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744 Conspiracy

Niushan Scenic Area.

In early April, spring was in full bloom and flowers were blooming, but there were no tourists in the scenic area. The scenic area closed down last year on the grounds of safety, and has not officially opened until now.

Military trucks drove into the scenic area and came to the foot of the mountain. The trucks were painted green all over, and their appearance was more powerful and heavy than ordinary trucks.

The importance of road construction has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people over the past few decades. Thanks to the development of transportation networks, even such a big guy can successfully open to the scenic spot.

Surveillance drones flying around the mountains. At any time, pairs of guards in uniform patrolling the mountains. This place has been blocked and no one is allowed to approach.

Even the indigenous people in the tourist areas that rely on the mountains to eat, are blocked from the scenic area.

After the military truck arrived at the foot of the mountain, it did not stop, but turned to a temporarily excavated mountain road. This mountain road was opened with a super-large mine excavator. Ten super-large excavators worked thoroughly and reached the top of the side peak in two days.

Military trucks were loaded with various vehicle-mounted missiles. They slowly drove away from the truck and came to the side of the crane set up on the top of the mountain. A row of employees jumped out of the truck to help colleagues waiting on the side of the crane load the car-mounted missiles.

The robotic arm rotated and transported the vehicle-mounted missile to the entrance of the Wanshen Palace: a cliff wall dozens of meters away!

A young man held a cigarette in his mouth and looked up at the vehicle-mounted missile slowly leaning towards the cliff. He asked his colleagues around him: "Does these things really work for the ancient demon?"

"Who knows," the colleagues around him replied: "Whether it works is not a question we should consider. We will do whatever the company's senior management says. They know better than us."

The young man asked again: "Will the ancient demon come? With such an obvious formation, can you deceive the ancient demon? I will definitely not come."

This question is not out of line, he can ask it boldly.

A group of colleagues looked at each other but could not give an answer. They were junior employees of Baoze and could usually be considered masters, but in this combat effectiveness, they acted as militias and worked as hard laborers.

No one complained, it was already very good, at least the company did not let them be cannon fodder.

At this time, the colleagues who were guarding the employees glanced at the newcomers who were transporting weapons and said, "Don't stand there, it's time to match the slogan."

I was busy with work just now and didn’t have time to answer the slogans.

The left-behind employee took a deep breath and said in unison: "Is Master Pojun a bad pen?"

The staff who transported the weapons paused and replied in unison: "Yes."

Weapons were sent to the Wanshen Palace in batches. After all, a senior employee flew out of the Wanshen Palace. He looked around and announced loudly: "Leave Niushan Scenic Area immediately, the Wanshen Palace will be closed soon."

At the same time, everyone present received a retreat message on their mobile phones, telling them that the Temple of the Gods was about to be closed and all the staff were evacuated.

Dorgon's secret base.

The Qingshi, who was chatting casually about the world and telling the ancient style of the two allies, suddenly stopped talking to her tone, and could not tell the difference between men and women, and there was a clear emotional fluctuation: "She is going to close the entrance to the Wanshen Palace."

Dorgon and Beck Richardson frowned at the same time, smelling something unusual from this message.

"After the entrance to the Temple of God is closed, do you have a way to enter?" Baker Richardson asked after a moment of consideration.

"It is not difficult to open the entrance of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace. If you gather the power of two extreme Taoisms, you can break it by taking some time. It will only take some time." Master Qing said.

"How long is it?" Dorgon asked.

"At the fastest two days." Qingshi said: "I remember forcibly breaking into the Ten Thousand Gods Palace back then, but I can't remember what happened later. All the masters, including me, were suppressed."

Dorgon chewed on this information for two days.

"Since the Temple of God can be violently opened, what do they mean? Why should we close the entrance to the Temple of God?" Baker Richardson frowned: "Buy time?"

Dorgon lightly put the tea cover: "They are missing time, but such actions are obviously beneficial to us. If I were them, I would do everything possible to lead us out."

Master Qing smiled sinisterly and said, "Isn't this just pulling us out? What do you think, at this moment, to hide in the Ten Thousand Gods Palace and fight for a few days?"

Dorgon and Beck Richardson were both smart people. When they heard this, they suddenly realized: "The fruit is ripe?!"

"No, this is very likely a cover, a plan that deliberately leads us out. Once we can't sit still and jump out on our own initiative, we will fall into the trap." Baker Richardson analyzed.

"But if we watched coldly, we might have fallen into their trap." Qing Shi said slowly: "No one knows when the fruit will ripen, but one thing is certain, it's almost done."

"From the first death of Li Xianyu, its power began to recover. According to our speculation, he had been back in the island country, which was a sign of further recovery of the fruit. Then, it is completely possible that it will recover soon now."

Dorgon and Baker Richardson were silent.

This is completely an open plot. If you go, it may be an ambush. If you don’t go, the fruit may be ripe inside.

