Thirteen guests are sitting on thirteen chairs, and there is an oval long table in the hall deep underground. The walls around them are all screens, some of which display relevant important statistical information, while others display real-time images of corridors, courtyards, laboratories and reception rooms. But these screens were ignored because there was something in the middle of the table. Long and smooth, with black wooden handle and etched steel spear.

"Oh, damn me," said the Yankees. "You actually got it."

The outsider got up from his seat and took out a pile of papers. "Yes, well, many things can be done as long as you try your best."

The blackbird sat in a chair at one end of the table and smiled. "A lot of things, right. Great and terrible things. The Egyptians killed thousands of people before building the pyramids. "

"I believe that the pyramids were actually built by Elvis Presley and Tupac," said the accountant, "but I may be confused with Atlantis."

They all laughed.

"What can it do?" The younger generation said.

An uncomfortable empty seat at one end of the table moved, and the air suddenly became cold. A voice sounded from the inside, calm but powerful, unbearable.

"This is the spear of unbelievers." Another supervisor said, "King Gusarus's godless gun." A faint sigh of awe. "Awesome."

The outsider bypassed the table and took out a stack of documents from her information bag and handed them to each of them. "To answer your question, the short answer is' there may be many'. The longer answer is that we are not sure. Since we took in the last of the four demons, we have been able to visit the tomb of Apollo. We studied the literature found there and learned more about this spear. It is obviously very important for the king, otherwise it will not be placed in the previous place, and it will not cost so much blood to get it. "

She took out a remote control and flashed at the biggest display screen hanging on the opposite wall. The screen shows the interior of a grave, dusty and dark, with a spear hanging from a huge sarcophagus by a silver chain. The next picture shows a passage from a book, which is a language that only a few of them know.

"Is this Tianhou?" Blackbird said happily. "Written in shorthand, so it's not made by Diva. Where is this? "

"In the grave," said the outsider. "According to the information we collected from these books, maybe these words were written by prisoners in Diva, or by slaves, or stolen from Diva's library. I don't know why they were buried with Apollo. Several volumes in these collections directly talk about this spear, and it is recorded that it is hundreds of years earlier than the kingdom, and may even be earlier than the devas. Beyond this range, there is no written historical record, and it is difficult to specifically lock the age. But we have reason to believe that even for these ancient civilizations, it is regarded as a legendary weapon. "

The young player banged his knuckles on the table in frustration. "I understand that, but I want a short answer. Why is this important and why do we have to spend so much consumables to get it? "

The Yankees gave him the cold shoulder. "It can kill god, baron. You throw it at a god, and that god will die. " He waved his hands in the air. "Boom. That's it. "

The young student's face wrinkled uncomfortably. "This is ridiculous. You cannot kill God. "

"Oh, yes," another supervisor said quietly. "Of course. This is an extremely difficult achievement, and there are only a handful of achievements through the ages, but in the past, there was indeed a very powerful existence attributed to annihilation. "

The archivist began to browse a book in front of her. "Yes, if my record is accurate, it is very possible. After all, they don't need to be translated or put in a hole. " The outsider gave her a hard look. "Thousands of years ago, maybe earlier, there are all kinds of legends about different weapons that can kill people. Very swords, arrows, and so on. Many of them have been proved to be false or disappeared in eternity, but perhaps the most enduring legend is this one. Spear. In fact, there are no other stories about such a powerful weapon in modern history. "

"All right," another supervisor said easily. "There is one." At the other end of the long table, the figure with his head buried in the shadow turned to the chair.

"Yes, Diane, thank you." Outsiders said angrily. "One of the oldest legends about this spear is related to the Christian mythical character Lucifer. In that story-"She pressed the remote control again, and the next picture is something that can be called a book. "-God put him down with the fragments of Lucifer's iron crown, and Cain found him. The same story also says that Cain killed Abel with fragments, not stones. After discovering its terrorist power, he made this spear out of his brother's bones. "

The round table was silent for a while.

"Nonsense," the liar put his foot on the table and laughed. "I know nonsense at a glance, and this-"it pointed to the screen, "-is nonsense."

