The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

On the barren hills of the Izu Peninsula, the salty sea breeze carries the waves against the rocks, one gust after another.

Zhao Qing waved his hand gently, and the metal shell of the prismatic floating cabin slid open silently, revealing the shadow warrior imprisoned by liquid nitrogen gel inside, the "king general" who had spoken earlier.

The humanoid had skin that was an unnatural bluish-gray, with dilated pupils and a snake-like mouth beneath a tattered Noh mask.

"The specimen is still alive." She whispered, and a wisp of light blue true energy condensed in her palm, which turned into three icy needles as thin as cow hair, and pierced into the shadow warrior's brow, heart and spine respectively.

When the needle tips were pulled out, they brought out a line of dark red blood, which floated in the air and squirmed slightly like a living thing.

Xia Mi leaned in to observe: "The purity of the dragon blood is not low, but the structure is very strange... like it has been artificially adjusted?"

"Well, there are traces of fusion in the bloodline. It seems that the training of this kind of 'super soldier' ​​is quite similar to the pursuit of blood imprint superposition and bloodline advantage inheritance by many mixed-blood noble families, but it is mainly achieved through the injection of multiple different types of evolutionary drugs... The iteration and upgrade are much faster."

Zhao Qing introduced three strands of blood into an hourglass-shaped micro alchemical matrix and casually commented on the technology.

The matrix was silver-white all over, with fine runes engraved on the surface, corresponding to the Big Dipper and the Yin-Yang pivot. Two swirling mists were suspended inside - one was red like blood, and the other was dark blue like ice.

After the blood was injected, the red mist suddenly boiled and condensed into countless tiny dragon-shaped patterns, swimming up and down in the hourglass.

The bottom of the hourglass is connected to a golden compass, which is called the Qi-Spirit Analyzer. There are eight bronze pointers on the outside, which are engraved with "soul, spirit, essence, Qi, spirit, blood, bone, and vein". At this moment, it is spinning wildly, detecting the relevant data of the specimen.

The liquid in the hourglass also began to gradually separate into layers - the upper layer was as clear as ice crystals, and the lower layer was as turbid as shadows.

"Is this... the separation of the dragon blood purity and the spiritual imprint?"

Xia Mi instantly realized that this was a re-enactment of "Tai Yi ascending from the earth to the sky" in "The Emerald Jade Record". She could not help but be surprised and amazed at Zhao Qing's superb alchemy: "What a great creation! It is equivalent to simulating the 'Road to the Gods' with instruments!"

“Just the first little bit.”

Zhao Qing nodded. "By analyzing and processing these two separately, we can track both the dragon blood lineage and the spiritual characteristics together. Both the accuracy and resolution can be greatly improved."

After she finished speaking, her mind moved slightly, and the alchemical matrix suddenly expanded, turning into an ice-blue halo with a diameter of three meters that floated in the air.

"Now, build the base of the Psychic Beacon."

Zhao Qing clenched his five fingers into a fist, and the air around him suddenly cooled down. Countless tiny ice crystals condensed out of thin air, swirling and gathering like snowflakes, eventually forming a black ice tower about five meters high.

The tower rises in a spiral shape, with three sharp ice crystal antennas extending from the top, distributed at an angle of 120 degrees, like an ice crown.

At the base of the tower, the halo of the alchemical matrix slowly sank and merged with the black ice. As the runes flowed, the entire beacon began to emit a faint blue halo.

"How far can this thing cover?"

Xia Mi walked around the beacon, reached out and knocked on the surface of the ice crystal, making a crisp sound.

"The maximum radius of a single beacon is about thirty kilometers, but if it is deployed at a high altitude without obstruction, the range can be expanded with the help of free energy in the atmosphere."

Zhao Qing explained, "However, what we really need is not the coverage area, but the 'signal penetration' - it must be able to ignore the interference of terrain, buildings, and even the Nibelungen and directly lock onto the target."

"It's really a variant radar!" Xia Mi smiled. Compared with the radio antenna array of Zhang Huatai, it is still several steps behind. "But if it's just a dragon blood 'radar', the name should be changed to a mind detector. 'Mind Beacon' doesn't fit the name."

"Have you heard of 'Sound Transmission and Soul Searching Technique'?"

Zhao Qing went on to introduce: "The Xiaoyao Sect's unique sound skills can 'scan' and search for fellow disciples' true qi fluctuations from several miles away, and transmit the sound into secrets. If the difference in skill is huge, the opponent can be directly controlled, and the enemy can be ordered to act and be tied up."

