"Well said." Dam chuckled, "What a poor person... Let's create some opportunities for her. It would be better if we could lure out Hosimann alone."
"As expected of Marshal Dam! Your subordinates admire your strategy!" The man with glasses said respectfully.
"The original color came recently to represent me and I want to contact the family. It just so happens that I have nothing to do recently. Please come with me." Dam nodded.
"Thank you, Marshal!" The man with glasses suddenly beamed with joy, without any concealment.
A group of people also got into a white motorcade, which was almost indistinguishable from the snow. The motorcade slowly drove onto the road and left in the distance.
At the gate of the gymnasium, Gallon clasped his hands behind his back and quietly looked at the leaving motorcade, with a smile involuntarily appearing on his face.
"Teacher..." Lalan walked up behind him, with a trace of worry on her face.
During these years of teaching, they have noticed that under the appearance of Garen, the mental age is far beyond that of his peers. After sparing no effort to teach them, the five of them unconsciously changed their titles to honorifics and called Garen uniformly.
teacher.
"Don't worry." Garen raised his hand to stop what she wanted to ask.
"This is their fate. I can't stop it, and they themselves can't stop it."
"Fate? We are just ordinary students, how could such a thing exist?" Lalan looked at Garen's back and suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really understood this teacher he respected.
"Ordinary?" Garen chuckled softly, "Do you really think they are ordinary?"
Lalan opened his mouth to argue, but lowered his head in frustration.
She herself is still stuck in the second level of white realm, unable to break through the third level, but those two people have reached the peak of the Biphasic Water Bird Fist. The fourth level of illusion!
This gap is like the distance between heaven and earth. They can easily kill the three of them with just one finger.
Quentin and Jamie also failed to break through the second level. Although their bodies were strengthened to a certain extent by practicing secret skills, they were far less exaggerated than Hoseman and Dam.
"Teacher..." Quentin stood up and looked at Garen attentively. "What is your purpose?"
The five of them all have a copy of Garen's information. It is an extremely detailed and common information, but the strange thing is that compared with the him in front of them now, that information seems so unreal.
Are there really people in this world who are born with knowledge?
"Purpose?" Garen turned around and looked at the three of them one by one. "You are all my disciples. But different soils will produce flowers of different colors and fruits with different flavors. This is not me.
For the purpose, I am just a inheritor and an observer. Everything is fate."
"Fate?"
"Hehehe..." Garen said no more. He just slowly walked out of the training hall and disappeared into the heavy snow in a short while.
Quentin and the other three watched him leave from behind, but none of them said another word.
They had a hunch that the conflict between Hoseman and Dam would become increasingly fierce.
The power of the two of them has exceeded their imagination. It is not like Garen's inscrutable, mysterious and difficult to approach.
Hossiman is the kind of person who is nakedly violent and crushes! Anyone who disobeys will die! He even started not being very obedient to Garen.
Dam is even more submissive and gentle on the surface, but whenever I see him, I feel a chill in my back.
a long time...
"I asked Hossiman the day before yesterday." Jamie said in a low voice, leaning against the wall. "I asked him, what happened between him and Dam?"
"How did he answer?" Lalan looked at Jamie, and Quentin on the other side also moved his gaze.
"He asked me to ask the teacher."
"Is it really all the teacher's fault?!" Lalan clenched her fists.
"But Hosiman said that he has no regrets. It was the teacher who made them stronger and stronger, and even more likely to reach a higher level in the future." Jamie exhaled and turned into a white mist that was blown away by the wind.
"Yes... they are getting stronger and stronger." Quentin nodded, with a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes. They all practiced with Galen together. How could the two of them surpass them so much, and she
But we still can only stand still!?
"When I was in contact with Horseman, he said something that I didn't understand very much." Jamie continued.
"What words?"
"He said that this world is far more complicated than you think."
"What does he know and what has he experienced?"
"Who knows?" Jamie's eyes were a little depressed, "He has become very strange to me."
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"The seeds have sprouted..." Garen gently watered the potted plants in his room.
The white kettle sprinkles fine strands of water onto the fat green branches and leaves, flowing down and dripping down the branches and leaves.
It is no longer important that Hoseman and Dam have an increasingly disrespectful attitude towards him. What is important is that the fight between them has reached a point where they cannot be suppressed even openly.
Those who obeyed Hosiman prospered and those who resisted perished. In the area under his rule, even government officials had to submit. He used the huge power of his family and his own tough methods to oppress and rule all the forces in his area.
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Damm, on the other hand, rules another corresponding area with Noddington as the boundary, and uses his family power as a huge network. Like a giant snake in the shadow of the deep sea, it is hidden and deadly.
"They have already felt that I planted the initial clue to this fight..." Garen smiled, "But so what? The fusion of the clues is not false, it is real and can be felt
They know the power of it better than anyone else."