"Yaya," an overly sweet voice danced on the table. "Do you know how much Mr Siegel hates people putting their feet on the table, dear? We have said this before. "

Liar, put your feet down quickly. "I'm sorry, madam."

The green skirt leans forward in the light, and a pair of narrow square glasses are on her nose. "Oh, don't worry. I just don't want to distract anyone today. After all, there is still such an important job to do. " She looked at the Yankees. "Rufus, do you have any place where we can put it and no one can find it?"

The Yankee shrugged. "If you ask me, no ... there is no place where you can stuff things without being dug around by irrelevant people. Can't you put it here? "

Green shook his head. "No, it's not here. We should keep it at hand and get it when we need it, but it should be far enough to be used against us. " She touched her chin with her finger. "Does anyone have an idea?"

Silence returned to the room. She sighed.

"What do you think, Mr. Robot Head?" She didn't seem to tell anyone in particular. The screen in the room suddenly darkened, replaced by a dark gray ring and arrow with a beating red dot in the middle. "Do you have any place where we can keep it?" She said.

You're asking me if I know if a place is safer than where you are now. It is displayed on the screen. The answer is no. There is no safer place than here.

Green took a deep breath. "Well, there must be a place, right? We have no place to-"

She suddenly quieted down and the phone at the other end of the table rang. The man in the shadow lowered his head and reached for the receiver at the third sound. They whispered for a while and then put the receiver back. A table of people silently looked at the figure.

"Sophia will take it away," said the founder, his voice was gentle. "She can hide it so that it won't be touched." He looked down at his watch and then looked around the table. "For the sake of our goal, you should all try to keep your distance from this."

The ambassador frowned in some confusion. "Wait a minute, Sir, let me ask. Americans say it's a spear used to kill gods, right? How can it be dangerous to us? We are not gods, are we? "

The founder smiled gently. Jane, you underestimate yourself. He looked at the table. Diane Rufus Mortimer. Allocate as many of your assets as possible to the Donna team at the Apellon site. Sophia, "he looked at the motionless figure in the shadow around him," take this away. Find a safe place to store it. I believe you. "

The figure flashed and disappeared with the spear. The people on the table found that it was never here.

The hum of the plane engine was the only sound in the cabin, and Sylvester Si Long's plane crossed the sky. He sat at a table on his nose with Calvin; They talked before, and now they are all staring at the TV installed in front of the cabin. The sound was turned off, but the message was clear. The news clip reads, "French billionaire Jean-lemieux Bertrand canceled Jupiter Festival in South Africa because of security problems."

Olivia was watching, too. Her face didn't get better, but at least her eyes were focused. Jean Bertrand. Is this the ambassador? "She stared at the screen. "Is he always so ... public?"

"That's what he does," Si Long whispered. "The beautiful face foundation's public relations work. But this is not like someone who will miss the party. " He wiped his face. "Something must have happened."

Suddenly, the light of the cabin telephone came on, giving a soft beep. Si Long went over and pressed the button.

"Does the black moon howl?" He asked.

"It will never stop." Voice-a woman, replied.

Si Long sighed. "Good evening, Priscilla. What can I do to help? "

The woman on the other end of the phone hissed at him. "Did you get our agent back?"

Si Long looked back at the three men, his nose slightly upturned. "You can say that. What do you need? "

"You must have seen the news." She said. "The ambassador canceled the plan for tonight. You may be interested in the reason. An hour ago, we received a phone call from him, verified his identity and so on. He told us that he cancelled the plan to meet with us to discuss the conditions. "

Si Long's steely eyes dimmed. "conditions? What conditions? "

"surrender." Norris said. "They don't have a few people left. He saw the light at the end of the tunnel. A mouse is escaping from the sunken ship. "

Sylvester looks at Calvin, but the other person is still watching TV. "It feels like a trap, Priscilla." He said slowly. "What does he hope to get from it?"

"His life." She said. "He said he was willing to face the trial, and he didn't want to die like this."

