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“Of course…” Davis drawled out the last syllable.

"In addition to the previously agreed-upon resource allocation, the official team will also provide some extras, such as a certain type of [ticket]!"

"Your Excellency, could you please explain this more clearly?" Across the long table in the conference room, an elderly man wearing a black suit and a white priest's collar collar raised his eyes from the Bible laid out in front of him.

"Crash!"

Several small stone sculptures of various colors and shapes were scattered from the hands of the black-haired old agent. They bounced a few times on the hard wooden table, making a crisp sound, and rolled down in front of everyone.

"The so-called extra thing is..."

What are the qualifications for entering Teotihuacan?

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Chapter 137 Social Gathering, Secret Meeting 2

"The qualifications to enter Teotihuacan... Ha." The middle-aged witch known as Fiona chuckled softly.

"Are you planning to invite us to Mexico for a trip, so we can visit some World Heritage sites?"

Davis placed his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers in front of him, and said with a deep gaze.

“No, no, no… Ms. Fiona, the tourist destination you mentioned is currently in peak season and very crowded, while the place we are going to has been deserted for a long time. The last group of visitors who stumbled upon it must have been nearly… well, seventy years ago.”

Seventy years ago!

Upon hearing about this particular time, several people present initially looked puzzled, but then their expressions changed as if they were recalling something.

"As you all might have guessed, I am not referring to a cultural relic with the same name in some neighboring southern country..."

It's the real Teotihuacan!

The Aztec capital of gods, left behind on earth!

A series of soft gasps filled the air as Davis watched with satisfaction as the expressions of shock appeared on everyone's faces.

"From what you're saying, Director, could it be that we can conclude that the giant ape that wreaked havoc in New York seventy years ago came from Teotihuacan?"

Henry Lai, still dressed in loose gray casual clothes, sat on one side of the conference table and spoke calmly.

“You have a truly sharp mind, Mr. Lai,” Davis said with a glance at his old partner and rival, offering a compliment before continuing in a confident tone:

"After decades of dedicated research by numerous official experts in the field of mysticism, and after synthesizing information from various sources, we can now finally confirm that the 'Skull Island,' which made a fleeting appearance before the world in the 30s, is indeed the legendary 'Teotihuacan'! Furthermore, we have recently discovered a method to enter it!"

Henry Lai twitched his fingers slightly, habitually flicking his beloved mustache, a thoughtful look on his face.

"That makes sense. Back then, the incident caused such a big stir that, in order to eliminate the impact and avoid shocking the world, everyone sent a lot of people skilled in hypnosis and mind control to New York to cooperate with the federal authorities and appease the witnesses."

Afterwards, both official and non-governmental organizations from various countries searched and investigated the Sumatra area, turning almost half of the Indian Ocean upside down, but ultimately found no trace of Skull Island. At that time, the predecessors of our Chinese Chamber of Commerce speculated that it must be a secluded paradise, and today it seems that they were right.

An elderly man dressed in a black suit, resembling a pastor, closed the Bible in his hand, picked up a small statue on the table, and examined it carefully under the light.

The obsidian statue is no bigger than a thumb. The carving is simple and concise. With just a few strokes, it outlines an adorable black mongrel. The edges and corners are mottled and blurred, making it clear at a glance that it is an antique.

"Mexican dogs? Indeed, they are one of the symbols of the Aztec gods..." the old man murmured, drawing on his knowledge as a religious figure.

"Hmm?" He raised his white eyebrows, as if he had discovered something, and picked up several other small statues carved with animals such as wild boars, brown bears, and lizards, and carefully compared them.

"Wait, this doesn't seem to be a statue, but rather... a set of children's game pieces?" the old pastor said hesitantly, somewhat uncertainly.

“You’re right, this is a set of chess pieces, and also the key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe.” A smug smile appeared on Davis’s lips.

"As payment for quelling the riots, the Federation generously distributed the remains of that giant ape to the various extraordinary individuals who assisted in the effort, and we will do the same today!"

"Think about it, a vast secret realm, and besides rare resources that have long been extinct in the outside world, like that giant ape monster, what else is in it?"

Could it contain the legacy left behind by the ancient gods after their departure?

The old agent's voice became somewhat ethereal, "For example... the secret to immortality."

As soon as he finished speaking, the conference room fell silent for a moment, with only the faint sound of heavy breathing in the air.

"Exploring the secret realm left behind by the gods, you're trying to drag us into sharing the risks..." The witch Fiona tried to calm herself down and spoke softly.

Davis leaned forward at her, a mocking look on his face, and said, "If you think this is too risky, I suggest you sell the opportunity to your old neighbor, Voodoo Matriarch Mary. The Special Investigations Bureau has no interest in..."

Before the old agent could finish speaking, the witch quickly grabbed a stone chess piece, gripped it tightly in her palm, glared at him with a mixture of shame and anger, and shut her mouth firmly, no longer daring to try to bargain.

Davis raised his chin and arrogantly surveyed the surroundings.

"It seems no one has raised any objections, so...shall we continue with the plan?"

After a moment of silence in the conference room, voices, some calm, some steady, and some gentle, began to emerge.

"can."

"We have no objection."

"continue."

……

Next, the group in the underground chamber had a friendly and cordial discussion about the allocation of slots for each party to enter the secret realm. They sincerely exchanged opinions and expressed their appreciation for each other's viewpoints...

