Chapter 490 Three Good

Chapter 490 - Sanhao

At 6:50 in the morning, A2 District, 9th Street.

House number, odd 3.

Chen Fei walked all the way with the pure light bird and found the place easily in the middle of a pile of ruins and rubble.

"Chiu!"

Xiaojiu stood on his shoulder, looking at the courtyard in the wall, ready to move. There was a towering tree in it that was a hundred meters high. The crown of the tree completely covered the entire courtyard, and the leaves as big as a cattail fan blocked the sunlight tightly.

Even though it was midsummer, there was not only no heat under the shade of the tree, but also a trace of cool air spreading around, and the cool breeze blew on the face, making people feel extremely comfortable.

In the crown of the tree, there was a chirping sound, and the sound of flapping wings came one after another. I don’t know how many birds live here, taking the tree as their home, and perhaps forming a small ecological chain.

Less than a hundred meters away from the yard, there were ruins everywhere, as well as scorched earth with clear boundaries, and even lava.

This idyllic courtyard was able to survive the red and blue fireballs falling from the sky, perhaps not just luck.

"Go in!"

Chen Fei scratched the bird's chin.

The little fellow flapped his wings after getting permission, flew into the courtyard wall, and rushed into the treetops.

He immediately pushed open the chest-high courtyard door, and the spacious courtyard covered with finger-sized pebbles came into view. The area within the wall was estimated to be no less than 7,000 to 8,000 square meters.

In the center of the large courtyard, there was only an ancient building with its back against a towering tree. The shoji door with white paper and the lightly raised eaves had a very obvious Japanese style, or Tang style.

Ten carefully trimmed five-needle pines about one person tall stood symmetrically, forming a passage that led directly to this all-wooden single-story building.

Four pairs of shoes, both men's and women's, were already placed under the porch floor.

There were at least four people inside.

After walking a few steps, Chen Fei paused and frowned slightly, looking at a five-needle pine.

There seemed to be something there, but he didn't see anything.

He knew that there must be something strange about the yard that could survive the mutant attack.

Chen Fei didn't hesitate any longer and walked straight to the wooden house under the towering tree.

He took off his shoes, stepped on the floor, and then pushed open the sliding door covered with white paper. The Japanese-style room covered with thick rush mats appeared in front of him, and there was a tatami on the floor.

There was a skylight on the roof. Although the sun couldn't shine directly under the dense tree canopy, the light outside was enough to illuminate the house, not to mention that there were some simple-style lighting lamps on the wooden pillars and ceilings supporting the roof, so there was no dead corner of shadow.

There were already five people in the house, four men and women facing a bald man in plain clothes, to be precise, a monk.

The red clay stove beside him was burning smokeless charcoal, and the air was filled with a faint tea fragrance.

The monk kneeling on the ground smiled at Chen Fei, raised his hand and pointed to the right side of the four people opposite, where there was an empty cushion, about two feet long and wide.

"Mr. Chen, please come in!"

Five cushions, not more, not less, just right, plus Chen Fei, they are all complete.

The message previously delivered by Rossi, the liaison officer of Team 04, was vague and mysterious, and Chen Xiaoer, who came here, could only take one step at a time.

"Hello!"

Guessing that the other party was the owner of this place, Chen Fei nodded in response and walked quickly towards the cushion.

There was a muffled sound when stepping on the tatami, which should be the elevated floor. The board is hard and very thick, so the sound is muffled.

The size of the straw mat is exactly one ping, very traditional Japanese style.

The other four men and women stared at Chen Fei and came to the cushion, and sat down cross-legged directly, as if they had been waiting for him.

Seeing Chen Fei twisting his waist a little unaccustomed to it, trying to find a balance point, the monk apologized and said: "Sorry, there is no stool here."

"It's okay!"

Chen Fei barely sat down.

Cross-legged sitting is difficult, and kneeling sitting is even more unaccustomed.

"As you can see, I am Sanhao Xuesen. Hmm, does it sound a bit strange?"

The monk poured a cup of tea and placed it on the imperial dining table with an elegant movement. He pushed it and slid it lightly on the tatami mat in front of Chen Fei. Not even a drop of tea spilled or overflowed from the cup with a blue-black glaze.

Chen Fei's mouth grinned, but he didn't say anything.

His last name is "Sanhao", not the real "Sanhao", but the surname passed down from his ancestors. Add this name, what the hell is a Sanhao student or a Sanhao monk!

The other four men and women had no reaction at all.

It seems that this cold joke is not very pleasing. The monk shrugged his shoulders and said as if talking to himself: "My family name is Sanhao, and my parents gave me the name Xuesen."

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something and said with a slightly exaggerated surprise: "Let me introduce you first."

He pointed to the first person on his left hand in front of him.

"Mr. Andrew, a third-rank earth magician."

He was a burly man with muscular body, full beard and hair, like a walking male hormone. He nodded slightly to the other four people beside him, including Chen Fei, but he was not rough and ostentatious, but his temperament was a bit introverted.

