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Chapter 672

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"I said it all, word for word. However, he did not seem shaken."

"That's fine. He is a very opinionated person. It is impossible to move him with just a few words. Did he react in any way during the past two days?" Nie Ting asked.

"He asked me to help find the three B-class experts who just entered Africa," Zhao Yongchen said.

"Then find them." After saying that, Nie Ting calmly picked up the bowl of millet porridge that Shi Xuejin had placed before him. "What else did he say?"

Zhao Yongchen hesitated for a moment before saying, "Tonight, he said that he knew that you were the one who asked me to say those words. He asked you to stop playing these little tricks …"

Nie Ting's brows suddenly twitched. "He said that this is a little trick?"

Negative emotion points from Nie Ting, + 599!

"What else did he say?" Nie Ting rubbed his forehead and continued asking.

Zhao Yongchen paused for a moment. "Come on, let's hurt each other. His exact words."

Negative emotion points from Nie Ting, + 299!

However, at that moment, Zhao Yongchen suddenly saw a bearded man appear on a surveillance monitor that was hidden beneath the counter. The surveillance camera was hidden at a tricky angle. It was located under a bird's nest on a tree that was over 500 meters away from the mini supermarket. There was a dim yellow street light there.

The bird's nest was fake, but there would often be birds occupying the nest to rest. Occasionally, some of them would even poop on the surveillance camera. Zhao Yongchen had once regretted installing the surveillance camera in such a vexed manner. However, he could not find any other place to hide it.

However, Zhao Yongchen watched as the bearded middle-aged Caucasian man raised his head and smiled at the surveillance camera. That confident smile seemed to belong to Zhao Yongchen himself, who was behind the surveillance screen.

That smile was arrogant and violent, seemingly looking down on Zhao Yongchen, who was behind the surveillance camera. The person who came was one of the three B-class experts, Greer Cook.

Suddenly, dark clouds swept across the sky from afar, and a torrential downpour came without warning.

Nie Ting heard Zhao Yongchen's rapid breathing. "What happened?"

"Nie Tengra … I've been found." Zhao Yongchen said softly, "I haven't returned to China for more than five years. Is it spring in China now? It's so hot in Africa. "

"It's spring. It's almost summer. There are already cicadas chirping." Nie Ting subconsciously crushed a corner of the millet porridge bowl in his hand. The bowl fell to the ground, spilling porridge all over the floor.

"The walnut tree in Liu Hai Alley is about to bloom. I haven't been there for a long time."

Zhao Yongchen had been ordered to leave the Tengra Terra Net in Liu Hai Alley five years ago. Since then, he had been alone in Africa for five years. When he left, it was still autumn in the capital.

When he left the capital, he looked back at the city and felt that it was an eternal farewell. From then on, it was like a lone boat entering the sea, never to return.

The horse on the Chang 'an Ancient Road was slow. Tall willows and cicadas hissed. Outside Sunset Island, on the Autumn Wind Plain, the sky was broken.

Nie Ting looked up at the walnut tree above him. The flowers of the walnut tree were not as beautiful as the flowers of other fruit trees. "Run, I'll allow you to expose your identity."

"You can't escape. Nie Tengra, take care." Zhao Yongchen hung up after saying that.

In the silence, Zhao Yongchen took out a pack of fake cigarettes from the counter and lit it up. He choked. "Selling too many fake goods is retribution."

He quickly pressed a button on the back of the phone. A new interface appeared on the phone screen. There was a one-minute countdown.

Zhao Yongchen quickly sent a message. "The feedback channel has been opened. All teams, reply to your status."

"Safe."

"Safe."

"Safe."

At the other end of the line, everyone understood what it meant when the feedback channel was opened. Many places suddenly fell silent. Everyone's communication only had one minute left.

Zhao Yongchen sent another message. "Someone will take over my job in a month. Everyone stay at your posts and keep silent."

"Roger."

"Roger."

"Roger."

"Thank you for all the years of sincere cooperation. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The one-minute countdown on Zhao Yongchen's phone ended. Green smoke came out of the phone. The self-destruct program was completed.

He threw the fake cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. There were no documents to destroy. Those that needed to be destroyed were destroyed on the spot. After working in intelligence for so many years, he had developed the habit of memorizing everything in his mind.

Blood returned to Zhao Yongchen's face, and his aura started to rise. They often laughed and called the Tengra Earth Net's method of forcefully increasing one's level at the cost of one's life. In Zhao Yongchen's eyes, they were not burning their life but their last bit of dignity.

Pseudo B, this was Zhao Yongchen's limit.

Dong, dong, dong. There was a knock on the door.

Zhao Yongchen laughed. "F * ck you, you even know to knock."

The next moment, Zhao Yongchen spat out a flying sword from his mouth. The sharp flying sword flew towards the person outside the door. He suddenly exerted force and rushed out with the sword in his hand.

The red flying sword smashed through the supermarket's glass door and crashed into the heavy rain outside without hesitation. Time seemed to have stopped. The flying sword smashed through the raindrops and arrived in front of Greer.

However, the next moment, the raindrops seemed to have a life of their own and quickly rolled back to Greer's body, forming layers of protection. It was as if killing intent was hidden in the night rain.

Greer smiled and retreated all the way. The raindrops kept forming a water curtain, but the red flying sword was unable to break through.

The sound of shoes breaking through the shallow water could be heard in the rain. Zhao Yongchen's expression was cold as he drew his sword. The hot temperature dropped rapidly in the rain, and then the ground was steaming due to the sunlight during the day.

The sword was suddenly drawn. It cut through the fog from Zhao Yongchen's lower left side and went straight up to Greer. It cut through the fog and cut off a small part of Greer's beard.

Greer's smiling face turned cold. "You're not afraid of death?"

Zhao Yongchen hid the sword behind his hand and said slowly, "It doesn't matter whether I'm afraid of death or not. It doesn't matter whether I die tonight or not. I just know that after tonight, no matter how big the world is, there will be no place for you."

"You overestimate Tengra Earth Net."

"You overestimate yourself."

The long sword rose again, like a swimming dragon in the rain!

Just as Greer was on guard, he saw that the red flying sword had actually split into two and circled to Greer's back. This change was too sudden. Many people knew that the flying sword cultivated by the Inescapable Net was unparalleled in the world. In a battle of the same level, it could defeat ten people with brute force. This was also the reason why when Chen Baili faced Anthony, even though the old man was exhausted, Anthony still needed to temporarily escape. No matter how monstrous the sand was on the other side, a flying sword could break it.

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