Having reached a preliminary agreement, the people politely bid farewell to their hosts and left.

Watching the figures disappear at the end of the corridor, Henry Lai, who was the last to reach the door, suddenly slowed down, turned around, and gave Davis, who had gotten up to see him off, a smug smile.

"Your Excellency, wherever there are chess pieces, there must be a chessboard..."

If the chess pieces are the keys, then... what about the chessboard?

The veteran agent stared into the other person's eyes, the corners of his mouth gradually curving upwards.

"As you might expect, my friend, if the chess pieces are the keys, then the chessboard is naturally the key as well."

...portal.

After a long while, Miss Chris, who had seen the guests off from the underground base, returned to the conference room. Looking at her boss, who was still sitting calmly in the main seat, she began to clear the teacups off the table.

"They probably all guessed that there would be some restrictions on entering the secret realm," the old lady said without looking up.

Davis gulped down the last mouthful of tea, took out his lighter, and with a flick of his wrist, lit a cigarette and took a satisfying drag.

"Of course. A person who can become a powerful figure may be a madman, but he is not a fool. Even someone like Fiona, whose mind is full of greed and ambition, can maintain basic rationality and judgment in the face of such a huge temptation as the ruins of the gods."

A cloud of gray smoke billowed out as the veteran agent, who had spent decades in clandestine organizations, recounted his precise understanding of human nature.

"But vigilance and rationality do not prevent them from taking the benefits first. No matter how delicious the food is, it is only meaningful to get it into their own bowl first."

"Look at everyone's opinions. When it comes to interests, it's quite easy to reach a consensus..."

Chris tossed the cups and saucers into the cleaning bin, pressed the doorbell to signal for cleaning, and straightened up.

"So what are your follow-up plans? Don't tell me it's just about organizing an expedition!"

Chapter 138 Social Gathering, Secret Meeting 3

"That was just one of the purposes, and it can't be called false, but only a secondary purpose."

Davis's words were as shrouded in mystery as the smoke he exhaled.

"Tell the important point!"

The older woman, who was already used to his way of speaking, didn't give her boss any face.

"The main purpose was to draw everyone's attention and create an opportunity for that cowardly old bat, so that he wouldn't hesitate to taste the 'spiked pie' we offered."

Chris leaned on the back of the chair, his blue eyes slightly narrowed.

"What if he still hesitates to take that step?"

Davis raised his head and slowly exhaled a wisp of remaining smoke.

"He will. This is the best opportunity for that old bat. The Federation officials and almost all the top-ranking experts in the New World are watching the secret space left by the gods. By holding the ceremony now, the chances of being discovered are immediately reduced to the lowest level."

“He’s been getting the ‘bonus pie’ for six months now, since Christmas. We haven’t bothered him for that long, which should have put his guard down. He’ll hold a promotion ceremony as soon as the opportunity arises.”

Davis wore a mocking smile.

"We all know that his boast of being the first vampire is nothing but a lie. His true strength is far from touching the realm of immortality. If this continues, his old and broken body will not be able to hold on!"

In fact, some of its subordinates had already become suspicious and had secretly contacted the Federation long ago. Otherwise, why would we have chosen it as the target of the plan?

He stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray and sighed softly:

"Nothing is eternal. Even the gods, who are high above us, will one day leave us. How can loyalty bound by a mere blood pact truly last?"

……

……

A magnificent, classic crystal chandelier hangs above the small banquet hall, casting a soft glow that illuminates the entire space below.

The long buffet table was covered with a neat blue velvet tablecloth and was filled with all kinds of delicacies from all over the world.

Boston lobsters, cut in half, are baked until golden brown with cheese.

Thick salmon fillets, cooked on the spot by the chef, dance between pepper and olive oil.

Tender, juicy veal and vibrant green asparagus dance together on the hot plate.

The black abalone, shimmering like pearls, and the simple, dried mushrooms are brought together in a small ceramic jar.

Considering the identities of today's guests, the diverse menu, featuring both seafood and meat dishes, as well as Eastern and Western cuisine, is sure to satisfy the needs of any guest.

"So it was just a small misunderstanding. My friend simply had a slightly different opinion about the decor of your hotel. He didn't mean to offend you. The few words he said to you when he met you were sincere compliments, and there was no flirting involved."

Zhu Mingyao, holding a gleaming silver plate, explained earnestly to the two young women in front of him.

As he spoke, he secretly admired her. He had long heard that the witch's power system was strange and could subtly transform the image and temperament of the practitioner. The outstanding ones were often either extremely beautiful or extremely ugly. Leaving aside the extremely ugly ones, he had actually seen two extremely beautiful ones today!

Madison, the girl in red who clashed with Bai Ziyuan at the hotel entrance, was already stunningly beautiful, but her companion Zoe was equally gorgeous.

The tall girl with long, cascading golden-brown hair smiled, making her features even more exquisite. Her large, clear brown eyes blinked twice, and she said shyly:

"Well, it wasn't entirely that gentleman's fault; McGrady was also a bit impulsive..."

"Zoe! Why are you taking their side?" The girl in red called out angrily to her companion. She had spent a long time in the bathroom fussing in front of the mirror before finally cleaning the blood from her nose. When she came out, she saw the group chatting happily, and she was immediately furious.