A Toyota SUV drove deep into the Gobi, which was the direction of Atta. Following this direction, it would lead to the Wakhan Corridor, the oldest Silk Road.
It’s not surprising that Galadi was in this direction. It is estimated that this group of people came in from the Wakhan Corridor. As for who the spy mentioned by Martha is, there is no way of knowing.
The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, and it is normal for billions of people to have traitors. The driver was a Chinese, wearing work clothes from an oil company.
He is just a driver. Even if he is a traitor, he is still a small traitor and does not have the ability to smuggle a group of armed men into the country.
Half an hour passed, and the vast Gobi desert stretched as far as the eye could see.
"How far is it?" Luoyang broke the silence in the car. The driver was silent. Martha answered: "There is still some distance." Luoyang looked out the window. He was furious before, but now he has calmed down.
Thinking is also clearer.
This time, he probably won't be able to see his grandfather. The other party knows his strength very well, so they will definitely prevent him from robbing people and then destroying the whole group.
Galardi's goal is not just the $10 million
"Pension", as well as the benefits brought by the Ascension to Heaven Seal, he wants to go to the fairyland? A sneer appeared on the corner of Luoyang's mouth. If Galardi's ultimate goal is this, he wouldn't mind taking Galradi with him.
Go up.
Bringing a cannon fodder up there and stepping on mines at critical moments can be considered as making the best use of everything.
"Mr. Luo, where did you send the driver?" Martha asked tentatively. Luoyang glanced at her but ignored her.
Martha shrugged and stopped talking. Another distance passed, and several abandoned oil wells appeared on the desolate Gobi. Several rusty derricks stood on the desert, as well as several dilapidated buildings.
.
There are several off-road vehicles and pickup trucks parked in an open space, all bearing Xindi license plates. There are several armed men standing in front of a building, and there is a sniper on the roof, but there must be more than that. In several dilapidated buildings
There were dozens of other people, all carrying weapons.
"Mr. Luo, we're here." Martha paused slightly.
"I have to remind you, you'd better not do anything that would cause misjudgment, otherwise -" Luoyang interrupted her: "Otherwise, you will kill my grandpa?" Martha nodded.
Luoyang sneered: "I gave you a ransom of 10 million US dollars, but now I haven't even seen my grandfather. My patience is limited. I have to remind you not to dance on my bottom line.
, the legs will be broken." The off-road vehicle parked in the open space in front of the building. The decades-old cement floor was cracked in many places, and a few Haloxylon ammodendron trees grew.
Luoyang opened the door and got out of the car. Two armed men wearing black hoods came up and wanted to search Luoyang.
Luoyang raised his hands in cooperation. An armed man was about to search Luoyang. A man wearing a black Arab robe came out of a room and said something in Persian. The two armed men retreated again.
go back.
At this time, dozens more people came out from several other buildings, divided into two groups, one group of blond Westerners, most of them were men, and there were also a few women, all armed to the teeth.
One group is East Asian, they may be Bangguo people, they may be Fusang people, they may also be Chinese people, it’s hard to tell.
Both groups of people were led by the same person. The East Asians were led by an old man with gray hair, holding a mahogany crutch in his hand, which was quite exquisitely made.
This old man gives the impression that he is old and has difficulty moving, but that is just an illusion.
With a sweep of his extrasensory perception, Luoyang knew that the crutch in the old man's hand was actually a very sharp sword. There was also a small two-shot pistol hidden in the handle of the crutch.
On the Western side, Luoyang saw a familiar face, Frank, the shaman from the Freemasonry. But he was not the leader. The leader was an old white man with a thin face, a tall body, wearing an old-school tuxedo, and a hat on his head.
A top hat, the classic image of Uncle Sam.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Luoyang, and the muzzles of dozens of guns were also pointed at Luoyang. Luoyang's eyes swept across the faces, and finally stopped on the old man holding the cane.
He saw Frank, which meant that the Freemasons were participating. But it was hard to be sure whether this group of oriental-looking people were members of the ancient order.
The old man holding a cane met Luo Yang's cold gaze and smiled calmly: "My high-speed rail, Mr. Luo, I have wanted to meet you for a long time, but it didn't come true until today. I'm glad to meet you."
"I'm still moving the train," Luoyang said. Gao Tie's smile suddenly froze on his face. An armed man with an East Asian face was about to speak, but Gao Tie stopped him.
Luoyang said: "Mr. Gao, what is your status in the ancient association?" Gao Tie said with a smile: "Mr. Luo is really discerning. He can tell my identity at a glance. I accept the favor of all the members and take up the position of deacon."
"You are really frank enough. You smuggled armed men from the Freemasons and Shadow Chasers into the country. Do you know what will happen?" Luoyang said.