Once the fruits are ripe, there will be nothing they have to do, and planning forever is nothing.

"Okay, I know." Baker Richardson shrugged: "You said just now that they are likely to give birth to a half-step pole under the action of evolutionary flesh. Of course, this cannot change anything. But the Pojun Lord still has a clone that has not recovered. What is our chance of winning now."

"I can hold the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace and the Unparalleled War Soul, but I can't defeat them. Similarly, they can't do anything to me in a short period of time." said Qingshi.

His two clones are not comparable to ordinary senior and powerful ways. They are sure to deal with the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace and the Unparalleled War Soul. However, in this way, it will be very dangerous. The two clones are actually equivalent to being dispatched. If they fall in the Ten Thousand Gods Palace, they will be completely dead.

Baker Richardson thought for a while and said, "I'll deal with Qin Ze. He has no healing ability. Kusanagi's sword can restrain him."

Dorgon had an irresistible attitude: "Then I will solve the problem with Li Xianyu and the other two. It is not difficult to deal with the three and a half-step extreme paths."

After pausing for a moment, seeing that the two of them did not add, Dorgon continued: "Since they have chosen to fight against each other, they should satisfy them. But they cannot completely ignore the deployment. President Baker, it is time to play your role and let the blood descendants of the Super Powers Association attack the various branches of Baoze on a large scale."

Baker Richardson frowned, and then understood Dorgon's intention, using Baoze's branches as "hostages" to see if he could force Qin Ze and others out of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace.

However, how could you receive information from the outside world when you are in the Palace of Ten Thousand Gods?

Did he want to push the war directly to the end? No matter whether the fruit is ripe or not, he will hit Baoze again, causing the official organization to completely lose the threat. Even if he falls into the trap, Baoze is still at a disadvantage when the war begins next time.

All the masters are in the Wanshen Palace, and it depends on who can support the situation outside.

Baker Richardson stared at the Qingshi for a moment, "How did you receive the information?"

He neither read the phone and text messages nor did he report it.

"I parasitize puppets outside, share their senses, and freely manipulate their behavior. This is not an ordinary parasite. The puppets have lost their self-awareness, so they will not be forced into flaws by Baoze's little tricks." Qingshi said lightly.

However, being forced to scold yourself is not a good experience

New York time, 9:50 am.

Superpowers Association Headquarters, House of Representatives.

The Superpowers Association has three vice presidents, namely Milaris King, Justin Jean, and Canid Shogiba.

The last one was succeeded after Wald Jones fell in the temple.

In addition, there are twenty-two senior cadres and thirty-eight directors. The former is an important leader of the Superman Association and manages the affairs of the various state branches. The latter is a representative of the affiliated forces of the Superman Association.

In the hall, more than 60 people gathered, each of which was a well-known figure in the American blood group. It was also a group of people at the peak of the power pyramid in the American blood group.

This meeting was held by Baker Richardson. As the president of the Superpowers Association, he has such power, and often such meetings mean that something big happens that cannot be ignored.

Everyone present knew this.

A war in the blood-born world is coming.

The Buddha's head fell, and Baoze said that it was done by Baker Richardson. Although the Superpower Association does not recognize this matter to the outside world, all the people here are the peak of power, and they know it well.

After the incident, President Baker chose to stay in the Far East instead of returning to the United States, which is the best proof.

Why did he choose to stay in the Far East? Is he really an alliance with the ancient demon? What is he planning and what purpose is he doing?

The bigwigs of the Super Powers Association are extremely curious and attach importance to it.

Ten minutes before the meeting began, Vice President Justin coughed and laughed: "When I went out today, the guy from the Dawn Alliance came to me and said he would come to the meeting as well."

"I asked them, is it the federal government that has the final say or the state government that has the final say?"

"They answered me, and the Ministry of Finance has the final say."

A chuckle came.

The Super Powers Association is an official organization in the blood group formed by the federal government, but the Super Powers Association is not the only official organization in the United States. Including the Dawn Alliance, there are three official organizations in the United States.

However, the influence of these official organizations is limited to the land of one state.

Because they are an official organization of the blood-born community formed by one state or several states.

In the United States, the state government and the federal government check and balance each other, and the state government can formulate laws themselves (excluding the Constitution). If the federal government's policies conflict with the state government's policies, the state government can not adopt the federal government's policies and truly make my decision.

Therefore, many states have their own official organizations in the blood group, and the Superman Association is not allowed to establish branches on their own territory.

When the Super Powers Association was first established, it had only 12 states managed. It gradually developed to its current scale thanks to its money ability and the prestige of a master.

At this time, 10:00 was here and the meeting officially began.

The curtain behind the three vice presidents slowly slid down, and the projector's beam shone on the curtain, and a few seconds later, Baker Richardson appeared.

The president held a cup of brightly glazed teacup in his hand, with a huge ink painting on the background.
Chapter completed!
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