It's a pity to be a magician with such muscles. Throw away the staff and pick up a war hammer. This style is the right way to open it.

Then there was a young woman with naturally curly red hair and a proud figure.

"Ms. Masuya, an A-level wind-type mutant."

The young woman, who was about 20 years old, blinked at everyone.

"Turte, a ninth-level spiritual magician."

The monk pointed at a young man who looked immature. He was not even 20 years old. Whether he was an adult or not was still open to question.

"Hello everyone, I'm Stuart!"

The young man immediately waved his hand and looked left and right, with the unique enthusiasm of young people.

At a young age, he is already a spiritual magician of the ninth level of human status. Perhaps human status is not his end.

"Then there's Caroline, a B-level fire-type psychic."

The fourth person closest to Chen Fei was an aunt, and there was even a vegetable basket beside her, which already contained several slender carrots, beets, broccoli, onions and two large ribs.

This aunt just happened to drop by here when she was going to the market.

"I'm Caroline, the best at cooking and explosions!"

The grocery shopping lady with a vegetable basket beside her greeted Chen Fei and the others warmly with a smile on her face.

Cooking and exploding?

Chen Fei was confused.

All he could think of was popcorn, but could it be eaten?

At this moment, the Sanhao monk pointed at Chen Fei.

"Chen Fei, a B-level metal-type superpower."

Chen Xiaoer immediately came to his senses and quickly followed the example of the four people before and said hello to everyone.

"Hello everyone!"

"Okay, the introduction is over!"

The monk clapped the origami fan in his hand and got to the point.

"You may still be wondering why everyone was called here. I hope you all know what happened yesterday."

Snapped! The origami fan opens again.

This Miyoshi Gakusen is not like a monk, but he is quite suitable for the profession of Japanese storyteller "rakugoga".

Not only Chen Fei, everyone is very calm. It seems that the people who can come here have been specially selected in terms of character. Guys who are frizzy and impulsive will not be selected.

The five of them all stared at the monk, waiting for the other person to reveal the answer.

Snapped! The origami fan closed again.

"In order to fight back!" Monk Miyoshi Gakusen shook the origami fan in his hand and said, "I just got a confirmed list of key members of the Water Bear organization."

The origami fan points to the five people in front of them.

Snapped! The origami fan was smashed into the palm of his hand, and Miyoshi Gakusen said categorically: "Your mission is to kill them one by one, assassination, poisoning, sniping, no matter what."

ha?

Chen Fei was a little confused. He just repaired fighter jets and drove a big truck with him. When would he start to work as an assassin again?

Do you have such a talent?

If throwing 152 from a distance of dozens of kilometers counts, is he considered a heavy artillery assassin?

"Is it okay to explode?"

It's obvious that Aunt Caroline, a B-level fire superpower, has a true love for explosions.

"Don't hurt innocent people."

Monk Miyoshi Xuesen did not answer directly, but the implication was self-evident.

Sovereignty has already said hello. As long as it doesn't affect innocent people, just go ahead and do whatever you want.

The aunt showed a kind and gentle smile.

Walking male hormone, Andri, a third-level earth magician, asked in a magnetic voice full of masculine charm: "Can you tell me where this list comes from?"

I was just slapped in the face yesterday, and today's revenge list came out, but everyone would be suspicious.

Chen Fei thought the same thing in his heart, and the expressions of the others were also the same, quite curious.

"Buddha said: It cannot be said, it cannot be said, Namo..."

Mihaoxuesen clasped his hands together and was muttering something unknown, probably something like the Six-Tube Gatling Bodhisattva.

"Is there any specific action plan?"

Chen Fei raised his hand just like he did in school.

Including this monk, there are a total of six people. Even if you take the list and harvest people's heads, it is useless just knowing the names on it!

Where do people live?

Are there any bodyguards?

How many bodyguards are there? How is the combat effectiveness?

What about residential defense and warning facilities?

Without detailed intelligence support and combat plans, these people are simply giving away their lives thousands of miles away.

"Don't worry about this. I am the person in charge of this operation. You are responsible for the execution. Other things..."

The monk clapped his hands, and the soft applause echoed in the wooden house.

On the beams, on the tatami, and behind the wooden pillars, people wearing black clothes and covering their heads and faces kept popping up. There were about twenty people, making the empty room suddenly full of people.

"Ninja?"

The young man Stewart shouted in surprise, quickly took out his mobile phone and pulled over a man in black.

The two of them come together, eggplant!

Click!

Work together.

"Indeed, Ninja!"

The corners of Miyoshi Xuesen's mouth were constantly twitching.

He knew Tourt's actual age, he was forty-nine this year.

Otherwise, the Blue Star Global Joint Defense Committee will not be able to bear the accusation of employing minors, and those international organizations will bite on like mad dogs, holding a magnifying glass and nitpicking, stuffing bones into eggs.

Chen Fei, on the other hand, looked suddenly enlightened. No wonder he noticed something unusual after entering the yard.

It turns out there are so many people hiding in every corner.

Chen Fei couldn't detect people, but he could sense the metal products on these people, such as shurikens and tachi.

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