Granlin, wearing a white suit, got off the white sports car and looked around.
Behind him is a large circular square with many black bronze sculptures in the middle. Some children and tourists are hanging out on it. From time to time, pigeons rise and fall from the square, making cooing sounds.
Granlin looked back, straightened his suit, and quickly walked to a small building on the street in front.
Bang bang bang.
He knocked directly on the door.
With a click, the door opened from the inside.
"Come in quickly." A middle-aged woman opened the door and said to him. She had dark skin and looked very simple.
"Excuse me." Granlin nodded, strode in, handed the car keys to the woman, and the woman went out and drove the sports car to the garage.
The whole small building is gray and black, with mottled walls. It looks a bit old. It is similar to ordinary ordinary citizens' buildings.
Granlin took a few steps to go upstairs. The door to the second floor was open. He stood at the door and looked in. In the living room, an old man with white hair was carefully pruning the flowerpots that filled the living room.
The old man was wearing long gray clothes and trousers, and his hair was somewhat long, tied up and combed into a ponytail hanging down the back of his head.
"How are you doing recently? Come in and sit down." Hearing the footsteps, the old man asked without looking back. His hands were still carefully building potted plants.
Granlin stood at the door, bowing his head slightly as a salute.
"Father, something very bad happened, and I suffered a great loss." Speaking of this, his face didn't look very good.
The old man nodded and looked back at him.
"I heard that too. Your base has been compromised. It seems that you have provoked a heavy opponent. How do you plan to solve it?"
Glenling had already prepared a draft.
"I'm afraid He Yezhu can't do it alone. I want you to send another person to cooperate."
The old man frowned.
"It's a little troublesome. I'm not the only old man in the group. You have to understand."
"Of course I understand." Granlin nodded, "But even if you don't take charge, Mr. Titan will definitely give you a face..."
"Face is what I paid for with my life." The old man interrupted him. "Now that Emperor Leshad has intervened, this is no longer a simple problem and trouble for Nighthawk."
Granlin stopped talking. He was silent, just lowering his head, waiting for his father's decision.
Time passed by minute by minute. Neither of them spoke anymore, there was only the constant clicking sound of building potted plants.
After a long time, the old man sighed.
"That man is looking for the Twelve Masks. You may be able to start with the Sleepless Face, and some of the techniques he has mastered may be very helpful to the group's super-soldier plan. Relying on this, we may be able to convince the higher-ups." The old man said lowly.
He sounded a reminder. He looked back at Granlin. "I only have a son like you. Don't let me down."
"Yes, father." Granlin nodded deeply.
When he heard the old man's words, he knew that these reasons were actually false. The real key was that the old man agreed to let go. This meant that he would give him support from the top of the group. This was the most important thing.
Walking out of the small building, Granlin took a deep breath and finally felt relaxed all over.
It's nothing if the base is destroyed. It's just some money. If the money is gone, you can make it again, but if something goes wrong with the branch under his sole control, it will be really fatal.
When he reaches this position, he no longer values things like money, but sees more of the position and authority in it.
Nighthawk is just a stumbling block on his growth path. If he can't get over this, let alone the series of troubles he will encounter in the future.
But even though he comforted himself in this way, Granlin still felt a bleed in his heart when he thought that hundreds of billions of funds were completely destroyed. Most of Bai Huang's funds were in it. If his father was not a high-level veteran, I am afraid that
This time he will have to be impeached and removed from office.
And the team that was lost in Grando was even more painful for him. These were actually the direct troops that he could mobilize, but now, they were all lost in one fell swoop.
"Nighthawk Galleon!!" He repeated the name through gritted teeth in his heart.
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Berlin, Germany
Inside an ordinary black building.
Garen gently rubbed the grimoire notebook in his hand and looked at the several Nighthawk executives standing in the room with a calm expression.
Bald is here, Hera is here, Angel is here, and there are a few unfamiliar but equally high-ranking senior officials. These people are the real core of the entire Nighthawk. They are also the first batch of people trained and taught by Garen himself.
Nighthawk Elite.
"There are six people left."
With the bright light of the day, Garen stared at the six people in front of him with sharp eyes.
"I taught a total of twelve people at the beginning, but now there are only six people standing in front of me."
He sat on a smooth black wooden chair, his eyes sweeping over the six people over and over again.
"Two people were lost in previous operations, but a lotus leaf bead killed four of you in just three days??"
"It was my command error." The bald man stood up and said with his head lowered and his voice low.
