Italy, Cynthia District.
Gremlin was dressed in a white suit. He got down from the white sports car and looked around.
Behind him was a large circular plaza. There were many black bronze sculptures in the middle. Some children and tourists were walking around on them. Occasionally, pigeons would rise and fall from the plaza, cooing.
Gremlin looked back. He straightened his suit and quickly walked to a small building by the street.
Bang bang bang.
He knocked on the door.
With a click, the door opened from the inside.
"Come in quickly." A middle-aged woman opened the door and said to him. Her skin was dark and she looked very simple.
"Sorry to disturb you." Gremlin nodded and walked in quickly. He handed the car keys to the woman. The woman went out and drove the sports car to the garage.
The small building was grayish black. The walls were mottled and it looked a little old. It was similar to a normal citizen's house.
Gremlin went upstairs in a few steps. The door on the second floor was open. He stood at the door and looked in. In the living room, a white-haired old man was carefully trimming the potted plants in the living room.
The old man was wearing a grayish white shirt and pants. His hair was a little long and was tied up into a ponytail.
"How are things going recently? Come in and sit. "The old man heard the footsteps and asked without turning his head. His hands were still carefully trimming the potted plants.
Gremlin stood at the door and bowed slightly as a form of greeting.
"Father, something bad happened. I lost a lot." Speaking of this, his expression did not look good.
The old man nodded and turned to look at him.
"I heard about it too. Your base was destroyed. Looks like you've provoked a powerful opponent. How do you plan to solve it? "
Gremlin had a plan.
"I'm afraid Lotus Pearl alone won't be enough. I want you to send someone else to help."
The old man frowned.
"This is a little troublesome. I'm not the only old man in the corporation. You have to understand."
"Of course I understand." Gremlin nodded. "But even if you don't take charge, Mr. Titan will definitely give you face …"
"Face is something I exchanged with my life." The old man interrupted him. "Now that Rexott is involved, this is no longer a simple problem and trouble against the Nighthawks."
Gremlin did not speak. He was silent. He just lowered his head and waited for his father's decision.
Time passed by. Neither of them spoke. There was only the sound of the potted plants being trimmed.
After a long time, the old man sighed.
"That person is looking for the Twelve Masks, the Sleepless Faces. You might be able to start from there. Also, some of the technology he possesses might be very helpful to the corporation's Super Soldier Plan. You might be able to convince the higher-ups with this," the old man reminded him softly. He turned to look at Gremlin. "You are my only son. Don't disappoint me."
"Yes, father." Gremlin nodded deeply.
When he heard the old man's words, he knew that these reasons were actually false. The real key was that the old man had agreed to let him go. This meant that he would support him from the top of the company. This was the most important thing.
Walking out of the small building, Gremlin took a deep breath and finally felt his whole body relax.
The destruction of the base was nothing. It was just some money. Money could be earned again. However, if something were to happen to the branch under his sole control, it would be fatal.
At his position, he no longer cared about things like money. Instead, he cared more about position and authority.
The Nighthawks were just a stumbling block in his path of growth. If he could not even overcome this, there was no need to talk about the series of troubles that would follow.
Although he comforted himself that way, Gremlin still felt his heart bleed when he thought about the hundreds of billions of funds that had been completely destroyed. Most of the White Phoenix's funds were in there. If his father was not one of the higher-ups, he might have been impeached and removed from office.
There was also the small team that he lost in Grano, which made him feel even more pained. These were actually the troops that he could mobilize, but now, they were all gone in an instant.
"Nighthawk Garon!!" He clenched his teeth and repeated this name in his heart.
*****
Berlin, Germany
In an ordinary black building.
Garon gently stroked the Demonic Book in his hand. He looked at the few higher-ups of the Nighthawks standing in the room with a solemn expression.
Baldy was there, Hera was there, Angel was there too. There were also a few other higher-ups that he was not familiar with but were of similar status. These people were the true core of the Nighthawks. They were also the first batch of Nighthawk elites that Garon had personally trained and taught.
"There are still six people left."
With the bright light of the day, Garon stared at the six people in front of him with a gaze as sharp as a knife.
"There were a total of twelve people that I had trained back then. Now, there are only six people standing in front of me."
He sat on the smooth black wooden chair. His gaze swept over the six people again and again.
"Two people were lost in the previous operation. Now, a Lotus Pearl killed four of you in just three days??"
