For Chinese people, Xiangjiang has always been an inherent territory from the pre-Qin, Qin and Han Dynasties, Jin, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Song and Yuan Dynasties, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and even the Republic of China. However, for more than a hundred years, it belonged to a colony of another country, and many people had different emotions in their hearts.

Xia Yi only had a brief understanding of this city on TV. After entering the port, he entered the view of countless tall buildings. Under the bright sunlight, it exuded a prosperous atmosphere that belonged to the city's development. In the invisible places, there were also low alleys, filled with garbage and moss climbing the walls. It brought about the hasty prosperity of the past and the slow development of the present, forming a complex feeling of contradiction between the old and the new.

The September sunshine and irritating temperatures make Victoria Harbor busy.

Xia Yi and others sailed from Mexico through the South Pacific and finally arrived in the sea area of ​​Xiangjiang. Because they asked people from the Commuter Bureau for help, after entering the port, there were also agents stationed in Kowloon, the Commuter Bureau was stationed in Kowloon. In the current era of advanced communication, there was no possibility of too much error.

In addition to the more than 120 Redstone infected people brought along the way, the Kowloon Operation Team, who came to pick him up, did not dare to neglect them. They arranged the shelter place early and stayed at the port a few days in advance. This attitude naturally showed the degree of attention.

"Mr. Xia, and everyone, welcome back!"

In the hot sun, forklifts and trucks were coming and going around. The person who was talking was a man about 35 years old, with several subordinates in black uniforms, lined up and stood at the dock to meet the group of people coming off the freighter.

"…I have received news from the headquarters about you, and I have arranged everything here to allow them to move in."

In front, Xia Yi reached out and held it with him.

"I've had to worry."

Because she was plotted by Wan Guohao, the director of the commuter bureau, last time, Xia Yi's attitude seemed a little cold at this time and didn't have much to say to communicate with the other party. Over there, the director of the Kowloon Branch probably knew the "crow"'s resistance to the commuter bureau, so he smiled and nodded, then turned around and left, asking his subordinates to come over to arrange food, clothing, housing and transportation for more than 100 people.

"Boss, this time we are making such a big fuss in the United States. Will the commuter bureau destroy the bridges across the river and unable to withstand the pressure and hand us over?"

Zhou Jin walked over from behind. There was a woman wearing a white cheongsam and a little messy black hair behind her. Her eyes sometimes looked at the generous back of the man in front of her, and she seemed a little dodging.

Hearing the sound of words, Xia Yi did not look back, but just looked at the car leaving, with a faint smile on her face, rubbing it in the sunshine.

"No, unless the commuter director is sure to kill us all in one go, or he doesn't need a 'good knife'."

"We'll do it according to people's face?"

"Yes, but this doesn't matter. Everything is taken step by step." Xia Yi looked back at Zhou Jin and the others behind him: "Look, you and I were hiding in the small wooden house in the deep mountains, and were chased by the commuter bureau people, but now they are standing on the dock, waiting for us to come back. What kind of scene will be like in the future?"

His eyes then fell on the woman wearing a white cheongsam, and raised his hand and waved: "Come here."

"yes!"

The woman named Kami Mianka, with a slightly lowered face, took small steps obediently and walked forward. She has been locked in a cabin since Hawaii, and even if she moves to Mexico, she is still staring at her.

It was another voyage that lasted almost two months. In addition to Zhou Jin, the people who could come into contact with were the tall Xia Yi in front of him. It was a miracle that he could survive until now. He had more or less gratitude and some dependence on Stockholm syndrome.

"I hope you can remember the approximate location of the shipwrecked sea area, and we will go to Juemen soon."

A cold voice came into his ears. Sanhua Hemei, who had slightly lowered her face, quickly "Hayi", bowed her upper body, and stared at the tip of the man opposite her.

"I've already remembered some of it and will definitely help the boss salvage it."

Extremely obedient attitude.

"That... Xia Yi, it's not that I want to disturb you..." At this time, Guo Manyuan, who was wearing shorts and short-sleeved jacket, squeezed over the fat man and others, and whispered her fingers: "... Even if we have been here for too long, when will we be able to enter the city? I haven't been to Hong Kong yet..."