Gao Tie said calmly: "Of course I know that I shouldn't have come, but this matter is too important. If I send a low-level person to talk about it, it will appear to be insincere. As for my personal honor, disgrace, and even my life and death in the future,
It doesn't matter, I can accept it calmly whether I go to jail or die." Luoyang sighed: "The founder of the ancient society is Chi You, he is the head of the twelve ancestral witches, and the Jiuli tribe is also his tribe.
But you actually colluded with foreign enemies, and I am very disappointed in you."
"Mr. Luo, times are changing. An old man like me can accept new things, but you can't? The ancient society was created by the descendants of the ancestor Chi You. The current Jiuli tribe is not the prehistoric Jiuli tribe. We have our
beliefs and goals." Gaotie said.
Luoyang was not interested in the ancient society's beliefs and goals at all. His eyes moved to that
"Uncle Sam"'s face: "Sir, what is your status in the Freemasonry?"
"Uncle Sam" took off his hat and bowed gracefully: "Baison, the Lord of the Freemasons." Luoyang was a little surprised, because the Lord is a Freemason.
"President", if Freemasonry is compared to a country, then this Lord is the king. However, considering that the presidents of the ancient societies are here, it is understandable that the Lord of Freemasonry appears here.
"Mr. Bison, can't you go back?" Luoyang said. Bison said: "I came with the belief that I must die, but even if you kill me, it will not have any impact on the Freemasonry.
They will elect a new lord, and the ancient society will never die." Luoyang believes in this. Whether it is the ancient society, the Freemasons, or the Shadow Chaser organization, they have existed for thousands of years, and many dynasties have changed.
, but these three organizations still exist.
Among them, the Ancient Society has the longest history, which can be traced back to the era of Chi You. The Freemasons are the strongest, firmly controlling the lifeblood of Europe and the beautiful country.
Although the Shadow Chasers are the weakest, they still have thousands of years of history and cannot be underestimated. Luoyang himself also knows very well that even if he kills everyone here, these three organizations will continue to exist.
They all have their own soil, which is as tenacious as weeds. Even if one piece is burned, new grass will grow the next spring.
"Mr. Luo, we finally meet. I am the Supreme Lord Galadi of the Shadow Chaser organization." said the Persian man in black robes.
Luoyang looked at him: "Did you plan the kidnapping of my grandpa?" Galardi smiled: "I just participated." Gao Tie said: "I planned it, Lord Bison of the Freemasonry, and
I also invited Galadi Tianzun from the Shadow Chaser organization." Luoyang's eyes returned to the high-speed rail.
Sure enough, the most cruel people to the Chinese people are never foreigners, but the scum of the ethnic group. Gao Tie said calmly: "Mr. Luo, as we get more information about you, we find that we can no longer deal with it with our own strength.
You, so I invited people from the Freemasonry and the Shadow Chasers organization to act together."
"Okay, I'm already here, tell me your purpose." Luoyang didn't want to waste time. The three big guys looked at each other.
"Then I'm welcome." Beisen was the first to speak,
"Mr. Luo, we have obtained information that you have built a transmission channel between the Jiudi Launch Center and the moon. That channel can send equipment and construction materials to the moon. We also want to ask you to build such a transmission channel for us.
, Of course, you can set whatever conditions you want." Luoyang smiled: "As expected of the Freemasonry, which is rich and powerful, if I offer a trillion dollars, you will surely be satisfied, right?" Bison had a smile on his face.
Smiling a little, hearing Luoyang’s
"Quotation", the smile on his face suddenly froze. One trillion US dollars requires JPMorgan Chase to type out a series of numbers, not even paper, but this is definitely not a serious decision.
"quote", Byson even from this
The "offer" felt insulting in nature.
"We will legislate to prohibit the mining of resources on the moon." Bison responded.
"If I take a direct look at your legislation, you will win." Luoyang said. Byson's face darkened.
Gao Tie said: "Mr. Bison, we are here to talk about the Climbing Sky Seal this time. After the construction of the tunnel is completed, you can negotiate with Mr. Luo alone. There is no bad business deal in this world."
"Mr. Gaotie, the Heaven Seal is indeed in my hand. Do you want the Heaven Seal?" Luoyang asked. Gao Tie shook his head: "That is Mr. Galardi's purpose. What we want is what originally belongs to us."
It’s time to return the things of Wu Xu to us." Luoyang smiled: "This is the first time I heard that Wu Xu is something from the ancient society. Do you really understand it?" He simply removed the red rope around his neck.
Pulled out.
The witch market hangs on a red rope, an ordinary-looking skull ornament.