He felt that he might be able to fade out of this circle, and Hossiman and Dam no longer needed his manipulation.
Didi...didi...
Crisp text message sound.
Garen glanced at the bright golden sunlight coming in from the side balcony, walked into the inner bedroom, and picked up the white mobile phone on the bedside.
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South Africa
Bang!
An exquisite oriental blue and white porcelain vase was severely smashed, and the fragments flew everywhere, scattering all over the floor.
Huh! Huh! Huh....
One eye of the bald head was wrapped with white gauze. His face was extremely twisted and ferocious.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!" he roared. In the ward, the doctors and nurses were so frightened at the door that they did not dare to enter.
In the white ward, several men and women in black had indifferent or distorted expressions. The atmosphere in the whole room was gloomy, and everyone was faintly exuding a chill.
"That's a trap..." whispered a young woman.
"Yeah... that's a trap." The bald head nodded, bang!!
He kicked over the iron support in front of him.
"The man in black Leiber!!" He growled, "That humble, disgusting trash! He actually killed me and the most elite regiment of the African Eagle until there were only four people left!!"
With two soft bangs, the doctors and nurses outside the ward were knocked unconscious and dragged away to prevent them from leaking information they should not know.
There was silence in the ward.
"That bug I can crush to death with one hand! How dare he! How dare he!" The bald head recalled the scenes not long ago, feeling uncontrollable anger in his heart.
"Boss, I think the most important thing right now is not this. Leiber has too many tricks. We were trapped in the ruins by him just because of our carelessness. As long as we are in a normal environment, it is not difficult to deal with him." A man with short beard and short hair
The man said in a low voice.
"No..." the bald head took a deep breath, "it's no longer a matter of revenge or not. It's too late... It's too late. The mission has failed. The lucky stone clock has been sold to the Vincent organization by Leiber.
.Our mission failed...."
He paused and said, "I just sent a message to my boss."
Hiss...
In an instant, the expressions of everyone in the room changed. Everyone's face turned slightly pale, and they completely lost the calmness and calmness they had before.
"You're crazy! We didn't fail! No! We still have a chance! We can still get the lucky stone clock back!" the young woman shouted hysterically.
"No, no, no..." The bald man shook his head. "This matter is beyond the scope of our handling. If we conceal such losses and fail to report them, the boss will kill me."
"Damn it!" Beard punched the wall.
When he thought of his boss's mysterious and terrifying punishment methods, he couldn't help but feel numb all over.
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Gallon picked up the phone and just glanced at the text message, his eyes suddenly darkened.
"Failure? Nighthawk lost four people?"
He put down his cell phone, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with scarlet red.
Call Bald's number directly.
The call was connected almost immediately.
"Boss..." is no longer called the leader, the boss is only called like this when the boss is very formal.
"I'll come here myself."
Just saying these words, Garen put down his phone and turned it off.
Originally, he didn't attach much importance to the Lucky Stone Bell for his current progress. After all, the amount of potential points was too small. He just had a dispensable attitude and it was better than nothing, so he let Nighthawk take action.
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Unexpectedly, Nighthawk actually missed it? He even lost his manpower. Elite manpower that he personally trained!
"It's really...it's been a long time since I killed someone." He narrowed his eyes slightly.
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The data was transmitted from Baldhead's side and directly to Gallon's mobile phone.
He had a preliminary understanding of the information in South Africa.
The key figures are two people.
Boss Leiber of the Men in Black organization, and archaeologist Cohen.
Cohen, an explorer and archaeologist who was hunted down by a black organization that resold antiques because of the hidden address of the Lucky Stone Clock, had a series of entanglements and grudges with the black organization.
And the powerful opponent Chaser Leiber was buried alive by the collapse earthquake caused by Cohen in the ruins cemetery, but he did not die because of his hatred of Cohen and his greed for the secret of a huge treasure hidden in the lucky stone clock.
, he began to continuously hunt down Cohen. Cohen's sister and cousin all died in the hands of Leiber. Leiber was also severely injured several times because of Cohen's traps. The hatred increased and accumulated again and again. Leiber's goal gradually changed from getting to
The lucky stone clock turned out to be the one that completely killed Cohen.
In order to completely eliminate Leiber, Cohen decided to muddy the waters and released the news and secrets of the lucky stone clock, which immediately attracted dragons from all walks of life and fights among heroes.
It was at this time that the Nighthawk Mercenary Group stepped in.
Baldhead relied on his incomparable strength and a large number of manpower to issue a kill order for both Cohen and Leiber, with the intention of directly killing them together.
As a result, many other interfering teams were eliminated, but during a trap in the ruins, they were blocked by Leiber's design and teamed up with all other participating forces to give Nighthawk a heavy blow. (To be continued...)