Follow Han Feihu through a temporary passage.

Su Mu met Hu Jianjun.

The expression on Lao Hu's face was a little serious. Although he was complacent, Su Mu still saw the tension deep in his eyes.

Su Mu could only sigh secretly.

If it were yourself, he would have fought a duel that would definitely lose, and this would be the case.

Practice is not about treating guests to dinner.

Some people do not have the talent for cultivation, and no matter how many means they have, they cannot become ancient martial artists.

Although the sects usually cannot be invisible, those who have the talent for cultivation in the secular world have long been screened countless times.

Some people can reach the peak of acquired life through hard practice.

Some people have extremely talented people and can become ancient martial artists even when they sleep.

Lao Hu’s ceiling is the peak of acquired nature.

With the blessing of Xingtian Project, it is a great opportunity for the body to compete with ancient martial artists.

Hu Jianjun was wearing a training uniform but not wearing a slap. He just nodded to Su Mu and followed him silently.

When they walked to the surveillance center, Mr. Hu and Jiang Wangshu were both there.

Zhuo Buli was there, only the expression on his face seemed very relaxed.

Han Feihu gave a textbook-like military salute to Mr. Hu, but without saying a word, he turned around and retreated with the two regiment commanders behind him.

Mr. Hu's eyes fell on Su Mu, with a keen look:

"Go."

Su Mu nodded.

Jiang Wangshu took the lead and took him and Hu Jianjun out.

Behind him are twenty of the most elite special forces kings under Han Feihu.

As soon as he left the door, Su Mu saw the dense bullet holes in front of him, the walls were mottled, and even several walls with irregular weathering gaps exposed.

Above, a few large traditional characters with black background and appear and can only see three libraries, warehouses and parts clearly.

In front of the wall is a small memorial square, with many withered bouquets piled together.

Jiang Wangshu took him and Hu Jianjun to the memorial square.

Here is the warehouse of the World Bank Trust Department Magic City Branch.

The surrounding area has long been martial law. The police are on the outside, and then the troops in the area are in the innermost area. Han Feihu's guard regiment and sharp knife regiment.

For this war, the imperial capital garrison dispatched eight thousand of the most elite special vanguards.

In a solemn atmosphere, looking at the wall in front of him, Jiang Wangshu bowed and bowed.

Su Mu and others raised their hands to salute.

"Let's go."

The moment Lao Jiang straightened his waist, there seemed to be something in his body that he didn't dare to look directly at.

Behind this wall is the world-famous battlefield of defense more than a hundred years ago.

A red carpet was laid all the way to the middle of the Memorial Square and then extended to the east and west sides.

The east entrance belongs to China, the west entrance belongs to Fusang, Japan.

Going around, entering the warehouse, what comes into view is a long negotiating table.

The atmosphere in the warehouse was depressed and silent. The special forces king, who was three meters away, opened his eyes angrily, like the unmoved king.

The west side of the negotiating table was full of people.

More than forty men of different ages.

Sitting in the middle was a young man, about thirty years old, with a look of indifferent and indescribable appearance, giving people a strange feeling of being held.

On his left hand was a fat old man, his hair and eyebrows were a little gray, and he showed a sense of powerlessness without anger.

On the right is a man with a cold face, holding a black sheathed sword in his hand, and his narrow eyes were filled with cold air.

These three people, and the seven men in the second row behind them, were all dressed in black Dahe costumes.

In the third row, there are more than a dozen people wearing suits, including white people and Japanese people.

Su Mu's eyes fell directly to the fourth row.

This is his focus.

The three major tribes of the Heroic Spirit Hall gathered together.

The White Tiger God Son Feng Qingxuan.

Feng Wuchen, the son of the Suzaku, is surrounded by Feng Siming, who has dealt with Su Mu.

The Xuanwu God Zi Feng Zinan was squinting his eyes and staring at Su Mu as if he was looking at a dead person.

Among the few people standing behind them was the nameless strong man who fought with Su Mulan in Mulanchang.

Su Mu's eyes fell on the last row of people sitting.

These people were covered in black robes without any skin.

Su Mu couldn't help but sneer secretly.

When the other party came, he drove a convoy of 100 vehicles with diplomatic licenses, and there was a huge logistics team of more than 500 people. He was waiting to serve these people at any time.

Bodyguards, assistants, servants, drivers, etc.

Just in case, the other party even brought the water they drank.

There is also an expert team of thirty people, whose full responsibilities are to check whether everything provided by China is toxic.

It is a strange thing that a villain has reached this level.

Of course, this is completely understandable.

What is the point of making a point?

Su Mu has seen more outstanding people.

This little book is so petty.

Is the Hongwu Zhu family low-key enough?

But the genealogy is so clear that it is for you.

All food, clothing, housing and transportation are produced by oneself.

Take the most common eggs for example.

The eggs that the Zhu family eats are the best varieties to raise, and the eggs they eat are only the first one laid by each hen.

Don't want anything else.

If a chicken that eats eggs only lays one egg, it will be considered as completing its mission.

This egg has a special name, called... Jinbuchang.

But Su Mu called it nonsense.

This is the foundation.

This is called making a point.

There is no need to show off and show off.

When Jiang Wangshu brought Su Mu and others in, there was a sudden commotion in the originally silent field.

"Baga."

"Dare you despise us so much?"

“It’s so rude.”

The Japanese people in the second row behind Sato looked over angrily at the same time.

Jiang Wangshu felt as if he had returned to his home, and he just pulled out the chair and sat down without caring.

Sato's eyes immediately jumped slightly.

However, the gray-haired Defense Minister beside him had no expression throughout the whole process, and was still like a wood carving.

After Jiang Wangshu sat down, the first thing he did was waved directly:

"Come here."

A middle-aged man walked out quickly and leaned over and asked:

"Please speak."

Jiang Wangshu looked around at several young women in black suits around him and frowned:
To be continued...