"It was my mistake in command." Baldy stood out and said with his head lowered.
"The battle with Primary Colors will end here for now. Someone will come and take over soon. You guys go and rest. I will be training you personally after a while." Garon waved his hand. He was too lazy to say more.
"Take over?" Baldy Kaedun and his wife Hera exchanged glances. Both of them could see the confusion in each other's eyes.
"There will be someone to deal with Lotus Pearl. Don't worry. Alright, you guys can go. " Garon was too lazy to explain. If he did not know that he could not blame Baldy and the others, with his temper, none of them would have a good ending.
Although Baldy and the others did not understand, they still obediently left the room.
After everyone left, Garon sat alone in the room. The battle with Primary Colors had already affected his family. He had to settle this as soon as possible to prevent his family from getting hurt.
After he returned from the White Phoenix base, he gave the non-core content of the Two-Faced Waterbird Fist to Rhodes for him to pass on to the higher-ups. In exchange, the Rexott Group sent out the true core of the guards, the Ares Team.
The name was indeed vulgar and common, but their strength was indeed terrifying. As the team sent out to take over the battle between Primary Colors and the Nighthawks, the Ares Team had terrifying skills and various talents. Almost all of the members were top talents second only to the special-class mercenaries. The leader was a special-class mercenary who had fought with Lotus Pearl before. His nickname was Dragon Turtle. A team like this was rare even in Primary Colors.
"I'll leave Lotus Pearl's matter to you guys." Garon seemed to be talking to himself.
"Don't worry. Since the group has given the task to us, we'll take full responsibility. " Behind a vase at the side of the room, the figure of a skinny man slowly turned out. His strange body twisted and turned, and the bones in his body quickly made cracking sounds. His entire body grew from a height of less than 1.2 meters to 1.5 meters, 1.6 meters, 1.7 meters, and finally 1.8 meters!
This man was wearing white elastic clothes. His head was bald, and he had no hair. His skin was white, and the green veins on his limbs were clearly visible.
Baldy Kaedun and the others had been in the room for so long, but they did not notice this person's existence. This kind of concealment technique was simply terrifying.
Garon looked at this person carefully. He was Dragon Turtle, and his body seemed to have cultivated something that could move his blood and Qi. It seemed that this world did not completely know nothing about martial arts.
"The main thing is that I can't find where Lotus Pearl is. Her concealment technique is indeed very powerful, and this is not what I'm good at." Garon spoke the truth. He was terrifyingly powerful, but the other party did not show up at all. They hid in the vast sea of people, and it was difficult to find them.
"I've fought with Lotus Pearl before, when he was still a man." Dragon Turtle licked his lips, "He is indeed very powerful, but our Rexott Group is not something that can be stopped by Lotus Pearl. Don't worry. "
Garon nodded.
The other party was the Rexott Group, and they were a team sent to help. They would take over the grudge between the Nighthawks and Primary Colors. But even so, he had to be wary of such a large group going back on their word. If the two sides worked together to split the resources in his hands, that was also a possibility.
"As long as we can find her, I will personally take care of the rest."
Vaguely, a cruel aura was emitted from his body, and Dragon Turtle's pupils shrank slightly.
*****
Rexott Group, in a secret branch.
Inside a luxurious office.
The ceiling was golden, the floor was silver, and the surroundings were filled with complicated silver engravings. Huge and complicated crystal chandeliers hung all over the hall, forming a regular hexagonal shape.
Under the dazzling white light.
Rod and another blonde man sat facing each other at the long table under the chandeliers.
Other than that, there was no one else in the huge office.
"Speak, what are you planning to do by privately using the one time Dragon Turtle I gave you?" The blonde man put down his knife and fork gracefully, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He looked up at Rod who was also eating.
"Did you see the information I sent you, brother?" Rod said seriously, and put down his utensils as well.
"I saw it, but I don't understand your plan." The blonde man nodded. He had handsome features, a cold and elegant temperament, but what was more special was that he emitted a dangerous aura like that of a ferocious beast. He was one of the few terrifying people in the Rexott Group who relied on his own strength to get to the top.
"The Nighthawks and Primary Colors are not even on the same level. You don't need me to analyze the pros and cons of choosing a side, do you? Isn't it better to stabilize the Nighthawk King, then work together with Primary Colors to surround him and split him up? This will also help deepen our friendship with Primary Colors. "
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