"The 'fellow disciples' restriction here is actually very easy to break. All you need to do is know the faction of the target's cultivation technique, and then you can try to simulate it."

"Just as I now have the specimen of the King General Shadow Warrior on hand, and considering that the 'formula' of other Shadow Warriors is probably roughly the same, then, by simply adjusting the resonance frequency of the beacon, I can reversely lock on to all individuals of similar bloodlines."

"This control skill sounds very similar to 'Bloodline Summoning' and 'Word Spirit Emperor'."

Xia Mi replied thoughtfully: "The real principle is the resonance of your life energy, right? The beacon amplifies your mental fluctuations, causing the specific dragon blood gene to produce forced resonance."

"good."

Zhao Qing nodded. "The beacon will release energy fluctuations of a specific frequency to resonate with the target's mind. If the target's bloodline is similar to that of a shadow warrior, the beacon will mark it directly. When the bloodline and mental resistance are below the threshold, it can directly suppress their consciousness, perform deep hypnosis, and even rewrite part of their thoughts."

She raised her hand and tapped lightly, injecting a ray of divine thought into the beacon's core. Suddenly, the runes on the tower lit up one by one, flickering like stars, emitting invisible ripples of vitality.

"I have set up a layer of 'cognitive lens' in the Psychic Beacon. Based on the entangled divine thoughts, it transfers the suspicious information it collects to my side, making it have the effect of detecting 'conceptual invisibility'... Yes, this seemingly incredible barrier can be completely bypassed by tricks -"

This is just like in Dragon Race 4, when Lu Mingfei saw the plane crash in the accident replay on TV news, but it was actually Odin swinging a sword from a distance through the mirror formed by the accumulated water, but other people could not see the truth at all - whether observing directly or indirectly, the awakened ones will never be deceived by this method.

"But the prerequisite is that there is an observer with a high-dimensional real perspective and terrifyingly strong data processing capabilities."

Xia Mi blinked and suddenly laughed: "So, this thing is essentially a 'cheat device', right?"

"You can understand it that way." Zhao Qing smiled slightly, then turned to Yuan Zhinv, gathered a ray of cold light on his fingertips, and gently tapped his forehead: "The beacon sensing permission has been opened. Now, you can 'see' the distribution of hybrids. Try to use your 'spiritual vision' to perceive the surroundings."

Yuan Zhinu only felt a wisp of cold air rushing into his mind, as if countless silk threads were gently trembling at the end of his nerves. The world in front of him suddenly changed - countless pale golden dots flickered in the darkness, some dense as nebulae, and some isolated as fireflies.

"This is..." Yuan Zhinv widened her eyes slightly.

"Try to control it." Zhao Qing guided: "The golden light spot represents a hybrid. The brighter the light, the stronger the bloodline. If the target has a similar bloodline to the shadow warrior, it will appear bright purple."

Yuan Zhinv tried to concentrate, and the light spots in her vision immediately enlarged. On the sea in the distance, several faint golden lights were moving slowly - they were the secret party members who were hiding their identities on the M Army frigate.

And in the farther mountains and forests, several dark red spots of light were moving away at a very fast speed. They were Su Enxi and the two dragon blood cats.

The strangest thing is the group of undead cavalry - their light spots are not entities, but twisted shadows, as if they were forcibly fixed in reality by some force.

"I see..." Genjiro whispered, "Those cavalry are no longer 'invisible' under the beacon's scan."

"Not only that." Zhao Qing added, "You can also switch modes and try mind control."

As Yuan Zhinu's mind moved, the vibration of the beacon suddenly became sharp, piercing towards an undead cavalryman like an invisible thread. The knight's body froze, and a crack appeared on his skull mask. His dark golden pupils flickered violently, as if he was struggling.

"It works!" Xia Mi clapped her hands excitedly, "But how much can it control?"

"In theory, one beacon can control 3,600 B-level hybrids and above at the same time."

Zhao Qing estimated, "But the actual number depends on the willpower of the target, or the 'spiritual cultivation' multiplied by the strength of the mental force. For example, these cavalrymen, although their bloodline is not low, their spirits have been solidified by alchemy. Once the alchemical masks they wear are broken, it will be easier to control them."

"It can only be controlled by creatures with dragon blood. It is completely ineffective against pure-blooded humans. However, the descendants of the White King in Japan have been multiplying for ten thousand years. Almost all of them have trace amounts of dragon genes. As long as the proportion reaches about one ten-thousandth, they can be included in the 'soul search'."

