Halfway up the ridge of the world, in a cave, two people surrounded a bonfire, looking like poor people in distress. Saber reached out and poked the bonfire in front of him with a wooden stick, making the flames burn brighter. On the mountain walls on both sides, the flames flickered, illuminating the shadows of the two people more and more vividly.
The crackling sound of the flames made the quiet cave seem even quieter. Saber looked at the mysterious Mr. Quan. This person had the characteristics of a typical secret organization. Coupled with the words he just revealed, Saber knew that this was probably an organization hidden under the facade.
It was similar in nature to S.H.I.E.L.D., but it seemed to be stronger.
"Can you tell me about the Heavenly Sword Bureau?"
Saber threw the burning branch in his hand aside, clapped his hands, and asked curiously, "I've never heard of this organization."
"We're different from them."
Mr. Quan, who was resting with his eyes closed, leaned against the stone wall and said in a very soft voice, "We have confidentiality regulations, and it's not a good thing for a security organization to be too famous … So, put away your curiosity and stay as far away from us as possible."
"Oh, do you mean that a good fighter has no illustrious achievements?"
Saber pursed his lips, "At least tell me something I can know, I'm … Hehe, sometimes I'm quite curious."
Mr. Quan narrowed his eyes and glanced at Saber.
"You seem to have good intentions towards us? For someone who spends most of his time in the United States, this is rare. Can you tell me why? "
A sharp rhetorical question. Saber touched his nose, took off the sunglasses on his face, and pointed to his face and eyes.
"Although not exactly the same, we have the same skin color …"
"This is nothing."
Mr. Quan shook his head, "Skin color has never been the standard to measure friends and enemies."
"We also have the same soul!"
Saber looked at Mr. Quan seriously. Hearing this, the latter was stunned for a moment and opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with seriousness and scrutiny. Under Mr. Quan's gaze, Saber felt a little pressure. It was not until a few seconds later that the guy closed his eyes that the pressure suddenly disappeared.
"I still can't believe you, but if you really want to know … Heavenly Sword Bureau was established earlier than SHIELD. To be precise, we are one of the oldest organizations in the world. In the beginning, we were considered a civilian organization. Now, we are a government agency. We are different from SHIELD. We are not an international organization."
Mr. Quan changed his position to make himself more comfortable. He snorted.
"We are only responsible for our own country and people. As for you not hearing of us, it's normal because we hardly operate outside Asia. It's not impossible, but it doesn't make sense. The enemy we face is never the same as the enemy of SHIELD."
Saber rubbed his chin and asked again.
"You said that you were responsible for counterattacking? Who are you fighting back against? "
Mr. Quan didn't answer immediately. He was probably organizing his words. Finally, he spoke.
"Many, the weakest one is the Fear Tyrant who calls himself" Man Daren ". He only sent one-tenth of his army to turn the entire Middle East into a mess, but even with the remaining 90% of his power, he still couldn't step into that country … Well, that's all you can know."
Saber was naturally dissatisfied with this answer, but considering the particularity of the agent profession, it was already very challenging for Mr. Quan to say so much to a person he met for the first time.
Seiber thought for a moment, then solemnly promised Mr. Quan.
"If that old woman Ancient One lets me go back to the United States, I will help you find out about Oliver and Yao Fei as soon as possible, but I'm curious. You can easily find out about these things yourself, right?"
"We've already finished our investigation. That's why my comrades and I are here."
Mr. Quan opened his eyes, and there was a cold murderous look in his eyes. "The Shadow Warrior Alliance is involved, so after tonight, they will have no place in Asia!"
"Then why do you still need me to go …"
"Because I don't believe that Yao Fei can't even deal with the Shadow Warriors!"
Mr. Quan stood up and stretched his shoulders. Visible green waves of air swirled around his body. "He's one of the best agents of the Heavenly Sword Bureau in the past ten years. Those bastards from the Shadow Warriors can't harm him! There must be other tricks in this, but limited by our duties, we don't have that much time to track down Oliver Quinn … Saber, can I trust you? "
Mr. Quan looked at Saber with serious eyes. Saber also stood up and nodded at him.
"I will do my best!"
"If you can really help Yao Fei find his final peace …"
Mr. Quan glanced at Saber. "You will have the personal friendship of all the members of the Heavenly Sword Bureau's Seventh Action Group … You will also become a friend of the Heavenly Sword Bureau. Our friendship is much more valuable than SHIELD's."
Saber shook his hand. Although he had lived two lives, he would still choose special treatment in this aspect. This was probably why his relationship with SHIELD was so strained. After he finished talking about business, Saber rolled his eyes and lowered his voice.
"Speaking of which, did the Heavenly Sword Bureau also do something like the Super Soldier Plan? I heard that it seems that every country is doing this … "
"Captain America?"
Mr. Quan chuckled. "No, we don't have such a plan. Even if we did, I can't tell you. I can only say that we will use other forces to fight."
"Dao Art? Immortal Art? Or something else? "
Saber's eyes widened. He leaned on the wooden box and looked at Mr. Quan. "Hey, buddy, open my eyes. Is there really such a thing in this world?"
