Garen's thoughts flowed quickly as he thought of many things.
There was no doubt that he was now at this level. He was already very familiar with the Secret Techniques and himself. However, as he familiarized himself with the Secret Techniques over and over again, he seemed to have discovered a deeper level of secret hidden within.
'Our world is only a small part of the boundless dark universe. In the electromagnetic spectrum of human beings, the visible spectrum that we can perceive only occupies less than one percent of it. The other ninety-nine percent is darkness, and this is only the so-called detection of science and technology here. In fact, the light waves in the universe are even more extensive. Sometimes, we can't even divide the spectrum by wavelength and frequency,' Black Sethe said in a low voice.
"I understand what you're saying." Garon said in a low voice, "The universe that we can see is only one percent or even less than one thousandth of the real universe. That's only the light that we can see. If we can see the dark parts of other universes, then we can gradually uncover the true mysteries of the universe, right?"
'The Warlocks have already done part of it. They have come into contact with a wider world through dreams. They have come into contact with a stronger civilization through Secret Techniques. They have seen the world beyond the visible spectrum. That kind of magnificent and unimaginable world is something that you can't understand. There are all kinds of life forms and all kinds of strange laws. The universe is so mysterious, and you and I are so insignificant. Even the entire Warlock civilization is just a small wave in the universe. Maybe it doesn't even count. Even the Mother Stream, which we think is vast and boundless, is probably just a belief that we got from being frogs in a well. '
Garon was deeply attracted by the aura that Black Sethe described.
'The Underworld is our collective name for the most mysterious and eternal depths of the universe. We can see a very small part of the universe, and we yearn for the eternal mystery in the depths of the endless darkness. We chase and see different kinds of light. That is the light that carries knowledge, the light that carries history. We believe that in the universe, there will always be a ray of light that we can see. That light records all the mysteries and history of the universe. Its wavelength is unbelievably long, and its frequency is measured in millions of years. Even the strongest gravitational force and law is just a light drizzle to it. 'Black Sethe's tone was like the most devout believer, narrating the only truth he believed in.
'That is the Eternal Light.'
Garon was speechless for a moment.
The Eternal Light, this was information that he could not find from the ancient books. The Ancient Endor civilization worshipped the underworld, but what they were really after was the Eternal Light that recorded all knowledge.
'Legend has it that as long as one can adjust the frequency of one's soul to a strange degree, one will be able to receive the Eternal Light's influence to a certain extent and obtain the mysterious knowledge within.' Black Sethe lamented, "It's a pity that no one has ever succeeded. We have no way of verifying the existence of the Eternal Light, just like we have no way of verifying the existence of the Eternal Underworld."
Garon listened quietly. What Black Sethe was saying was something he had never heard before. It was the essence of the core ideology of the Ancient Endorian civilization.
'Forget it, what's the point of saying all this now?' Black Sethe's interest waned. 'Sort it out properly. This Demonic Book might have a great impact on your martial arts.'
The voice fell silent. This conversation seemed to have evoked his nostalgia for the glorious civilization of the past.
Garon sat by the table for a long time, waiting for his emotions to completely calm down before he slowly knocked on the table.
"Come in."
The subordinate who had been waiting outside the door for a long time slowly pushed the door open and walked in.
This was a young blonde man dressed in black. There was a silver number 7 embroidered on his collar.
"The Compassion Room just sent over the information." The man placed a document in his hand on Garon's table.
Picking up the document, Garon glanced through it briefly and frowned slightly.
It contained information about the major forces that had participated in the sneak attack on the Nighthawks.
The largest Primary Colors organization was listed. Primary Colors White Phoenix. The person in charge was Gremlin, an arrogant and proud man. He was fifty-six years old and had an impatient temperament. He was arrogant and rude. No one knew how he became the person in charge of White Phoenix.
Next was the Viper Mercenaries. This mercenary group was one of the top ten in Europe. They were strong and skilled in silent hunting tactics. They were able to complete missions one after another without causing any commotion. The name of the leader was unknown. He was only known as King Snake.
Then there was the Bailey Group. The boss was Kabb. The person in charge was Medis. They were kind. It was said that they were forced to participate in this battle by the Primary Colors.
White Phoenix, Viper, Bailey Group. These three were the main participants in this incident. There were also more than ten scattered mercenary groups and assassin groups that were ranked at the bottom.
White Phoenix and Viper were the ones that caused the most damage to the Nighthawks. The strongest mercenary group under White Phoenix was the Ohio Silk Mercenary Group. They were the second strongest mercenary group in Europe. They had extremely strong combat abilities. They robbed and killed all kinds of antiques and relics that Jay was searching for for Garon. They also suppressed Jay and the others to the point that they could not escape. They were still at the headquarters of the Men in Black.
"White Phoenix's Ohio Silk?" Garon put down the document. The Men in Black. The Nighthawks were his right-hand men. White Phoenix had been stuck in the predicament of their headquarters being destroyed. Now they should have a new person in charge and not the previous one. They had not made a move before. Now that they suddenly sent their strongest mercenary group to make a move, they must have some new plans.
