On the bench facing the street, Tang Song held a handful of bread crumbs in his hand, and several pigeons jumped in front of Tang Song, pondering the bread crumbs he had scattered.

"Boss, it's all solved!"

A white ghost in a black suit appeared behind Tang Song.

"Do you know why you were asked to deal with those Cobra soldiers?"

Cuckoo!

A gray-feathered pigeon fluttered into Tang Song's palm and boldly pecked at the crumbs in his palm.

Tang Song gently stroked the pigeon's feathers with one hand and asked without raising his head.

"Boss, you are worried that by alerting the enemy, the commander will notice our actions in advance!"

"Yes or no!" Tang and Song Dynasty allowed the gray pigeon to peck at the crumbs in the palm of his hand.

"These Cobra soldiers have been injected with nanobug solution. This is a semi-mechanical, semi-biological thing. Even I don't know much about it.

First of all, I'm not sure whether these nanobugs have some kind of monitoring memory function.

Although there is another one of these Cobra soldiers that obeys your orders now, its underlying code should be in the hands of the developer!"

After pecking at the bread crumbs, the gray pigeon did not show any nostalgia and flew away from the palms of the Tang and Song dynasties.

"Whose side do you think these Cobra soldiers will take in a conflict between you and the commander!?"

Tang Song patted the crumbs of bread in his hand and stood up. The bodyguard beside him quickly handed over his cane.

Thumping...

The pigeons that were pecking on the ground were frightened and flew into the air one by one to spread their wings.

Tang Song walked in front with a cane, and several bodyguards followed him.

"I understand! Boss!"

The white ghost followed Tang Song, his eyes watching left and right with vigilance.

"You still have a group of people in the snowy mountains of Tibet?!"

Followed by four tall bodyguards in black, Tang Song walked on the street. In addition to smiles, some people even stayed away from them to avoid trouble.

"After I left Lan Ying, Zatan asked me to train a group of personal guards for him.

I retrained a group of ninjas in the snowy mountains of Tibet according to Lan Ying's training methods. There are about sixty of them, and their skills are all good, so they can be used!"

Although Bai Guiying didn't know the reason why Tang and Song asked him, his admiration for Tang and Song from the bottom of his heart made him directly send the men he trained to Tang and Song one by one without even thinking about it.

Zatan, one of the leaders of the Cobra organization.

He is a guy who drives his enemies and even his comrades crazy, all thanks to his weird disguise technique.

His disguise skills are almost as good as real ones.

In order to maximize his disguise skills, Zatan does everything possible. In addition to disguise, Zatan is also proficient in ventriloquism, multiple languages ​​and escape techniques.

In addition, Zatan also serves as the leader of another notorious motorcycle gang, the Death Squadron.

When it comes to Zaitan, even White Ghost has a headache.

"Tibet Snow Mountain? Did you find anything unusual there?"

A black car parked not far away from Tang Song. Two people got out of the car and walked directly in the direction of Tang Song.

White Ghost took a cautious step forward and turned slightly sideways to block Tang Song.

"One of our own," Tang Song patted his shoulder and told him to relax.

The conversation in the Tang and Song dynasties changed and they mentioned the snowy mountains in Tibet.

White Ghost thought for a while and shook his head: "Boss! The mountain range where we stay is located on the top of the snow-capped mountains. There are few human traces. Usually, except for a few mountaineering teams, sometimes no one can be seen!"

"That's it!" Tang Song looked at the two people parked not far away and waved to them to come over.

"boss!"

"Mr. Tang!"

When the two of them approached, the bodyguard in black bowed to Tang Song and called him boss.

The bearded man wearing a gray T-shirt looked a little reserved.

"Come on, White Ghost, let me introduce to you. This is Ben, the champion of the Sword Forging Competition for nine consecutive years!"

"Ben! Don't be so formal. This is White Ghost, and the katana you want to fight is for him!"

Tang Song introduced each other to the two of them with a smile.

Although Tang Song asked him not to be restrained, Ben obviously still couldn't let go. After nodding towards White Ghost, he began to look at his palms and height.

"Did you bring something?"