Mr. Quan glanced at him with a strange look.
"You have already seen Master Ancient One. Are you still doubting this kind of thing? But I don't know what you said. I only know … this is the only thing! "
He gently raised two of his fingers and the Willow Blade next to him flew up and circled around Mr. Quan's body twice. It was like a flying dragon and finally fell into his palm docilely, looking like a loyal puppy.
And these short two seconds were enough for Seiber to yell in satisfaction.
“Cooool！ Sword Controlling Technique! I knew it! I knew it! This is great! "
"Ahem …"
Mr. Quan coughed awkwardly. "It's just the ability to manipulate metal. Yes, I am also a Mutant … You think too much, Saber."
Fifteen minutes later, Mister Quan bade farewell to Seiber. Dressed in a black cloak, Mister Quan plunged into the snowstorm and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Seiber had no intention of following him. Mister Quan had already made it clear that they had a special operation against the Shadow Warrior Alliance tonight.
With Saber's current identity, it would be very awkward to follow him because he was not sure whether he could beat this mysterious Mr. Quan. Moreover, he had teammates. This was not a rational choice.
And Saber was also sure that Mr. Quan must have other trump cards in addition to the Mutant's ability to manipulate metal. He could feel that this mysterious guy had reached the strongest level of control over his own aura. When he was hidden, he was like a real ordinary person, but once the blade was unsheathed, it would be an earth-shattering strike.
"Well … This place is great!"
Saber climbed up a few hundred meters and found a slope against the wind. He sat down comfortably and took out a frozen cigar from his pocket. Flames flashed in his eyes and the cigar was lit. He held it in his mouth and rested his arms behind his head. He looked at the darkness in front of him.
The darkness could not stop his gaze. Everything was as bright as day. He was waiting for the start of a good show.
The wind and snow danced in the dark night. Mr. Quan walked step by step to a valley hidden in the snow. Behind him, on the soft snow, there was not a single footprint.
He raised his head. The wind blew his short black hair. He looked at the sky. Through the falling snow, he could see the stars in the night sky. It was a scene that ordinary people could not see.
"Are you all here?"
He asked softly. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Three figures appeared behind him. They were dressed almost exactly the same as him, and their auras were almost replicas. There were men and women, and some held sharp blades in their hands, and some carried bows on their backs. The moment these four people gathered here, the falling snow in the entire valley stopped, as if some kind of oppressive aura was pushing it to another corner.
"Yao Fei is dead …"
Mr. Quan's voice sounded again. In the dark night, it was colder than ice. "The oldest veteran of the Seventh Task Group died in the hands of a group of people who call themselves mercenaries. Do you believe it?"
No one answered. At this time, there was no need for anyone to answer.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe that the comrades who fought with us on the battlefield would die in the hands of a group of scum. We have stayed in the darkness for too long. It has been so long that some people have forgotten the consequences of angering the Heavenly Sword. They are hiding in the shadows, spying on us. They want to use us as sacrifices for their 'rise'. Yao Fei is the first … "
Sir Quan opened his left hand, and the willow blade on his back whistled into his hand. At this moment, a frenzied killing intent surged out, and a sharp mark instantly sliced open the surrounding snow. His gaze landed on the valley hidden between the mountains.
"They have forgotten the taste of blood. They have forgotten the threat of death. They have forgotten the sharp sword that once floated above their heads …"
Buzz!
A green blade light pierced through the sky and slashed down from the sharp blade in Mr. Quan's hand. Wherever it went, whether it was the snow, hills, or man-made structures, everything was easily sliced apart. With just a single slash, a passageway that could allow 10 people to pass through at the same time was cut open in the valley that was blocking his way.
"Tonight … I will chop off their claws! Let them recall the fear of being dominated by us! Let them know that there are some things, some people, and some countries that they can't come and go as they please … They want war? Then we will do as they wish! "
Boom!
The meteors that were summoned by a special ability turned into a dazzling and fatal crimson rain of fire in the sky. They mixed with the falling snow and accurately smashed towards the top of the valley. After realizing that they had been attacked, the warriors of the Alliance of Shadow Warriors rushed out from their hiding places. They wanted to start a fight with the invaders.
However, the mysterious woman behind Mr. Quan took out her war bow and nocked 10 arrows at once. She pointed them at the sky. The long arrows danced in the air and drew an arc. Finally, they smashed towards the ground from the sky. The first batch of warriors who rushed out of the valley had their chests pierced by these special long arrows. The 10 arrows were nailed to the cold ground. The smell of blood gushed out at this moment.
The empty-handed man on Mr. Quan's left took a few steps forward and began to charge. Crimson energy began to appear around his body. Finally, it quickly formed a crimson energy storm around him. He soared into the air like a high-speed bullet, sweeping up the dancing snowflakes in the sky. It was like a crazily surging snowstorm. In the vast white sky, he fiercely crashed into the valley of the Alliance of Shadow Warriors' headquarters.
Boom!
The dazzling meteors smashed into the valley. The flames that were ignited lit up the cold night of the snow mountain.
"This is the Heavenly Sword Bureau's answer to the Shadow Warriors' provocation … Kill them all! Leave none … alive! "
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