The domineering Mercedes-Benz G convoy drove away.
A group of officials in Tengyuan County bid farewell to Chen Hao in front of the faculty and staff dormitory building.
Chen Hao did not let them see him off.
Li Kexin stared at the convoy away, experiencing the first time she felt what it felt like to fall in love with someone, but she ended like this and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Marry in love.
Not every girl is so lucky.
Li Kexin squatted down and covered her face and cried.
Wang Juan and Li Yunlai don’t know how to comfort his daughter.
On the other hand, Lao Zheng remembered the "joke" that Chen Hao said two days ago.
Could it be that Xiao Chen is really a big boss who is rich enough to rival a country?
With an annual salary of 200,000 yuan, the famous private school in the provincial capital offered such good treatment to him who borrowed Wuming. Could it be that it is also related to Xiao Chen?
For a moment, Lao Zheng's heart was ups and downs.
The eye-catching convoy drove out of the back door of Tengyuan No. 1 Middle School.
A group of young men and women riding bicycles and chatting and laughing, met the convoy, and were deeply shocked, and hurriedly leaned towards the roadside to avoid the convoy.
"Look, it's Teacher Chen!"
A boy exclaimed and raised his finger to the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz G in the middle of the convoy.
More than a dozen students stared at the position the boy pointed at and saw Chen Hao who was exclusively in the back seat.
Through the car window, Chen Hao smiled at the students.
More than a dozen boys and girls were shocked.
This scene will become their eternal memory.
"Teacher Chen is gone."
A boy whispered in distractedness.
Others stared at the far convoy, feeling sad and wanting to cry.
In the car, Chen Hao felt a little uncomfortable. These students have become the ones he cares about for a year, and this farewell may be a farewell forever.
The cell phone rings.
interrupted Chen Hao's thoughts.
Chen Hao picked up the latest mobile phone produced by Haoxiang Technology and answered the phone.
"They agreed to meet us at 101st floor of World Trade Tower 2, Newtown at 8:30 am on September 11th." Nasha's voice came into Chen Hao's ears.
"good!"
Chen Hao couldn't help laughing out loud, as if his plan had been successful.
"I don't know what plans you have, but it's like we're really going to meet, and it's too late to regret it. Don't expect me to save you, because I can't escape death."
Nasha reminded Chen Hao with a solemn tone she had never seen before.
"My plan cannot be expressed, you will know then. In short, we will not die." Chen Hao was full of confidence. A disaster would occur in Newtown on September 11th.
He had thought of stopping the disaster.
But he finally gave up the idea.
Cold-blooded?
cruel?
Chen Hao curled his lips.
Some Westerners, for the sake of interests, pushed hundreds of thousands or even millions into the war. Compared with these people, they are far from worthy of adjectives such as cruelty and shamelessness.
Use this disaster to deal with the mysterious forces and gj associations that Nasha once served.
This is his plan.
"See you on September 11th."
Chen Hao hung up the phone.
Newtown.
Under the nightfall.
Nasha, standing at the top of the New Town Empire Building, looked at the Twin Towers in the distance, frowned and thought for a long time, and slowly shook her head. She couldn't think of how Chen Hao could deal with a powerful enemy.
...............
September 11th.
Newtown is sunny.
In a building adjacent to the Twin Towers, Nasha observes the first floor entrance of Tower 2 and the entrance to the underground garage. Many people in black appear around each entrance.
It's half past eight.
More than 20 convoys drove into the underground garage of Tower 2 one after another.
Nasha contacted Chen Hao using an encrypted satellite phone.
"What should be come, it's all."
"Okay, at 8:50, we meet at the southeast gate of Tower 2."
"Meet openly?"
"right!"
Chen Hao's answer made Nasha speechless.
Twenty minutes later, in front of Tower 2, Nasha and Chen Hao met.
Chen Hao handed a backpack to Nasha and smiled and said, "On your back."
"What is this?" Nasha frowned at her backpack.
Chen Hao said: "Glide parachute."
"you......"
Nasha's face suddenly changed, and she decided that Chen Hao was going to blow up the building. Because there were people around her staring at her and Chen Hao, she didn't say anything to her lips.
Blasting the building.
The blasting point must be calculated.
Then install explosives at dozens or even hundreds of blasting points.
It is difficult to blow up the "two towers" by skyscrapers carefully designed by many designers.
"I know what you are thinking, but what happens next is beyond your imagination." Chen Hao was not insincere, and his prediction of the future could only be hidden in his heart.
At this time, more than a dozen men in black surrounded him.
"I hope it's as you said."
Nasha looked at Chen Hao deeply.
Now that things have come to this point, she has no choice but to carry an umbrella bag.
Tower 2, 101st floor.
In the gorgeous hall, four mysterious people wearing black robes and metal masks, the twelve giants of the Zion Presbyterian Church, and dozens of people in black were waiting for Chen Haonasha.
There are thirteen giants in the GJ Association, except for Steven Rockefeller, who had joined the Presbyterian Church for a while, they all arrived.
Any of them can influence the world, but at this moment, they stand behind four mysterious people wearing metal masks and black robes with awe.
In their minds, the four black robe messengers represent the most mysterious existence in the world.
This mysterious existence created the GJ Society, for thousands of years, has made countless powerful people bow down and willing to be slaves.
More than a dozen men in black took Chen Haonasha into the hall.
The twelve giants of the GJ Association were surprised and looked at each other. Unexpectedly, the black-robed envoy asked them to come here and saw Chen Hao.
Chen Haonasha came to the center of the hall and faced dozens of people.
"Since you're here, let's show up!"
Nasha shouted.
Two closed ornate wooden doors behind dozens of people opened.
The twelve giants turned around and saw three high-back chairs placed inside the two open doors, and three old men in white robes sat on the chairs.
Dozens of people stood solemnly on both sides and behind the three old men, most of whom were wearing metal masks and hooded black robes.
"Those three old men?"
Chen Hao asked Nasha in a low voice.
Nasha said expressionlessly: "Three of the seven old guys."
Old guy.
Chen Hao understands what this title means.
"Only three..."
Chen Hao was not very satisfied.
"If I hadn't been trying hard this year, let alone three, you wouldn't have seen one of them in your life." Nasha glanced at Chen Hao, showing her cold and arrogant nature.
"Who are those who stand without masks or black robe?"
"Just like me before."
Nasha's words moved Chen Hao.
How terrible the three old guys sitting were, Chen Hao had no idea, but whoever existed like Nasha would easily kill him.
"If something goes wrong with your plan, you and I will die."
Nasha's expression was still calm when she said this.
"Don't worry, there will be no problem."
Chen Hao is full of confidence.
Nasha wanted to speak but stopped. Since she came, she would be at ease, and she would never die.