Tang and Song looked at the German bodyguards who had arrived here.

"Boss, the stuff has arrived!" the bodyguard said quickly.

"Yeah!" Tang Song looked at Ben who had already begun to measure the length of White Ghost's hand, and then looked at White Ghost who had an awkward expression and let himself be manipulated, and smiled.

He leaned on his cane and watched the excitement.

Measuring the width and length of the palm, measuring the arm length and height, I was busy for a while, and after a set of procedures, I didn't feel like I was forging a knife, but like a tailor.

The white ghost had a stinky face and let Ben manipulate it.

"Mr. Tang, I have already measured it and can start work at any time!"

When Ben faced the Tang and Song Dynasties, his confident expression when he had just measured the white ghost suddenly became cautious.

There was no way, Ben was the knife forging champion for nine consecutive years in the knife forging competition, and later he directly became a member of the referee team.

He can be regarded as one of the few winners in this competition.

He vaguely heard something about the big boss behind the knife forging competition.

He was just a knife maker. Facing the legendary Tang and Song Dynasties with a dark background, he was naturally a little restrained.

"Did Ryan tell you about the properties of Adamantium alloy?" Tang Song said with a warm look on his face.

Ben nodded and replied: "Before coming, Mr. Lane asked me to make a dagger using Adamantium alloy!

Once this metal is smelted and cooled, there will still be no sign of melting even at a high temperature of 500,000 degrees Celsius...

A very strange metal, weapons made from it are almost indestructible..."

As if referring to professional knowledge related to his profession, Ben's demeanor changed and he began to describe the wonders of this metal to the Tang and Song Dynasties with gestures.

Tang Song listened patiently to Ben's description of his design for the katana with a gentle face.

When the white ghost on the side heard Ben's description of the katana designed for him, he also came up and interrupted from time to time, telling Ben his requirements.

Ben used his professionalism to refute Bai Ghost's opinions and told him the unreasonableness of his opinions.

The two of them had a heated exchange of words, but both of them were poor talkers, and Ben, the knifemaker, was a skilled tradesman in his own right.

Not to mention White Ghost, he is good at using the knife in his hand to refute the enemy's point of view.

He once killed four gun-wielding targets in two seconds with the katana in his hand.

So the refutation between the two is also very interesting.

White Ghost wanted to increase the weight of the katana, and Ben told him about the weight of the katana that is most suitable for the human body...

White Ghost directly pinched the back of Ben's neck and lifted him up with one hand, letting him see what inhuman strength was.

It was obvious that White Ghost had convinced Daliben in his own way to increase the weight of the katana.

There are many more like this. White Ghost told Ben about his concept of a katana, such as two samurai swords that can be assembled together.

When Ben doubted the practicality of these two samurai swords, White Ghost directly pulled out two spare samurai swords, twisted the handles together, and showed him what sword skills are on the spot.

Ben's eyes widened as he watched the two samurai swords with cold light changing unpredictably in the hands of the white ghost. He could hardly find the blades while dancing.

Obviously, White Ghost won this round again.

Tang and Song watched the excitement with a smile on the side, and the white ghost's action of dancing the samurai sword also attracted some people passing by to watch.

When they saw Bai Phantom's miraculous knife skills, which were almost like magic, many people gave Bai Phantom their thumbs up and praised him in the local language.

Of course, if someone wants to take pictures, a few bodyguards in black will directly come forward to stop them.

After ordinary people see these bodyguards wearing crisp suits, sunglasses and headsets, they usually choose to stop shooting and delete the negatives under the supervision of the bodyguards.

Of course, there are also stupid young people who think too highly of themselves, a bearded man who speaks like a federalist, democracy, and freedom of photography.

Just as he was shouting, one of the bodyguards lifted his suit back, revealing the black gun handle on his lower back.

"OK! OK! OK..."

Big Beard wisely handed over his camera. After the bodyguard checked it, he deleted the photos inside and threw the camera back to him. He almost ran away from the street.

Seeing that they were attracted by White Phantom's sword skills, more and more people joined in the fun.

Tang Song said hello and left the street directly with a few people and returned to the hotel where they were staying.
To be continued...