672, Goodbye (Third Update)

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"It was all said, word for word, but he didn't seem to be swayed."

"It doesn't matter. He is a very independent person. It is impossible to impress him with these few words. Has he had any reaction in the past two days?" Nie Ting asked.

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

"Then find them," Nie Ting said, then calmly picked up the millet porridge that Shi Xuejin put in front of him: "He still said he didn't have any."

"He said tonight that he knew that what I said was what you asked me to say, and asked you to stop playing such little tricks..." Zhao Yongchen hesitated and said.

Nie Ting suddenly raised his eyebrows: "He said it was just a trick?!"

"Negative emotion value from Nie Ting, +599!"

"What else did he say?" Nie Ting rubbed his eyebrows and continued to ask.

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

"Negative emotion value from Nie Ting, +299!"

However, at this moment, Zhao Yongchen suddenly saw a bearded man appearing on a surveillance monitor under the cover of his counter. The surveillance camera was hidden at a tricky angle, located on a tree more than 500 meters away from the fake supermarket. Under the bird's nest, there is a dim street lamp standing alone.

The bird's nest is fake, but birds often occupy this bird's nest to rest, and even occasionally poop on the camera. Zhao Yongchen was very annoyed and regretted that he should not have installed the camera like this, but he could not find any other ones. Hidden location.

But Zhao Yongchen watched helplessly as the middle-aged white man with a mustache raised his head and smiled at the camera. That confident smile was like looking directly at Zhao Yongchen himself behind the surveillance screen.

That smile was arrogant and violent, as if he had never paid attention to Zhao Yongchen behind the surveillance camera. The visitor is Greer Cook, one of the three B-level experts.

Suddenly dark clouds swept in from the distance in the sky, and a heavy rain fell at any time, pouring down.

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

"Nie Tianluo... I have been found," Zhao Yongchen said softly: "I haven't returned to China for more than five years. Is it spring in China now? This hellish place in Africa is so hot that it's so hot."

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

"The walnut trees in Liuhai Alley are about to bloom. They haven't been there for a long time."

Zhao Yongchen was ordered to leave the dragnet in Liuhai Hutong five years ago. He stayed alone in Africa for five years. When he left, it was still autumn in Kyoto.

When he left Kyoto, he looked back at that city and felt as if he had said goodbye forever. From then on, he was like a lonely boat sailing into the sea, never to return.

The ancient road of Chang'an is full of horses. The tall willows are buzzing with cicadas. Outside Sunset Island, in the autumn wind, the eyes are broken and drooping for four days.

Nie Ting raised his head and glanced at the walnut tree above him. The flowers of the walnuts were not as beautiful and bright as the flowers of other fruit trees: "Run away, or you will be exposed."

"You can't escape, Nie Tianluo, take care," Zhao Yongchen said before hanging up the phone.

In the silence, Zhao Yongchen took out a pack of fake cigarettes from the counter and lit it for himself. He choked on it and said, "You're going to get retribution for selling too many fakes."

He quickly pressed a button on the back of the phone, and a new interface appeared on the screen with a one-minute countdown.

Zhao Yongchen quickly sent a text message to the group: "The feedback information channel has been opened, and each group will reply with status."

"Safety."

"Safety."

"Safety."

At the other end of all the calls, everyone understood what it meant to have a single-line connection turn into a two-line connection after the feedback information channel was opened. Many places suddenly fell into silence, and everyone only had one minute left to communicate.

Zhao Yongchen sent a group text message again: "Someone will take over my job in a month. Everyone will stay silent at their posts."

"receive."

"receive."

"receive."

"Thank you for your sincere cooperation over the years. See you soon."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The one-minute countdown on Zhao Yongchen's mobile phone ended, and a burst of green smoke came out of the phone, indicating that the self-destruction process was completed.

He threw the fake cigarettes on the ground and stamped them out. There were no documents to be destroyed, and those that needed to be destroyed were destroyed on the spot. Having been engaged in intelligence work for many years, he had developed the habit of keeping everything in his mind.

Zhao Yongchen's face turned red, and his aura began to rise steadily. They often laughed and called the method of overdrafting life in the dragnet to forcibly raise the realm as the glorious bomb of the world of practice. In Zhao Yongchen's eyes, what they burned was not life. It is the final dignity.

Pseudo-B level, this is the limit of Zhao Yongchen's overdraft.

Dong Dong Dong, there is a knock on the door.

Zhao Yongchen smiled: "You uncle, you still know how to knock on the door."

The next moment, Zhao Yongchen spit out a flying sword, and the flying sword flew sharply towards the person outside the door. His whole body suddenly exerted all his strength and rushed towards the door with the long sword in hand.

The red flying sword smashed the glass door of the supermarket, and then rushed into the pouring rain outside without hesitation. Time seemed to freeze as the flying sword smashed raindrops one after another before arriving in front of Greer.

However, the next moment those raindrops seemed to be alive and quickly rolled back onto Greer's body to form layers of protection, as if there was murderous intent hidden in the night rain.

Grill smiled and retreated all the way back. Raindrops continued to form a water curtain, but the red flying sword could not break through.

The sound of shoes breaking through the shallows came from the rain. Zhao Yongchen drew his sword with a cold look. The hot temperature dropped rapidly in the rain, and then a trace of mist rose from the ground because of the sunlight during the day.

The sword came out suddenly, cutting through the mist from the lower left of Zhao Yongchen and slanting upwards. It actually came directly in front of Grill, cutting through the mist and cutting off a small section of Grill's beard on his face.

Grill's smiling face turned cold: "Are you not afraid of death?"

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

"You overestimate the net of heaven and earth."

"You overestimate yourself."

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

Just as Grill was on guard, he saw that the red flying sword actually split into two and went around Grill's back. This change came suddenly. Many people know that the flying sword of Tianluodiwang cultivation is unmatched in the world. In a battle of the same level, one can defeat ten with one's strength. This is why when Chen Baili faced Anthony, even though the old man was exhausted, Anthony still needed to escape and take shelter. No matter how heavy the sand and soil on the opposite side is, a flying sword can break it.