The bloodline purity of 0.01% is estimated to exceed the S level in the secret party standard - of course, the S after ABCD.

"Then, here comes the question—"

Xia Mi crossed her arms and asked with her head tilted, "Where should this thing be deployed? We can't just leave it standing in the middle of nowhere, right?"

"Deployment requirements: around Tokyo, high places with no obstructions, signals can cover the entire area, and it is easy to defend but difficult to attack." Zhao Qing pondered, "Now there are several alternative locations." She then raised her hand and made a swipe. Six cursors appeared on the holographic projection map, forming a hexagram:
1. Tokyo Tower

2. Sky Tree (not yet completed, but high enough, signal coverage on the east side)
3. Genji Heavy Industries Building (Headquarters of Sheqi Eight, key monitoring)
4. Roppongi Hills Mori Tower (covers the west side)
5. Odaiba Rainbow Bridge (covering the port area)

6. Fuji TV Headquarters (covering the coastal area)
"I have set up adaptive camouflage in the Psychic Beacon, which is a simulation of the Word Spirit Ghost. Ordinary people will subconsciously ignore its existence, but high-level hybrids may still sense abnormalities - but if necessary, the beacon will automatically drive it away."

Zhao Qing added: "The only ones I fear are Odin's men."

"The king should be unable to do anything about it?" Genjitsu didn't care much about the Nordic gods and the Dragon King. "His real body is probably active in Tokyo, right? Can we ensure that we can catch him?"

"This is your mission."

Zhao Qing explained: "The original body of 'King General', Herzog, is most likely a mixed-blood with a relatively low pedigree, estimated to be between D-level and B-level, and has the power of hypnosis or similar spiritual power. He may appear in Source Heavy Industries and a secret warehouse..."

She took out a diamond-shaped ice crystal flake, melted a dragon blood ink ingot and engraved many mysterious rune circuits on it, and handed it to the other party: "Portable beacon sub-body, search for Herzog's trace within 12 hours, and report any intelligence to me at any time."

"I understand." Yuan Zhinv bowed.

"Also, you can learn Chinese when you have time." Zhao Qing added, "It saves me the effort of filtering audio and translating in real time, and it can also prepare for the cultivation of martial arts books later."

In fact, connecting with others through spiritual thoughts and feeling the impact of thousands of emotional fluctuations is also an excellent way to practice spiritual practice.

Thousands of hearts gathered in one body, igniting the fire of the worldly affairs, observing the karma, perhaps this becomes the foundation for the sublimation of the realm.

This is exactly what she deduced, another way to advance on the "Path to Deification" besides tapping into the power of one's superego.

"By the way," she glanced at the rain and mist in the distance, as well as the cavalry patrolling the sea, "To enter or leave Nibelungen, one must pass through some kind of interface. Water is a very suitable interface, and mirrors are also excellent interfaces. Odin uses this to invade and cause trouble. Can he destroy it?"

"Xia Mi, you will soon be able to seize the authority of the Water King. In addition to synthesizing the 'Amanuma Spear', making it rainless in the entire Tokyo and even in R, isn't that also a way to resist the enemy?"

"Well... the enrichment of water elements will cause precipitation, but the depletion of water elements will not cause drought. The two are mutually attractive. Therefore, the best way to remove water vapor should be high-temperature evaporation and low-temperature freezing. Fog and mirrors are still inevitable in a short period of time."

Xia Mi pondered for a while: "Although there is no special word spirit to do this, we can still give it a try. It is also interesting to keep the aggressive 'King of Gods' out of the door and prevent him from coming in even if he wants to."

"But there are many mirrors on high-rise buildings. They can only limit the range of movement, which is a temporary solution." Shi Yiguang suddenly said: "Why not just blow up the Night Food Origin?"

"The tendency towards violence is quite serious!" Xia Mi blinked: "It can be seen that the Nibelungen in Tokyo is at least tens of thousands of square kilometers in size. After all, it is a distorted and enlarged version of Tokyo. Although it is a bit old and rotten, the Odin forces also know how to reinforce and repair it..."

"Even if I use all my strength to release the 'Shiva Karma Dance' and trigger a 9.5-magnitude earthquake, it may not be able to completely destroy such a huge alchemical space, especially when there is a top alchemy master maintaining control, who is able to regulate the distribution of elements to suppress the power of the Word Spirit and use special structures to relieve stress."