"You want to have a meal, right?" Xia Yi smiled.

After being exposed, the dog girl blushed, pursed her lips and raised her hands to count her fingers: "The food on the boat is so bad. The taste of the Mexicans is different from ours. You see, we have been off the boat for a long time, and we smelled a lot of delicious food here to call us. I am also very enthusiastic, and I can't refuse the kindness..."

Zhou Jin rolled his eyes: "Foodies."

"Hmph, the nutrition of foodies has grown to where they should grow!" The dog girl raised her chin and straightened her chest. A pair of white and plump white squeezed her strapless breasts, revealing a deep groove.

There was a sound of swallowing saliva around him, and Ma Bang quickly turned his head away.

"You!" Zhou Jin unconsciously looked down at his own. Although he was not young, he cared about other women being bigger than his...

After staying for a while, after packing up the things I was going to take away, the group got on the commuter bureau's operation team and left, leaving the port, and entering the bustling street market. Only then did the prosperity of Xiangjiang, one of the four Asian dragons, truly be in front of everyone.

The dog girl lowered the car window and looked out. The street was neat and tidy. The upper sides were full of signs of various store names, extending to high places. Especially when the commuter office took them to Mong Kok, many streets were basically delicious, with various Asian-style restaurants, spicy Thai soup, fragrant curry, South Korean barbecue, Vietnamese salad rolls, Japanese sushi, and cuisines from various provinces in mainland China... and so on.

The convoy stopped at a nearby restaurant called Dafulou and had lunch here. Guo Manyuan snatched the menu and ordered all the Hong Kong-style meals, but Xia Yi did not stop him. After all, this means that they returned to their motherland and could eat and drink freely.

Of course, it means not just these, but just a beginning.

After the first meal back to China, more than 120 people who were taken to Xiangjiang in this afternoon all entered an abandoned sanatorium placed in the commuter bureau. Some angry redstone infected people gradually recovered here. At first, there were objections on the boat, but these voices disappeared into the crowd together.

Most of the people who stayed were forced to contact Redstone. The original life trajectory could no longer be returned. Now that they could save their lives, the infamous "crow" in front of them naturally coexisted with awe and gratitude. After being admitted to the sanatorium, people from the commuter bureau soon came in to serve as management.

The place is completely isolated and closed. In addition to eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet every day, most of them are simple mechanical training and some courses to fill the brains of these people and not give them time to think. At night, they will be gathered by the management of the commuter bureau to talk about their past experiences and past life with other companions.

This "brainwashing" process is easy for people in the commuter bureau, and it is simply too easy. Of course, Xia Yi often comes to listen. In the next half month, he evacuated the people in the commuter bureau and went to the scene to train according to the other party's method. At the same time, he also added restraint on Redstone's emotions and superpowers to allow them to accept the fact that they are different from ordinary people...

"Lao Yi, won't we have to raise so many people in the future?"

As the sun sets, on the roof of the sanatorium building, Canhong pulled the figure to the ground. The fat man looked at the rebuilt courtyard below, fighting and attacking more than 100 people. He turned his head and thought he didn't understand why he had to spend money to support so many people.

Xia Yi patted his shoulder and took back his burden behind him: "It will always be useful to raise people."

Below, someone stopped everyone's movements loudly. The originally scattered crowd, with dense footsteps, quickly arranged in several rows. In the setting sun, the leader looked at the roof and saw the figure standing in the red light, bowing and bowing his head.

Behind him, more than 120 people bowed together.

“Boss!”

Hundreds of different sounds sounded over the sanatorium, and the birds flying in frightened to the distance. In the sunset above, Xia Yi, wearing a suit, just nodded.

I remembered what a man once said in his ear before he died.

His lips opened slightly and he spoke.

“…They will have a unified name.”

In mid-October, Xia Yi and others who had been staying in Xiangjiang for more than a month returned to the mainland. It was already autumn. The transformers who had been short-lived appeared again and quickly absorbed those who had fled in the battle on the land of China, and the "transformers" will become the name of the organization.
Chapter completed!