Si Long pursed her lips. "Not surprisingly, this coward. What does he want to offer? "

"Intelligence, he resigned. He said he could still tell us where the all-seeing eye is. "

Calvin looks at the phone, then at Olivia and Adam. Olivia looked at him, still looking depressed at Blackbird's time. Adam didn't look away from the window because he got on the plane and Calvin sighed.

"Who does he want to talk to?" He asked.

Norris smiled. "It must be me. As our chief diplomat, only I have the right to bargain with him. "

"It's more like she wanted to kill him after leaving him alone." Si Long whispered, her voice almost growling.

"You need security personnel." Calvin said. "You must act quickly."

"I am not an amateur, Mr. Lv Xian." She sneered. "I don't need you to teach me to do my job-"

"I'm still not optimistic." Si Long interrupted. "You don't know what his intentions are."

"Of course not-because we haven't met, Sylvester. This is the purpose of diplomacy. In addition, the resolution has been made. We'll meet him tonight and take him back to Delta for more questioning. When we get what we need, we will lock him up until everything is blown away, and then let him go. "

"Have you made a decision?" Si Long shouted.

"Yes, Sylvester. Shortly after he contacted us, we launched a vote. If you want to participate, you shouldn't run away from your own messenger task. We can send a thank-you card and a hot air balloon to do the same thing. You can't just walk away, after all, we are at war. "

Si Long's teeth are particularly obvious. "Where will the transaction take place?"

"Oltambo International Airport" she replied, "Why, you didn't mean to-"

Si Long hung up the phone and sighed. "Priscilla is a skilled diplomat, but I'm afraid it's beyond her ability. Bertrand is notorious for his extraordinary charm. I said she didn't mean to miss him. She speaks very well, but I dare not say that she is smart or self-aware. "

"What do you want to do?" Calvin said.

He shouted. "I don't know. Your two companions can't go back there. I don't want Priscilla to handle it herself, so I need to go over and interfere with her before it happens. You, "he paused. "I don't know where you are now. Are you all right? "

Calvin shrugged. "I have experienced worse."

"Then you come with me. We land in Tambo, leave, and I will send them back to the delta to stay away from danger. Do you agree? "

Calvin nodded. "I agree."

A few hours later, after an uneasy nap, they landed in Johannesburg. When preparing to land, Si Long pointed to another plane far from the tarmac. The letters on the side of the fuselage spell out the following words: "Far Sky Airlines".

"This is the front desk of a foundation." He said. "He's here."

Calvin packed his things and was ready to leave, but hesitated. He turned to Olivia and Adam, both of whom looked at him. They look depressed.

"Stay here," he said. "I'll come to you when I'm done."

Olivia nodded, but Adam didn't move. His eyes were still fixed on craven's face, and there was something strong that he didn't know how to respond. He just nodded and left the plane.

He and Si Long crossed the tarmac and rushed to the plane, realizing that a small group of separatist agents were waiting for them at the side door. Si Long went up to him and showed them a silver ring from his pocket. Knowing their identities, the agent opened the door and accompanied them in. They walked through several long corridors until an agent took them into a side door.

The room behind the door is very small, like a conference room for airport employees. Sitting at the table was Priscilla Norris, who suddenly became very angry, and a man, dressed in a neat and refreshing tan suit, bright blue shirt and dark blue tan pants. The man stood up and smiled when they came in, but he hesitated when he saw Calvin. No one seemed to notice this, and the man quickly put away his expression.

"Sylvester." Norris fought back his anger and said, "What are you doing here?"

Si Long smiled and held out his hand to the man in fur coat. "Enjoy the good weather, Priscilla. I haven't walked so far south for several years; It's good for my old skin. " He turned to the man and took his hand. "Sylvester Si Long, nice to meet you."

The man's smile is extremely touching. Calvin found out. He is handsome, with black hair tied in a short bun at the back of his head, and his smooth face is flawless. His eyes are dark green. When he smiles, it sounds like music.

