"I said it all, word for word, but he didn't seem to be swayed."
"It doesn't matter. He is a very independent person. It is impossible to impress him with these few words. Has he had any reaction in the past two days?" Nie Ting asked.
"He asked me to help find the three B-level warriors who had just entered Africa," Zhao Yongchen said.
"Then find them," Nie Ting said, then calmly picked up the millet porridge that Shi Xuejin put in front of him: "He still said he didn't have any."
"He said tonight that he knew what I said was what you asked me to say, and asked you to stop playing such little tricks..." Zhao Yongchen hesitated and said.
Nie Ting suddenly raised his eyebrows: "He said this was a little trick?!"
"Negative emotion value from Nie Ting, +599!"
"What else did he say?" Nie Ting rubbed his eyebrows and continued to ask.
Zhao Yongchen paused for a moment: "Come on, let's hurt each other. Exact words."
"Negative emotion value from Nie Ting, +299!"
However, at this moment, Zhao Yongchen suddenly saw a bearded man appearing on a surveillance monitor at the foot of his counter. The surveillance camera was hidden at a tricky angle. It was located on a tree more than 500 meters away from the fake supermarket.
Underneath the bird's nest, there is a dim yellow street lamp standing alone.
The bird's nest is fake, but birds often occupy this bird's nest to rest, and even occasionally poop on the camera. Zhao Yongchen was very annoyed and regretted that he shouldn't have installed the camera like this, but he couldn't find any other ones.
Hidden location.
But Zhao Yongchen watched helplessly as the middle-aged white man with a mustache raised his head and smiled at the camera. That confident smile was like looking directly at Zhao Yongchen himself behind the surveillance screen.
The smile was arrogant and violent, as if he had never paid attention to Zhao Yongchen behind the surveillance camera. The person coming was Greer Cook, one of the three B-level experts.
Suddenly, dark clouds swept in from the distance in the sky, and a heavy rain fell at once, pouring down.
Nie Ting heard Zhao Yongchen's rapid breathing: "What happened."
"Nie Tianluo... I have been found," Zhao Yongchen said softly: "I haven't returned to China for more than five years. Is it spring in China now? This hellish place in Africa is so hot that it's so hot."
"It's spring, it's almost summer, and there are already cicadas chirping," Nie Ting instantly and unconsciously crushed a corner of the millet porridge bowl in his hand, and the bowl fell to the ground, spilling rice porridge all over the floor.
"The walnut trees in Liuhai Alley are about to bloom. They haven't been there for a long time."
Zhao Yongchen was ordered to leave the dragnet in Liuhai Hutong five years ago. He stayed alone in Africa for five years. When he left, it was still autumn in Kyoto.
When he left Kyoto, he looked back at that city and felt as if he had said goodbye forever, like a lonely boat sailing into the sea with no return date.
Horses are running late on the ancient road of Chang'an. Tall willow trees are in chaos and cicadas are neighing. Outside the sunset island, on the plains of autumn wind, the eyes are broken and drooping for four days.
Nie Ting raised his head and glanced at the walnut tree above him. The flowers of the walnuts were not as beautiful and bright as the flowers of other fruit trees: "Run away, or you will be exposed."
"We can't escape, Nie Tianluo, take care," Zhao Yongchen said before hanging up the phone.
In the silence, Zhao Yongchen took out a pack of fake cigarettes from the counter and lit it for himself. He choked on it and said, "You're going to get retribution for selling too many fakes."
He quickly pressed a button on the back of the phone, and a new interface appeared on the screen with a one-minute countdown.
Zhao Yongchen quickly sent a text message to the group: "The feedback information channel has been opened, and each group will reply to the status."
"Safety."
"Safety."
"Safety."
At the other end of all the phone calls, everyone understood what it meant to have a single-line connection turn into a two-line connection after the feedback information channel was opened. Many places suddenly fell into silence, and everyone's communication only had one minute left.
Zhao Yongchen sent a group text message again: "Someone will take over my job in a month. Everyone will stay at their posts and remain silent."
"receive."
"receive."
"receive."
"Thank you for your sincere cooperation over the years. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
The one-minute countdown on Zhao Yongchen's mobile phone ended, a burst of green smoke came out of the phone, and the self-destruction process was completed.
He threw the fake cigarettes on the ground and stamped them out. There were no documents to be destroyed, and those that needed to be destroyed were destroyed on the spot. Having been engaged in intelligence work for many years, he had developed the habit of keeping everything in his mind.
Zhao Yongchen's face turned red, and his aura began to rise steadily. They often laughed and called the method of overdrafting life in the dragnet to forcibly raise the realm as the glorious bomb of the world of practice. In Zhao Yongchen's eyes, what they burned was not life.
It is the final dignity.
Pseudo-B level, this is the limit of Zhao Yongchen’s overdraft.
Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door.
Zhao Yongchen smiled: "You uncle, you still know how to knock on the door."
The next moment, Zhao Yongchen spit out a flying sword, and the flying sword flew sharply towards the person outside the door. His whole body suddenly exerted all his strength and rushed towards the door with the long sword in hand.
The red flying sword smashed the glass door of the supermarket, and then rushed into the pouring rain outside without hesitation. Time seemed to freeze as the flying sword smashed raindrops one after another before arriving in front of Greer.
However, the next moment those raindrops seemed to be alive and quickly rolled back onto Greer's body to form layers of protection, as if there was murderous intent hidden in the night rain.
Greer stepped back with a smile on his face. Raindrops continued to form a curtain of water, but the red flying sword could never break through.
There was a popping sound of shoe soles breaking through the shallows in the rain, and Zhao Yongchen drew his sword with a stern look. The hot temperature dropped rapidly in the rain, and then a trace of mist evaporated from the ground due to the sunshine during the day.
And the sword came out suddenly, slicing through the mist from Zhao Yongchen's lower left and tilting upwards. It came directly in front of Greer and cut through the mist, and also cut off a small section of beard on Greer's face.
Greer's smiling face turned cold: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
Zhao Yongchen hid the sword in his hand and said slowly: "It doesn't matter whether I'm afraid of death or not. It doesn't matter whether I die tonight. But I know that after tonight, no matter how big the world is, there will be no place for you."
"You have a high opinion of the dragnet."
"You think too highly of yourself."
The long sword rises again, like a dragon swimming in the rain!
Just when Greer was on guard, he saw that the red flying sword actually split into two and went around behind Greer. This change happened suddenly. Many people knew that the power of flying swords practiced by Tianluo Diwang was unparalleled in the world, and he could fight at the same level.
One force can defeat ten enemies. This is why when Chen Baili faced Anthony, even though the old man was exhausted, Anthony still needed to escape for a while. No matter how sandy and earthy the opponent was, a flying sword could break it.
