If we tell the truth, because of the threatening phone call or being too steady, people will eventually run away, the base will explode, and the fart will not be caught... I can tell with my butt, and they will definitely have to take responsibility.

But if you have this thing, it will be a great achievement.

Although the organization ran away, he mastered the clues, obtained some experimental data, and obtained the physical objects, and found the whereabouts of the missing extraordinary man...

No matter how badly they are, they can all take the lead one step up.

At the cost, they just need to apply for a set of equipment from above and find an excuse to fool them. There are too many reasons, and they will report losses and damage what they want.

The most important thing is that this thing is not produced by them, but normal equipment, so why don’t they do it?

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Bang ~

Qian Wuyue threw her phone on the table in trouble, rubbed her hair randomly, and squatted in front of the floor-to-ceiling window like a pitiful orange cat, crouching into a lump of grievance.

She originally wanted to wait.

As a result, news suddenly came from the headquarters of the Ninth Bureau. Yunhai Municipal Branch reported that a batch of equipment was needed to deal with the members of the organization, and that the collapsed mountain was dug in an attempt to dig out more useful things.

Among this batch of equipment, there are newly developed nano armor.

She is in Yunhai City, and she is a member of the organization. How could she not know the details about it? When the Jiu Bureau was on the periphery, the base exploded. They could get a hammer.

In addition, her eyeliner told her that Yan Feng had met with the three action captains of the branch at different times a few days ago at the beach, and then the branch held a meeting...

No matter how slow she was, she knew that this matter was probably caused by Yan Feng, and this nano armor... might be one of the trading projects.

In other words, Kusuo May is one step late, and this thing is enough. What's more useless?

It seems that if you want to seduce Yan Feng, you must think of another way.

By the way!

Qian Wuyue's eyes lit up, and she suddenly thought of a good idea - Guwu.

Yan Feng is a martial arts practitioner. According to the information, he has no master. He is a genius who can practice to this extent, but he must know very little about the real ancient martial arts schools, and maybe he can start from here.

In the eyes of middle and lower levels, kung fu is a thing that has long been outdated, but in the eyes of high-level officials, it is particularly important. Many elites from the Nine Bureaus are from a certain ancient martial arts school.

She herself is from the Ninth Bureau and knows a lot about this. It is said that the ancient martial arts circle holds events similar to martial arts meetings every other year for exchanges. The Ninth Bureau can also use this to select talents.

Calculate the time, it's not far away~

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Dirt ~~

The green train started to move, Yan Feng was lying on the lower bunk reading, Li Ming was on the upper bunk, and the two positions opposite were Lao Li and Li Lin, and the four of them walked together.

Li Lin hugged in the quilt and ate biscuits. She suddenly raised her head and asked vaguely: "Hey, what are you here for puppet? You are not a martial arts practitioner."

Li Ming scratched his head and said, "I will come here to see you for a long time and meet your employer."

"Employer? Are you still working as a part-time bounty hunter?" Li Lin was very curious.

Li Ming shook his head and explained with a smile: "No, it's a friend who asks me to help me, and they will give you money, so it's considered a hiring."

Yan Feng took a sip of tea, turned to the next page of the book, and asked casually: "When will your friend find you?"

"Just a while ago."

Li Ming didn't understand why, but thought about it and replied: "It was after we went to the beach, we came to the door the next day and said we wanted me to be a bodyguard."

Yan Feng's heart sank, he asked, "Male or female?"

Li Ming looked down: "Male, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yan Feng frowned slightly, then stretched out, blinking and covering the touch of playfulness in his eyes.

Men? Not Qian May?

Is it a simple coincidence, or is it done on purpose?

Yan Feng narrowed his eyes and his mind was not on the book: "If Qian Wuyue appeared in front of me again, she would undoubtedly be sure that the other party was not good, and it was 80% related to the organization. After all, this is the only intersection between me and Li Ming at present..."

Qian Mayyue, is the nail that the organization has inserted into the Ninth Bureau?

It's up to be discussed!

If this is true, there is something to play with.

Yan Feng doesn't care what will happen to the Ninth Bureau. He is not a superhero, or a saint with a strong sense of justice and a great sense of responsibility. It doesn't matter to the other party's dog brain.

He just wanted to see the excitement and see if there was any oil or water to make.

Old Li turned around, called Yan Feng a few times, and said, "Hey, hey... Yan Feng, we have agreed this time. You can only watch it, not participate on stage."

"I know, I know, I don't have the heart to play with a group of little guys." Yan Feng nodded perfunctorily and focused on the book again. No, it was a notebook.

It was the notebook that Qian Mayu deliberately forgot to his car before.

During this period, Yan Feng occasionally looked around and could probably understand what was going on.

In his words, Qian Mayu wanted him to go to an island - dig a grave.

Civilization point is called archaeology and excavation.

In jargon, it is to rob the tomb and pry the coffin.

It is not digging out a certain historical celebrity, but digging out the tomb of gods.

Who knows what the so-called clues his university teacher, the old man found from, anyway, the notes are written in a smooth and logical manner.

The name of the god is difficult to pronounce, but thanks to his major in college, Yan Feng still has an understanding of this.

O'Anos, the mythical god of water and the ocean god.

He was drawn to the second-tier gods by his teacher, and was far behind those famous main gods on the front line.

This is not the key!

Because his power is not strength at all~

But... it is said that this guy actually gave birth to three thousand river gods, three thousand ocean goddesses, and six thousand children. He really created a race.

Of course, these are all myths and legends.

In short, no matter whether the myth is true or false, according to the records in this notebook, Russia does exist.

Well, it's buried on that island.

It is said that there is also a magical artifact for burial.

This is the name of Western fantasy novels. In the notebook, it is named "Divine Object", which is what is left by ancient civilizations, including but not limited to the superb technology of ancient civilizations, as well as the clothes worn by gods...

They are gods, and the nails they cut are all divine armor!

What you use is naturally also a divine object.

Yan Feng smacked his lips, closed the notebook he had read, and muttered to himself: "Everyone who digs people's graves is concerned with lighting candles and bringing big geese. Are you afraid of being punished by God?"

"The train is so slow. I'd known to take the plane." He lifted the quilt helplessly and looked at the view of the speeding outside the window.

Old Li curled his lips and said, "Airplanes are not allowed to carry weapons."

"It's not allowed on the train." Yan Feng hummed: "But you are from the Ninth Bureau, so you can definitely do it when you show your small notebook. You just don't want to do it."
Chapter completed!