"Jean Bertrand, I am most honored." The man said. "Thank you for coming to see me, Mr. Si Long. I just told Ms. Norris that I hope it won't cause you too much trouble. "

Si Long waved. Calvin looked at him and found that despite this gesture, Sylvester still looked out of the window and listened very carefully.

"This is certainly not a problem at all." Si Long pointed to Calvin behind him, and he bowed slightly. "You know my colleague well, don't you, Calvin Lv Xian?"

Bertrand's face froze for a moment, then returned to its natural appearance. "Yes, yes, the game warden." He also held out his hand to Calvin and they shook hands. "You really touched their hearts, Mr. Lv Xian."

Calvin didn't respond, but their common look revealed how nervous the room was. Bertrand motioned for everyone to sit down, and they also sat down.

"I will try to be concise." He said, "Because I tend to talk a lot." Your behavior, Mr. Lv Xian, has shaken the foundation. The important duties once performed by my colleagues are no longer performed. I used to contact Green or Rufus for wisdom, but this time they are not here. "He adjusted his coat slightly." That's why I came to you. I am a realist. Although I have served the foundation's goals for many years, I still put my longevity before all ideologies. Besides, it seems that your ideology is about to defeat them. Maybe it's time to start rethinking. "

"Besides," he continued, "I have a keen ability ... to feel things. People. I can read people easily. This is not a problem at all, even large organizations will feel at home, because I know how they feel. But this time it was very different. There is something big moving in the foundation, something very powerful. This force radiates from the competent headquarters, and the sun is getting stronger and stronger. "

Calvin then remembered the presence he felt in the warehouse and tower. A huge thing is looking down at him, as if looking at a dust mite. "Founder," Calvin said. "Aaron Siegel."

Bertrand looked at him and nodded slowly. "This is the most likely. I am a person. Although I may be the ambassador of the foundation, I don't want to stand between this force and its goal. On the contrary, I want to see it disappear. As far as I know, you have the tools to do this. "

He put his palm on the table. "My proposal is like this. I know the location of the head office, and there are many other black websites of foundations. I can tell you where they are hiding. I have information that may be useful to you. Specific information about the foundation. When it's all over, maybe your organization needs help to finish it. I have relations with many organizations and have a good reputation. Valuable resources. "

Norris nodded. "Yes, we are willing to accept your service, Joan."

Bertrand looked at her and his eyes flashed. Calvin looked around and found again that he seemed to be the only one who noticed. He found Bertrand looking at him out of the corner of his eye, as if he were surprised. Norris kept saying.

"We should take you out of here and go to a safe place. I'm not sure what strange and dangerous reaction the foundation may have-"

Just then, they heard someone shooting in the distance. Then there were more voices, and then a series of tear gas bombs fired by some powerful automatic weapons. Everyone in the room immediately stood up, and Norris' security team strode into the corridor. There are more gunshots in the air. Calvin looked back and saw that Bertrand had turned white.

"It's them." He said. "They came to me. Oh, my God, they are coming to kill me. "

"I don't think so." Si Long grabbed the man's coat and pulled him into the hall. Norris followed them, followed by Calvin. Si Long told Norris.

"If you see any enemies, knock them down." He growled, "We'll clean up the mess later."

They ran to another long corridor until they came to a restaurant. The airport staff were still busy, but this group of people quickly attracted their attention. Si Long pushed Bertrand forward, and the hall behind him echoed with more gunshots. The crowd in the restaurant found out and ran to the exit, scrambling to avoid danger. Norris, Calvin, Si Long and Bertrand mixed in the crowd and walked to the air station together.

After they left, they came to a boarding gate hall. More people, like passengers, were running towards the exit. Si Long pointed to a series of doors, and his jet plane was parked outside on the tarmac. Just as they ran to the door at the far end of the airport, an explosion sounded behind them.

When Calvin looked back at the dust and debris, he saw four figures emerging from the smoke. They are human beings, but one thing is very strange, very strange. The leader was a tall man with a shaved head and heavy armor. Two women, one with a flame thrower and the other with a long rifle. There is also a person who seems to be carrying a small machine gun and takes out a long string of bullets from the bag behind him and sticks them on the gun. The four men looked at Calvin together and ran to him.

