The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 442 Meeting
Portland Forest Park is located in the Tualatin Mountains west of the city center. It stretches for more than 13 kilometers. Standing at the highest point, you can overlook the magnificent Willamette River. It is one of the largest urban forest reserves in the New World.

The area is a mixture of primary and secondary forests, trees and shrubs, lush vegetation and rugged terrain. Therefore, vicious crimes occasionally occur there. There are some particularly remote corners that even experienced hikers are unwilling to risk visiting.

Somewhere in the northeast corner of the park, a rusty old railway track is hidden in the lush grass. Despite being bent by the roots of many shrubs, it stubbornly crawls forward and extends into an undeveloped valley forest.

The track spacing is narrower than that of today's common railways, and the rails underneath are laid with old-fashioned oil-soaked sleepers that have long been eliminated and eroded by wind and rain, and have obviously been scrapped for many years.

Under the illumination of a few dim stars, two figures quietly walked along this road forgotten by the years. Their steps were brisk and casual, as if they were just strolling leisurely after dinner, but in just two or three steps, they had already rushed dozens of meters.

"Almost there!" His body was covered with a strange layer of energy, like a fish sliding into the water, his body was covered with oil, and he could easily push the strong wind to both sides. Nick quickly glanced at the atlas in his hand.

"Less than a kilometer along this freight track is the abandoned small copper mine hidden by the other party."

He took off the long sword on his back and put it on his belt, then sent a few text messages using the communicator.

In a certain sense, his arrival represented the state's violent agency. Nick certainly didn't think the other party would dare to act wildly, but in line with the principle of caution, he secretly notified his colleagues to be prepared.

Hundreds of meters of dense forest disappeared in a flash, and under a low cliff in front, a tunnel entrance sealed with wooden boards suddenly came into view.

As if sensing someone approaching, the moldy, rotten, and blackened wooden boards collapsed lightly. It turned out that they were just simply covered on top.

"Good evening, Mr. [Red Dragon] Ryan, I am Nick Green, the captain of the Special Investigation Bureau's operations team. This sudden visit is to conduct an in-depth investigation into the case of your daughter's disappearance."

Nick's calm words reflected and echoed repeatedly on the walls of the cave and spread deeper into the cave.

However, the mine was silent for a while, as if there was no one there, or simply didn't bother to respond.

Just when they were getting a little impatient, a deep male voice slowly came out.

"Hmph, come in and talk." The voice was low and majestic, rumbling like thunder, with an unquestionable meaning.

...Heh, what a big tone, what a big deal. Zhu Mingyao curled his lips in disdain. He was just a [Lord-level] alien warlock, but he really thought he was a fire dragon just because he had a little dragon blood.

However, when he caught a glimpse of his companion's solemn expression, he immediately realized that this was because his family was only in this mountain.

Although the number of extraordinary people has increased compared to ancient times due to the population explosion and the breaking of knowledge monopoly, high-level strong people are still rare.

It was because his own strength grew too fast, and he met too many masters on a daily basis. He even fought with the legendary old devil once or twice. His vision was raised to the sky, so he felt that the [Lord Rank] was not worth mentioning.

In fact, this level is already enough to be the leader of a small or medium-sized organization, and it is normal to show such a degree of arrogance.

The two men nodded to each other, maintained basic vigilance, and entered the darkness of the mine side by side.

It was late spring and early summer, and the scorching breeze could only be felt during the day. The night air was still reserved, bringing a touch of coolness to people's sleep. However, when they stepped into the tunnel, the precious coolness suddenly turned into anxiety. A dry and hot air flow mixed with a strange smell of sulfur and oil quietly drifted from the front.

As we continued to go deeper, the heat became more and more intense, almost like midsummer. If an ordinary person came here, he would probably be sweating profusely.

At the end of the tunnel, a dark red shadow floated, and then expanded, and a spacious stone chamber of at least two or three hundred square meters appeared in front of us.

Thousands of tiny black and purple lights flickered all over the ground, like loyal subjects guarding a rough golden-red high chair.

Under the action of high temperature, the quartz particles in the sandstone dissolve into a solution, which flows gently. After cooling, it covers this space with a layer of crystal clear glass.

Several balls of blazing white flames leaped in the air, and against the backdrop of the light, it made people feel as if they were in a dazzling crystal palace. This indirectly confirmed the owner's profound control over fire, and combined with the lazy posture of the figure on the high chair, it created a striking effect.

Such pretentiousness might fool ordinary mediocre people, but to Zhu Mingyao, who had witnessed many big scenes, it seemed a bit exaggerated.

Under his induction of [Lung God Huagai], the high chair under the man's butt looked magnificent, but in fact it was just wrapped in a layer of gold foil on the outside, and the inside was full of molten brass.

From the cavity next door, there were even many metallic smells of various shapes, some long and some flat, which clearly showed that a lot of copper materials were stored there.

Oh no, you don't dare to plunder gold everywhere, so you're plundering brass instead? In today's era, you still follow the guidance of your bloodline, carry out the bad habits of your race to the end, and hoard shiny things wherever you go. You are so particular, I would like to respectfully call you the Master of Growing Grass...

Not realizing that his image had changed from a mysterious and powerful man to a scrap metal recycler, the figure stood up feeling good about himself.

He looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, with half-long brown-red hair that was messy and tangled, and an unkempt beard. If he replaced his jeans with a worn-out jacket, he would look no different from a homeless person sitting next to a garbage dump on the street.

Of course, the premise of all this is to ignore the flames dancing in those red and yellow eyes, and the shield-shaped red scales faintly visible on the towering brow bones.

“Hello, Mr. Ryan, it seems that you have brought some innocent club employees here for questioning, right?

Please allow me, as a government official, to remind you not to involve irrelevant people. The Federation is a place with laws and rules. "Nick stepped forward and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"We will do our best to investigate this matter, but before that, can we let them go home first?"

"My daughter is missing, respected government official." Although he thought his words were gentle, the man's mood was obviously not so happy.

His lips turned up, revealing two rows of teeth that were harder and thicker than those of humans.

"Do you think the so-called rules still apply at this time?"

There was no point in talking, and a sense of anxiety suddenly rose in the air.

(End of this chapter)