"Why not just use a conventional nuclear explosion?"

Shi Yiguang calmly opened a complex design on the holographic screen: "Five-stage TU configuration thermonuclear weapon, theoretical explosive power: 5 billion tons of TNT equivalent. It is no less lethal than the 'World-Destroying Word Spirit', and it has been manufactured."

Generally speaking, nuclear bombs are not used blindly to expand their equivalent in military applications, because using multiple warheads can significantly increase their killing range. However, if they are detonated in a confined space, the output value per unit volume is calculated, so naturally the equivalent is greater than the quantity.

"Already manufactured?!" Xia Mi's eyes widened, and she grabbed the holographic screen and repeatedly confirmed the parameters: "Are you crazy? The radius of this thing's fireball is larger than the height of the Nibelungen?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qing patted her head. "These are all routine operations. How can the production plan of only 100 super hydrogen bombs compare to the chain meteorite impact plan? Cutting the lunar rock layer, using cables and Ragnarok point balance to pull the huge rocks into space, ready to aim at the ground and bombard it at any time, this is the killer weapon!"

"I originally wanted to call on the asteroid belt, but the distance is too far after all, and it's inefficient to waste time. It's better to do it ourselves and have enough food and clothing." Shi Yiguang raised his hand and pointed at the moon that disappeared during the day: "Now more than 50 alchemical puppets have been launched into the sky and landed on the moon, and they are working day and night..."

"You must be kidding... Is this what 'enough food and clothing' means?"

Xia Mi opened her mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time. She looked first at Zhao Qing, then at Shi Yi Guang. The holographic screen projector in her hand fell onto the wet reef with a "click".

She mechanically turned her head to look at the horizon, as if she could see the bustling construction scene on the moon's surface. The sea breeze blew up the strands of hair at her temples, revealing a slightly twitching mouth. "You call this... routine operation? I thought I was crazy enough as the Dragon King, but now, why do I feel like I've entered the villain's nest?" Xia Mi's voice trembled a little.

She couldn't imagine that these two seemingly calm women were secretly planning such a crazy plan.

"If we don't adopt the most radical plan, how can we catch up with Odin and Nidhogg, who have developed for thousands of years?"

Zhao Qing smiled faintly and kneaded Xia Mi's ahoge fiercely: "Once 'Ragnarok' comes, all mankind will face a disaster comparable to the 'mass extinction' level. What does my weapon system count for?"

"In fact, it's too early to discuss this now—" She added: "The lithium deuteride-6 that has been produced is only a thousand tons, which is not enough for the plan. The enemy we are facing has not yet been upgraded to this level. Only one or two super hydrogen bombs are enough."

Shi Yiguang continued, "The Nibelungen space covering Tokyo has a high probability of some 'gaps' in reality. We need to focus on detecting and monitoring them, and repair them before detonation. Try to plug them up... If that doesn't work, build a few walls of black ice to block them outside, or adjust the space structure to face the sky."

"In theory, we can completely control the destructive power of the explosion within the Nibelungen, and the real world will only feel a slight earthquake and a few leaked auroras." Zhao Qing further explained, "Of course, this requires extremely high energy control precision."

"It sounds like they're using Nibelungen as a pressure cooker to suffocate Odin and his army of 'heroes' inside and cook them to death..." Xia Mi finally came to her senses from the shock, bent down to pick up the fallen projector, and muttered softly, "But aren't they afraid of destroying the White King's holy remains?"

"If the Holy Relics were in the so-called 'Night Food Field', I think Odin should have gotten it long ago. Rather than letting the enemy try to absorb it, it would be better to directly grant the enemy the same destruction."

Zhao Qing shook his head. "Besides, the Holy Remains may not be unable to withstand a nuclear explosion. When Takama-ga-hara sank last time, it was hit by two World-Destroying Words, but it was fine, right? It has exceptionally good pressure resistance."

……

At the same time, in the Seventh Fleet Operations Command Room, off the coast of Tokyo Bay.

Angers stood in front of the projection screen of the CIC (Combat Information Center), tapping his silver-plated cane with his fingertips, his eyes scanning the real-time updated dragon viper diffusion model.

The officers of the M Army looked tense, and red alerts flashed on the electronic screens - another submarine optical cable was eaten and broken, and the global communication delay rate had increased by 12%.

"Mr. Cassel."