"fuck." Calvin turned and ran to the other three. He heard the roar of machine guns and hid behind a pillar. Behind the three men, a group of separatist security personnel began to pour into the hall and opened fire on the four attackers. Distracted, they turned to the security group, and Calvin was able to meet the three men behind them again.

They bent down to avoid bullets, and Calvin occasionally caught a glimpse of a massacre behind him. He saw one of the four people, a woman, lifting an agent into the air, picking up her flamethrower and aiming it directly at the agent's face. The bigger man has pulled the supporting steel column out of the wall and stabbed the other two. They hung and twitched for a while, then let go and fell to the ground. Bullets jingled on the metal table next to Calvin, and he saw the attacker with a long rifle approaching slowly in the distance, and he was still shooting. He looked at the other three people who were going to escape again.

"get down!" He whispered, "Everybody down!"

Si Long squatted under the table, but Bertrand had collapsed in a row of chairs. Norris exclaimed and stood up to help him. Calvin heard the rifle explode and her head exploded at the same time. Norris' consciousness turned into a pink steam. Si Long screamed and was splashed with Norris' gray matter. Calvin bent down and dragged him out from under the table. Three people climbed to the door and more bullets flew overhead.

Finally, they reached the exit, Calvin opened the door, and the three of them ran to the tarmac together. In the distance, they saw Si Long's plane drive into the runway. They passed another jet plane that was pulled into the gate, and the headless body of an agent was thrown at them from the broken window, but they barely escaped, and four foundation assassins appeared in the original window. Calvin didn't look back, only felt that Si Long pushed him aside and a bullet grazed his cheek. When he turned around, Sylvester was holding his leg, and his trousers were soaked with blood. The man gasped, and then his expression went blank after another bullet penetrated his heart.

Another bullet flew into the tarmac next to it, and Calvin rolled and caught Bertrand, who had huddled on the ground. Calvin saw that his face was full of solemn and stirring expressions, and wordless fear poured out of his mouth with wordless singing.

All the speakers around began to boo. Then, suddenly, a voice echoed throughout the airport-childish rather than natural.

Iran map …

Bertrand seemed to pop out of his mouth, and suddenly he stood up and tried to escape. Behind them, Calvin heard a heavy muffled sound. The tallest of the four people, the man named Irantu, landed directly from three stories high and quickly crossed the runway to chase Betrand.

"no!" Bertrand shouted. "no! Let me go, please, I beg you, you can make me do anything! Please. Please. Please forgive me! I don't want to die! "

The voice came from the loudspeaker again.

Traitor.

Bertrand fell backwards and staggered back, away from the armored man standing in front of him. Elantu raised one foot and stepped on Bertrand's leg, crushing it to pieces. He grabbed his leg in tears.

"Please! Please. Ilanto, don't! Please. I just want to live! I don't want it! "

Elantu grabbed Bertrand's hair and held his head with his right hand. He touched his belt with his left hand, took out a black axe and held it in front of Bertrand. At the sight of it, the supervisor cried like a baby. A second later, Ilanto raised his axe and smashed it into Bertrand's skull with a wet crunch. Then he did it again, splitting the skull directly, and Bertrand's bloodshot eyes shrank into his head. Yilantu threw away the axe, put his hands on the wound, as simple as a normal person opening a potato chip bag, and tore the whole head in half at once. Bertrand's body twitched on the ground for a while, and then fell silent with the airport.

Calvin was panting when the man approached him, but the roar of the jet engine broke the silence. They turned their heads together and saw that Si Long's plane had taken off at the end of the runway. Calvin's heart is about to jump out of his chest. Suddenly, he heard the rotation of machine guns in the distance, and a long string of whistling lead rushed to the horizon, tearing the plane engine. The man with the machine gun continued to aim at the plane with laser precision until the plane stalled and caught fire.

Pale fear surrounded Calvin, who saw the plane burning at the end of the runway. When he looked up, he happened to see Irantu punch him on the head, and then he fainted.

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