"The battle with the original color is over for the time being. Someone will come to take over soon. You guys go down and recuperate. I will train myself after a while." Garen waved his hands and was too lazy to say more.
"Take over?" Bald Caton and his wife Hera exchanged glances, and both of them saw doubts in each other's eyes.
"Lotus Leaf Pearl will also have someone dedicated to deal with it, don't worry. You can go down now." Jia Long didn't bother to explain. If he didn't know that Baldhead and others were not to blame, with his temper, everyone in this group of people would have a good time.
Eat fruit.
Although the bald man and others were puzzled, they still exited the room honestly.
After everyone left, Garen sat alone in the room. The fight with Yuan Se had already affected his family. He decided to settle the matter as quickly as possible to avoid harm to his family.
After he returned from the White Phoenix Base, he handed over the non-core content of the Bi-Phase Water Bird Fist to Rhodes, who would pass it on to the upper management. In exchange, the Leshadi Group actually sent out the core guard, the God of War Team.
The name is indeed vulgar and popular, but the strength is indeed a very terrifying team. As a team sent out to take over the battle between Primary Color and Nighthawk, the Ares Team has extremely terrifying skills and various talents.
Almost all of its members are top talents second only to special-level mercenaries. The team is led by a special-level mercenary who has fought against Lotus Leaf Pearl, nicknamed Dragon Turtle. Such a team is very rare even in its original color.
,
"I'll leave all the affairs of Lotus Leaf Pearl to you." Garen seemed to be talking to himself.
"Don't worry. Since the group has given the task to us, we will be fully responsible for it." Behind a vase on the side of the room, a thin man figure slowly emerged. His weird body twisted and twisted, and all the bones in his body were broken.
There was a quick clicking sound, and the whole person quickly grew from a height of less than 1.2 meters to 1.5 meters, 1.6 meters, 1.7 meters, and finally reached 1.8 meters!
This man was wearing white stretch fabric clothes, with a bald head, no hair, fair skin, and clearly visible blue veins on the surface of his limbs.
Just now, Bald Katon and the others were in the room for such a long time, but they were not able to notice the existence of this person. This kind of hiding method is simply terrifying.
Garen looked at this man carefully. He was the Dragon Turtle, and he seemed to have cultivated something in his body that mobilized Qi and blood. It seemed that this world was not completely incompetent in martial arts.
"The main thing I can't find is Lotus Leaf Pearl. Her hiding methods are really good, but this aspect is not what I'm good at." Garen told the truth. His force was terrifying, but the other party didn't show up at all and hid.
It's hard to find in the huge crowd.
"He Yezhu, I have fought against him before, when he was still a man." Dragon Turtle licked his lips, "He is indeed very powerful, but our Lessard Emperor is not something He Yezhu can resist. Don't worry.
"
Garen nodded.
The other party is the Lysardi Group, a team sent to help, to completely take over the grudge between Nighthawk and Original Color. But having said that, we must also beware of such a large group breaking its promises, in case the two sides join forces to carve him up.
With the resources on hand, that is also a possibility.
"As long as I can find her, I will handle the rest myself."
Vaguely, a cruel aura emanated from him, and the dragon turtle's eyes shrank slightly.
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The Lysard Group, a secret branch
Luxurious and luxurious hall-like office interior
The golden ceiling and silver floor are surrounded by bustling and complex embossed silver patterns. Huge and complex crystal chandeliers are hung throughout the hall, forming a regular hexagon.
Under the shining white light.
Rhodes and another blond man sat face to face on both sides of the long table under the chandelier.
Other than that, there was no one else in the entire huge office.
"Tell me, what are your intentions for privately using the dragon turtle assignment authority I gave you?" The blond man put down his knife and fork gracefully, wiped his mouth with the napkin on the side, and looked up at the person opposite who was also eating.
Rod.
"Have you read the information I sent you? Brother." Rhodes said seriously, and also put down the tableware.
"I saw it, but your solution puzzles me a lot." The blond man nodded. He has beautiful facial features and a cold and elegant temperament, but what's more special is that he exudes a beast-like danger.
Aura. He is one of the few terrifying characters in the Lessardi Group who rises to power solely on his own strength.
"Nighthawk and Primary Color are not at the same level at all. You don't need me to analyze the pros and cons of which one to choose, right? It's not a better choice to stabilize the Nighthawk King and then join forces with Primary Color to encircle him. It's not a better choice.
It is conducive to deepening the friendship between us and the original color." (To be continued...)