The Primary Colors was a huge organization, a super giant. They had tacitly agreed to this operation. It looked like they really planned to make a move against the Nighthawks.
Garon organized his thoughts. He knew that this battle was unavoidable. He gently picked up the phone and dialed a number.
*****
Jay was wearing a black trench coat, a hat, and sunglasses. Most of his face was hidden under a mask. His face could not be seen clearly at all.
He walked slowly along the streets of Berlin. He blended in with the flow of people coming and going. It was as if he was one of the many office workers who had caught a cold. He was inconspicuous.
He walked around a street performer playing an accordion. He raised his head and looked at the gloomy white clouds in the sky. Suddenly, his phone rang.
He took out his phone and looked at the number. He quickly walked to an inconspicuous corner of a bus stop and answered the call.
"Boss."
"How's your situation?" Garon's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"The people from Ohio Silk are still chasing after me. However, I've killed two of them. I need backup. "Jay did not dare to let down his guard when he replied. His eyes looked left and right from time to time. He lowered his voice to an extremely low volume. It was just enough for the other side to hear.
"Listen, Ohio Silk is White Phoenix's people. In fact, this organization is a team formed by White Phoenix's internal elites. Their characteristic is that they have very powerful high-tech equipment." Garon reminded him. "All kinds of Primary Colors and White Phoenix's most advanced weapons will be used on them first. You haven't been able to shake them off. It's best to check if there's anything wrong with your body. "
He paused. "I'll send people over as backup. However, Ohio Silk has mobilized their official connections. It's very likely that my people will be monitored as soon as they arrive. At most, they can reduce some of the pressure on you."
"That's enough. I'll head to Berlin as soon as possible." Jay had long been used to this kind of life where his life was hanging by a thread. His expression did not change. As long as the boss had not given up on him, then everything would be fine.
"Be careful." Garon reminded him one last time.
After the call was disconnected, Jay quickly deleted the call log and then pressed the forced memory refresh function. Storage tools could recover data to a certain extent. As long as the technology was good enough, even a hard drive that had been reformatted twice could recover most of the data. In order to prevent the boss's number from being leaked, his phone was also specially made. It could be overwritten and stored dozens of times in a short period of time to achieve the effect of complete confidentiality.
Putting away his phone, Jay put his hands in his pockets and quickly left the bus stop.
Not long after, two inconspicuous men in casual clothes quickly followed him from different angles in the crowd.
In a spacious office on the top floor of a silver building in the distance.
Two young men sat in front of a strange star-shaped computer. They both wore complicated black headphones and stared at the computer screen without blinking.
The computer was shaped like a seashell with two open shells. The largest display screen was right in front of the computer, and there were two almost transparent glass screens on both sides of the two people. The translucent screens were constantly flashing with surveillance footage.
These images were divided into palm-sized areas. They were densely packed and neatly arranged on the screen. They seemed to be taken from a high altitude angle.
"The other party is using an isolation suit or something that can isolate radiation signals. Get the electronic mosquitoes to fly closer. "A man's voice came from behind the two of them.
"Boss, you're here." The two of them stood up and turned around at the same time.
"Keep up and don't get lost." The person waved his hand nonchalantly. "How long can the scent tracking last?"
"About thirty-five minutes."
The person nodded.
"Get Lotus Pearl to take action. She's back from her vacation. It's time for her to take action."
This man had a fair face and a hooked nose. There was a hint of malice in his gaze. His chin was slightly raised. In addition to his height of almost 1.9 meters, he had an arrogant look when he spoke and looked at people.
He was Gremlin, the new person in charge of White Phoenix. He was very dissatisfied with his predecessor, so he brought a lot of his own power with him as soon as he came to power.
"The Nighthawks have a special method to stimulate their own potential. Take note that if you can capture them alive, do so as much as possible. According to the information from the research department, this method of stimulating their potential might have a new impact on our current technology. It might even produce new results." Gremlin instructed.
"Understood." The two commanders and monitors nodded instantly.
Their fingers kept tapping on the keyboards. Wireless signals were sent out continuously.
The mercenaries hidden in the crowd outside occasionally lifted their wrists to look at their watches. New tiny symbols flashed on their black watches from time to time.
Gremlin watched his subordinates mobilize their forces to encircle and suppress Jay. His heart was filled with anticipation.
Ever since the Nighthawks became famous, the reason for their strength had attracted more and more suspicion and research from the outside world. Not long ago, a high-ranking member of the Men in Black who came to seek refuge had revealed a shocking secret.
This was the key reason why the Primary Colors' high-ranking members strongly supported White Phoenix against the Nighthawks.
Gremlin's heart was filled with determination when he thought of the discovery that could allow even ordinary people to have the chance to become extraordinarily strong.
"I must obtain the secret method to absorb the energy of antiques and relics! The Nighthawks are so strong, it's very likely that this secret method was the cause of their strength! In just a few short years, they've become so strong … "
When he thought of this, his heart burned with passion.
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