The streets extend, vehicles pass by, and there are figures running around under various billboards hanging horizontally. Girls walk into the record store and put on their headphones and stand in front of the window to listen to the new music; there are long queues of young people with different clothes on the street, and young people with different clothes are laughing with their companions, waiting to go in and play marbles.

A red car drove here and stopped across the street. The man in a suit wore black leather gloves on his left hand. He opened the car door and invited the woman in the co-pilot out. He walked to a cafe to sit down. The woman named Huizi was stirring the silver spoon and looked at the man opposite him with a gentle look at the man outside the glass window.

"Xia Sang, Xiaoyu didn't come with you?"

"She was on the same flight and was still busy at the airport. We went back together in two days." The man looked at the street scene outside the window, smiled and turned back. Seeing the look of expectant eyes of the woman opposite, he picked up the cup and took a sip of slightly bitter coffee. "This time, it was something. There were many 'weird' bodies found on the sea. I investigated that some organizations were hunting down creatures in the sea. I was familiar with this, so I came here to take a look."

"What's the matter?"

"It has something to do with the Sanhua Club. You know that the third child of the Sanhua Club, Sanhua Kami was kept by me. According to her, the eldest sister and second sister in the family are both very powerful, but at most they engage in whale hunting and smuggling. It is impossible to know the legendary creature in the sea."

The man leaned closer and whispered: "Mermaid." The woman named Huizi threw down the silver spoon, covered her red lips, and showed horror in her eyes. The story of the mermaid has existed since ancient times and is also a fairy tale from childhood. It is normal that it is difficult to accept for a while.

"Xia Sang, is this true?" She confirmed it and asked repeatedly.

"It won't be fake... I saw a hunted mermaid with my own eyes, so I came here and found the leader of the Sanhua Club and questioned it. The 'thing' was acquired by the people behind me. I heard that I also acquired the largest Shouming chaebol in Tokyo that year."

"This... I really want to hear similar news, it seems to be acquired by Yamada Consortium."

"Do you know their structure?"

Huizi stirred the spoon and ripped in the cup, frowned and thought for a while.

"Mount Fuji Bank, Yamada Biotechnology, Yamada Metals, Asahi Heavy Industry, etc.."

"Yamada Biotechnology."

The man named Xia Yi leaned over to the back of the chair and thoughtfully knocked his left hand wearing leather gloves, and his fingertips clattered rhythmically. "Shouming Caibao is also focusing on studying biology. It seems that he wants to restart the other party's 'Million Gods Plan' back then."

The leather gloves clenched into fists, and a series of 'cracks' sounds of bones sounded. Xia Yi looked out the window, raised his eyes and could vaguely see the towering buildings standing in the distance. He sneered at the corner of his mouth, "I haven't tried it for two or three years, and it just activates the muscles and bones."

If the spoon stops there, Huizi's face will be red and drooping, as thin as a mosquito sound: "It's still early... If I don't mind, I'll go back and clean the room."

"Hey... although old couples... don't misunderstand it."

Xia Yi rubbed his eyebrows, and the woman who suddenly realized that she did not bury her head shyly, but instead stared at her with her eyes straight and licked her red lips.

"I didn't mean it...that's what I mean. I always have to feed it...full." The woman stretched her slender hands against the cup, applied red nails, gently drew a circle on the back of the man's hand, opened her red lips slightly, held up the water thread, and lengthened her words: "Xia Sang, did you say so?"

"Sure enough, thirty is like a wolf."

The two sat at the small table and joked about the loosening of muscles. After checking out, a black shadow flew down in the sky. There were many crows in the island country, and it was common. Suddenly, one flew over and fell on Xia Yi's hand, which attracted many eyes on the street.

The bird body was larger than an ordinary crow, and the bird's eyes were red. It spread its wings and jumped around. A pair of birds grabbed it and jumped to Xia Yi's shoulders. They said something softly like a human ear. Then they screamed twice, flapping their wings and flew to the sky.

"Xia Sang, what happened?" Huizi held the man's arm and raised her face to look. Xia Yi narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance, turned her face, patted her back, "It's okay, I'll take you back."

He sent the woman to the car, drove to the street and left, and was in a speeding direction. In the distance parallel to it, there was a towering building near Akihabara. Workers were busy in and out here. The upper floor of the building was covered with red carpets, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting two rows of lamps illuminated with paper lanterns in the middle. The warm yellow lights shone at the desk in front. An old man was sitting in a wheelchair and looked at the bustling street outside. A stack of materials in his hand were thrown into a paper shredder and twisted into powder.

"The 'God Plan' of Shouming Caibo is just like this... Relying on the power of red stone, it is just stronger than ordinary people."

The old man spoke in island dialect, his voice was hoarse but with a majesty that others could not refute. He turned his wheelchair and turned to the side, controlled the button and drove out of the desk. His turbid eyes swept over the two rows of lamps standing behind the two rows of lamps.

"Have the people hired by Shengqi have arrived?"

"At this, according to the president's instructions, I have already gone to Nasuno, but..." Someone there hesitated for a moment and raised his face: "President, is that really a nine-tailed fox?"

The old man looked at the other party without any expression. The wheelchair under him turned, rolled over the red carpet, came to the bookshelf, took a book on it and flipped it in his hand, as if explaining, and as if he was murmuring to himself.

"The legends are not necessarily fake. If I hadn't seen them with my own eyes, I wouldn't have done such a thing for the rest of my life."

In the old man's low voice, a photo was slid out of the book with his hands, and fell on his palm. There was a hand-painted painting on it. The perspective was looking out from the cockpit. An ancient young man with a fluttering robe on the wing, and an old donkey standing beside him, tilting his mouth and nose, sticking his tongue at him.

His fingertips couldn't help but stroked them and grinned.

This was what he saw unexpectedly when he participated in Operation Kanfeng. It was also because of that time that his legs were seriously injured during the crash, but he was not annoyed. As long as there were gods in the world, what were these legs?

‘The flesh and blood of all spiritual creatures in the world are sacrificed to Yaqi, and maybe I can become a god as well…’

He has found the place where the Yamata Orochi in the legendary story, and he has also found the Nine-tailed Fox, and many mermaids in the sea have also hunted. As long as you catch the Nine-tailed Fox, even the corpse, it should be the last step.

"President!!"

The old man stroked the photo and thought that someone outside got out of the elevator. He quickly came over and presented a letter with both hands, "President, something happened. This is the news sent by Sanhuahui. He dared not use electronic devices for fear of being eavesdropped."

Yamada Hiru stopped his finger, took the letter, spread it out, glanced at the lines of hand, and put it silently aside.

"Mianhuasaki will deal with it. Even this matter cannot be solved. There is no more she in the God's seat. Just like that, the original words will be returned."

However, as soon as the man left, news came one after another.

"President, our people in China have been eradicated and used to attract z9's attention with false news, and all we get is a useless photo."

The photo was handed out, but it was a portrait taken from a cave mural, which made the entire office crowd burst into flames. A useless photo sacrificed several lurking personnel, and the loss was huge. After all, a lurking personnel would take several years, or even more than ten years, to integrate into the local area, before they could be cultivated.

The old man looked at the photo in front of him and almost stood up from the wheelchair excitedly. He snatched it in his hand and stroked his fingers with his familiar face on it.

“……it’s him…it’s him…”
Chapter completed!