Admiral James pushed open the cabin door, followed by two NSA agents, whose faces were as gloomy as the sea before a storm.

He slammed the tablet on the table. On the screen was the encrypted group chat record that had just been urgently withdrawn - the accusations against the Gattuso family by the [Strategic Defense Agency-Kassel] account were clearly listed.

"explain."

The admiral's voice seemed to be squeezed out of an ice cellar. "Why did your account send unverified intelligence to the Pentagon ten minutes ago? Uranium enrichment procurement? Space-based weapons? Congressional infiltration? Do you know what these accusations mean?"

Angers raised his eyebrows slightly, took a sip of coffee, and let the bitterness spread on his tongue. He glanced at the officers in the command room with different expressions - some bowed their heads and pretended to sort out documents, some swallowed nervously, and some secretly reached for the pistols on their waists.

These subtle movements passed by his eyes one by one like a silent drama.

“The account was stolen.”

Angers said lightly: "The Pentagon's cybersecurity department should be well aware that the abnormal electromagnetic environment in Tokyo Bay recently has even interfered with satellite communications."

"Stolen?"

An NSA agent sneered, "The Strategic Defense Agency's encryption system can be easily hacked? Do you think we are fools?"

Ange smiled, his eyes swept across the officers in the command room, and finally fell back on James' face.

"Admiral, are you questioning my loyalty or my ability?"

His voice was still gentle, but it was sharp and unquestionable.

"If it's the former, I'm sorry, because it means you don't trust the Pentagon's decisions; if it's the latter--"

He tapped his coffee cup gently. "Then I might as well remind you that the most important thing to worry about now is whether these 'metal locusts' will chew through your aircraft carrier propellers tomorrow morning."

Admiral James' knuckles turned white from cracking his teeth.

"Cassell, I don't care what kind of backers you have in the Pentagon, but right now the Seventh Fleet is carrying out the highest-level combat missions, and your people -" he pointed sharply at the screen, "- are using military communication channels to spread false intelligence against our allies!"

"Do you know the influence of the Gattuso family in Europe? If this matter gets out of hand, the first person the White House will hold accountable is you!"

Ange did not answer immediately, but slowly pulled out a cigar from his suit pocket, cut it open, and lit it. The smoke swirled in the cold light of the command room like a lazy snake.

"James, do you know why the Pentagon sent me here?"

The Admiral narrowed his eyes.

"Because you can't handle these fish."

Angers blew out a puff of smoke and scanned the expanding red tide zone on the sea map. "And I can."

"Stop changing the subject!" the admiral shouted, "The question now is——"

"The problem is..." Angers suddenly interrupted, his voice still gentle, but with an unquestionable sharpness, "If you continue to dwell on a 'hacking incident' instead of focusing on resolving the civilization-level threat at hand, then tomorrow morning, the collapse of the global financial market will come faster than the lawyer's letter from the Gattuso family."

He flicked the ash off his cigarette and continued to press: "So, Admiral, do you want to continue interrogating me here, or do you want me to deal with those little things that are gnawing at the foundation of human civilization?"

"When the president was questioned on TV about why the invincible American fleet couldn't even stop a school of fish, what kind of answer would you give? Some bigwigs are obviously more concerned about the Dow Jones Index tomorrow morning than a few random news reports."

There was dead silence in the command room.

Admiral James's expression was uncertain. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "This matter will not be let go like this."

"Of course." Ange smiled, "Once the crisis is resolved, I will be happy to cooperate with the investigation."

He stood up, adjusted his cuffs, and walked toward the cabin door. The officers who had been blocking the door unconsciously made way for him, just like the Red Sea parted for Moses.

No one can stop a Time Zero owner, even if he looks like just an old man with a cane.

"Where are you going?" the admiral asked coldly, his voice noticeably weaker.

"Tokyo." Angers said without turning his head, "Since someone dared to hack my account, I have to find out who is behind it."

"In addition--" He paused, turned his head, and raised a meaningful smile:
"I just received intelligence that the Ghost Clan, a transnational criminal organization suspected of GIS and high-risk biological weapons, has funded many deep-sea explorations in recent years. They may be related to the source of the dragon viper. I have to go take a look."

"As for the Gattuso family..." Angers shrugged, "If you really care that much, why not ask Frost Gattuso and see if he is willing to explain it clearly."

Explain clearly why a "hacker" left a crucial piece of evidence on the login page of the [Strategic Defense Agency-Kassel] account: the top-secret communication records between Frost and Friedrich von Roon, who was suspected to be a traitor in the "Summer Mourning" incident.

