In an area of the sea near the Arctic Circle, icebergs floated in the cold wind.
An armed helicopter slowly landed on a barren island.
In the middle of the island, a metal opening slowly opened. When the helicopter landed on the landing pad, the thick metal plates closed again.
No one would have thought that this seemingly uninhabited island was actually a top-secret island prison!
The entire prison here was buried in the cold ocean, and the only exit was the opening above.
Every layer of the prison was reinforced with super thick alloy steel plates that even missiles could not shake. Even if there was an earthquake at the bottom of the sea, it would not affect the overall structure.
The more powerful and heinous the prisoner, the deeper they would be imprisoned at the bottom of the sea. If they wanted to escape, they would need to break through more than a hundred layers of defense.
And if there was no one to receive them and there were no supplies, even if they escaped from here, it would be difficult to survive in the ice and snow of the sea.
At the entrance of the prison, General Robert jumped out of the helicopter with a coat on.
An old black colonel with a big beard walked in front of Robert and shook his hand.
Although there was a difference of several ranks in military rank, this bearded colonel did not feel the slightest bit nervous, as if he did not care about the second person in the military.
"General Robert, I am the person in charge of Rice Island Prison, Mane Sterne."
"Colonel Sterne, I have long heard of your name. Thank you for guarding this place." Robert did not dare to put on airs.
The black colonel in front of him had been stationed here for a full forty years. Although very few people in the magnesium army knew of his existence, he was the most trusted military official of all the presidents, and every defense minister respected him very much.
To be able to watch over a group of the world's most terrifying criminals for forty years in a place that even birds were unwilling to pass through without any mistakes, it was enough to show this colonel's ability.
Because it was difficult to find a soldier to replace him, and even more difficult to find a soldier who was willing to take over his position, Mane had been working until now.
Otherwise, according to his age, Mane should have retired ten years ago.
"It has been forty years, and hard work has become a habit. But, General Robert, my shoulder and lumbar spine have been hurting badly recently. If you can't find a successor, I'm afraid I won't be able to last until the next presidential election, "Mane said calmly.
Robert frowned and nodded seriously. "Colonel Stearns, I will definitely report this to the president."
Manet's gaze suddenly turned sharp. "You're here to see the 'Postman' gang?"
Robert nodded solemnly. "Yes, we have a mission that concerns the future of the country. We hope that the postman can complete it …"
"General Robert, thirty years ago, when we used the entire country's army, FBI, police, first-class scholars, university professors, and all our resources to arrest the postman team, you probably didn't wear the General Star, right?" Mane said.
"Yes, I was only a major back then." Robert nodded.
"Then are you sure that you clearly understand what it would mean if you let the postman go?" Manet narrowed his eyes.
Robert took a deep breath and nodded. "I've read all the information recorded by the generals back then, and I've seen all the video recordings. I'm very clear about the postman's abilities …
For this mission, I have the confidence to convince them to willingly serve the people of the Federation.
If we want to complete this extraordinary mission, we need them! "
"Is that so..." Manet grinned. "General Robert, I've dealt with six Defense Ministers. You're the seventh. I have to say, I admire you a lot."
Robert was stunned. "Why?"
Manet turned around and walked deeper into the prison. Without turning his head, he said, "Because …" You dare to make a deal with a real demon … "
After Robert came back to his senses, his eyes revealed a cold expression. He tugged at the collar of his military uniform and walked in.
… ….
China, southwest.
Under the snow-capped mountains, the scenery was pleasant at the foot of the mountain.
Smoke floated in the air, and a large number of antique buildings were where the Ye Clan of the Divine Dragon Clan was located.
At this moment, a place with smoke curling up from the kitchen was where the Ye Clan was located.
A man wearing a white headscarf, a beige shirt, and his sleeves rolled up was skillfully kneading dough at a kitchen table …
"How many times have I told you? When kneading the dough, you have to maintain a ratio of two to one. You have to use cold water and put some salt in the water. Not too much. Only then will the dough be strong …"
As the man demonstrated how to knead the dough, the chefs and cooks behind him all earnestly learned and listened carefully, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
"Sigh..." I just want to eat some noodles. You guys don't even have the right noodles. How can the taste be good?
"The head chef wiped the sweat off his face and smiled apologetically and awkwardly," Patriarch, we were careless and did not make up with this side. Please forgive us … "
"You guys didn't even remember what I taught you back then. This is the last time I'll teach you guys. Remember it carefully …" The man lectured.
The chefs hurriedly nodded their heads. Two of them even took out their notebooks to record.
At this moment, a servant walked in and said respectfully, "Master, Young Madam has brought Young Master Feng back. Young Master Ye Feng's lower dantian has been injured by someone and his cultivation has been crippled. Young Madam is crying …"
Hearing this, all the chefs and cooks present turned pale!
This was an earth-shattering event! Who had the guts to even touch the eldest son and grandson of the Ye family!?
However, after hearing this news, the man didn't even raise his head and said, "Ah Qun, just tell them that I haven't even finished with this side. Let them wait …"
When Ye Qun heard this, he respectfully retreated.
But not long after, Ji Ru Lan brought Ye Feng and ran into the kitchen, crying.
"Father!" Father, you have to uphold justice for Feng'er! Your only grandson had his cultivation crippled by an evil disciple! My husband is not willing to stand up for Feng'er. Father, you have to pity us mother and son … "
Ji Ru Lan pulled Ye Feng's hand and rushed into the kitchen. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she looked miserable.
As for Ye Feng, he hid behind his mother with his head lowered, not daring to look at his grandfather. He shivered, his face full of depression, pain, and unwillingness.
Ye Qun also walked in and said in shame, "Master, I can't persuade Young Mistress …"
The man raised his hand, indicating that it was fine.
He walked to a nearby sink and began to wash his hands. As he washed them, he said to the chefs behind him, "Later, when you wake up, make the soup. Wake up for a quarter of an hour, and that's about it. Don't take too long …" When pulling the noodles, don't exceed two centimeters, do you remember? "
The group of chefs was dumbstruck. They were all muttering in their hearts, shouldn't they first take a look at Young Master Ye Feng's injuries and ask what was going on? Why was the Patriarch still thinking about the noodles!?
After the man finished washing his hands, he wiped them dry on the apron he was wearing. Then, he took off the apron and waved his hand, saying, "Ru Lan, don't cry. If you have something to say, let's go out and talk.
Feng'er, you come too. All of you are standing here. They can't even make noodles properly. Come, come out with me … "
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