After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked out, leaving the room in silence.

Before seeing this message, Angers had intended to use a more roundabout way to pry open Gattuso's armor and cautiously seek cooperation. But at this moment, a trace of cold pleasure surged in his heart, and he even wished that the mysterious hacker would stab him a few more times.

“Vengeance is mine, I will repay.” The proverb in Romans 12:19 flashed through Angers’ mind.

One hundred years ago, the blood of Kassel Manor dyed the summer of Hamburg red; one hundred years later, the virtual identity that EVA prepared for itself, named "Kassel", unexpectedly became a sharp knife stabbing at the enemy - as if there was a divine will in the dark.

Frost probably never dreamed that this "hacker attack" would bring up old accounts!
……

Two minutes later, Ange stood on the deck, the sea breeze swirled the hem of his windbreaker, and the pilot from the secret party had confirmed the route. The vice-president's voice came from the headset, gloating: "Old man, were you kicked out by the M Army? Do you need my help to forge a new identity?"

"Don't be too discouraged. At least it's not like the time at Pearl Harbor, when bombs were flying all over the sky to see you off." The night watchman put himself in his old friend's shoes and thought: "Since you've suffered a loss in the Navy, why not fire the janitor who was a former Navy SEAL to make up for your lost face?"

"No need." Angers said calmly, "Please help me contact Frost Gattuso and apply for some funds for the operation."

"Are you crazy? You just hacked their family and now you're asking for money?"

"It is precisely because we have just cheated on them that we are the safest now." Angers put his mind back on the blood debt of the past, chuckled and said without revealing any emotion: "Frost knows better than anyone - if I really want to bring down Gattuso, I will never use such a clumsy method."

"Clumsy? Wasn't it very effective?"

After three rings, Frost Gattuso's restrained voice came: "Anger, you'd better explain why your account submitted such a 'ridiculous' report to the US military. This low-level frame-up will only make the board of directors vote on your retirement proposal in advance."

"Frost, I was just trying to talk to you."

Ange's voice was filled with just the right amount of helplessness. "Apparently someone has hacked into my permissions. Considering the recent over-activity of the Gattuso family's 'business acquisition activities' in Tokyo, some forces may want to take this opportunity to sow discord between us and the military."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second: "What are you implying?"

The helicopter's rotors whipped up a strong wind. Angers held down his hat with one hand, speaking in a relaxed and natural tone:
"I just blocked a bullet for you. You should say thank you first and approve the 'Special Fund for Refuting Rumors' as a reward... Otherwise, Gattuso doesn't want the 2400 tons of gold reserves of the Bank of Rome to be targeted, right?"

"If some 'false accusations' are dug deeper by someone with ulterior motives, there is no guarantee that someone will not find something...more sensitive."

Frost's breathing became slightly heavier.

"……How much do you want?"

"5000 million US dollars, deposit it into my personal account immediately." Ange's voice became more calm, "Just consider it as a public relations fee."

"You are blackmailing me."

"No, I'm helping you." Angers smiled. "After all, compared to letting the U.S. military thoroughly investigate Gattuso's overseas assets, this little money is nothing. When doing business, you have to know how to weigh the pros and cons!"

Frost was silent for a few seconds, and finally said coldly: "Anger, Gattuso is not an ATM... You'd better find out something. The money will be credited. But if you play this trick again-"

"Don't worry, I always value the 'spirit of contract'. We can each get what we need."

Angers hung up the phone with a smile and turned to board the plane. The vice-president's voice rang out immediately, his voice full of dissatisfaction, "It's a loss, it's too little! Do you know how to negotiate? When you bargain, you should start with a high price, such as 200 million US dollars, and then slowly cut it down."

"What I lack is not money, but time and the pleasure of plucking the feathers of the stingy people."

Taking money to get things done can also eliminate the other party's vigilance.

The helicopter engine roared, and the black "Sea Hawk" flew level in the air. Angers tapped his silver cane lightly with his fingers, and the molten gold flames flickered slightly in his eyes. He whispered to himself: "Uesugi Yue... You have been hiding for half a century. It's time to come out and meet old friends."

Suddenly, the fuselage shook violently.

Outside the porthole, a flash of lightning split the clouds, illuminating the dark cavalry silently gathering on the sea - their skull masks looked up at the helicopter, and the muzzles of their rusty AK47s slowly raised.

...(End of chapter)