Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 572 Undercurrent 3
The manager is not someone who gives up so easily - the performance just now made him very clear about Zhang Cheng's value.He settled down and found an opportunity for himself to persuade Zhang Cheng: that is Martin.Zhang Cheng is Martin's friend, so... maybe this is a

In many cases, you can persuade others not by your righteousness, nor by your rhetoric and eloquence, but by your clinging to the other party like brown sugar.

It's a pity that this time the situation was unexpected, because he chased out the door and found that there was nothing outside.

The magician had disappeared through the door.

Zhang Cheng didn't have time to change his clothes, so logically it should be obvious, but the problem is that he just disappeared so suddenly.

The manager scratched his head, and suddenly he felt that this magician was no more than that.After all, although his theater is small, it has always been able to attract excellent performers.Don't come if you don't come, do you show off because of your ability?He spit on the ground angrily.Stupid and stupid, you don't cherish the opportunity I give you, you are really self-inflicted!
Seeing the other party turn around, Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.Although it is not dangerous, it is very troublesome to be entangled with such a person.Now he found that he seemed to be really not good at dealing with this type of people.

Whether it's Martin or the manager,
And most importantly... nothing seemed to happen.There was no death trap that Zhang Cheng had expected, no special hostility from anyone, and no infinite malice similar to "Death is coming".

Is Gaia just to make me perform magic tricks?
Zhang Cheng actually used magic to pretend to be magic... So Gaia arranged this game just to consume a few spell cards from me?
Zhang Cheng can be said to be extremely puzzled, and can only understand that the master of the plane has a far-reaching layout, and his true meaning has not yet been revealed.

Could it be that all the murderous intentions are tomorrow?
As he thought about it, he walked towards the hotel.A security guard looked at his outfit and immediately stood in front of him.But Zhang Cheng took out the room card from his pocket in time, and signaled to the security guard from a distance.The security guard also retreated sensibly, letting Zhang Cheng pass by.

As he walks through the lobby, he sees a few uniformed, policemen or something like that standing by, setting up a camera on the wall.If Zhang Cheng is not mistaken, the camera is pointing at that...nut shell box.

In fact, there is no need for a fruit shell box at that location-because no one will deliberately go to that location to throw garbage.But that's hard to say.After all, there is a dead corner, and human beings have the instinct to throw garbage and the like into the dead corner.

"What are they doing?" Zhang Cheng heard a black-haired, black-eyed traveler from the Republic asking his companion.

"It should be a routine security check." The companion replied. "Foreigners always pay attention to these details."

The person who spoke obviously had never smelled the smell of urine in those streets and alleys.

……

"How's the situation?" The commissioner couldn't wait to ask before entering the room.

Inside the room is a whole row of display screens, which looks like the control room of a modern factory, except that there are many people in it.

It seems that each surveillance camera corresponds to a person, and everyone is communicating with distant companions to pass various information.

"Those guys are quite powerful!" A subordinate handed over a simple report.There is very little content, and the commissioner holds it in his hand, and it only takes a few seconds to browse through it.

"Is it explosives made in a country in Southeast Asia...a military product? Can the source be traced?" asked the commissioner.

"No. That kind of thing is everywhere on the international arms black market. Soldiers in those countries are openly selling these equipment. Fortunately, their country's industrial level is just that way, and the only explosives that can be mass-produced are this kind of explosives." Reply.

"Those guys actually placed two sets of explosives in the same place? One of them was placed in the corner openly... I really don't understand." The commissioner looked at the report again.

"Yes, everyone doesn't understand. But after all, they are just laymen, and it is normal for laymen to do anything." The subordinate replied. "Although even I think it's a bit too amateurish."

"How do bomb experts rate its power?"

"If it's the first dynamite," said the subordinate. "It's just a poor-quality handmade product. It's powerful. It can probably blow up the upper steps. I mean, it will blow up a gap at a suitable distance, and by the way, people within three to five meters - if there are any So if an unlucky person is present—death and injury. Of course, the possibility of injury is far higher than the possibility of injury. As for other people, they can only listen to the sound of firecrackers, and leave some psychological shadows for life. Yes. But if you are really unlucky, you may be injured by gravel ten meters away.”

"But the second explosive is much more dangerous. It's an orthodox army weapon, meant to blast fortifications, vehicles, and tanks. It can," the subordinate cleared his throat. "Cause very considerable damage, and at the same time completely destroy the entire steps leading to the second floor." When he said this, he showed a perfect smile. "Besides that, there is an incendiary component in it, and it will start a fire very quickly."

"Very good." The commissioner nodded.The fire was exactly what he hoped for.Explosions are not actually appropriate, but arson is definitely appropriate.

"How do those European counterparts deal with this problem?"

"We gave them part of the information ... but in my opinion, they are happy to see it."

"Happy to see the results? Well, understandable." The commissioner smiled. "They want a cleanup, too?"

"Yes, unlike ours, there are too many wizards, alchemists, magicians and cultists over there," said the subordinate. "It's hard to tell the truth from the fake. And the real magician hides himself among a group of professional liars and magicians. It's really hard to find him in this case."

"But the republic has succeeded," said the commissioner.

"Sir, according to our information, their success is entirely based on chance. Because the Double Heaven Sect—that is the name of the superpower organization—is lurking among countless ordinary believers. I don’t know how many times the Republic has cast their nets, and this A big fish can always guarantee that he will not be caught. Until an accident. The only thing that the official republic can praise in this matter is their patience, not their ability. So sir, our European counterparts are very happy with our plan Satisfied. How do you say that sentence? A fire knows true gold! If you want to know if it is gold, the best way is to burn it in a fire."

"You have a good point," said the commissioner. "What's going on now?"

"Most people have already entered." The subordinate replied. "Everything will go according to plan."

"So what we have to do now is to wait patiently in front of the TV?"

"Maybe we can add a webcast!" The subordinate laughed.

A few people dressed in strange clothes, who could tell they were magic sticks, walked into the hotel.There are men and women, although they each carry their own luggage, they should know each other, they are saying hello to each other and talking about topics such as the weather, elections and gossip.

A few priests came in next, with serious faces and touching the cross hanging on their chests from time to time.

There is clearly a distance between the two parties.

It is said that almost all the people who arrived at this time point were this kind of people, and a few more people came in.This time, they were dressed in clothes that even the commissioner didn't know (you must know that since he arrived at this position, the commissioner has made up a lot of relevant knowledge. At least in terms of clothing, he can already tell the difference accurately).

"Who are these people?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the one in the feather costume should be some new religion in South America?" Even if the subordinates are well-informed, they still can't understand the various magic stick systems in this world.Some have been passed down from a long history, some have popped up suddenly in recent years, and there are still some that no one can figure out what's going on. "And the one with the deer head decoration on its head is... well, some kind of regional belief in Northern Europe?"

A few casual clothes came in next.But even if you wear casual clothes, you can still feel the meaning of looking forward to being a hero.

"These are... if I'm not mistaken, they are from Satanism." The subordinate said carefully.

"A mysterious organization?" the commissioner asked absently. "I've heard they scare the locals down there in southern Europe."

"Yes." The subordinate replied.

Their tone is very relaxed, because they know the truth about the mysterious organization.The reason why most mysterious organizations seem powerful, terrifying, omniscient, and ubiquitous is not that they really have any power to shake the world.Mainly because the average person doesn't know enough about them.In fact, when people take off their masks and take off their clothes to face each other, no one is more noble than the other.

In front of the intelligence agencies of the United States, these mysterious organizations are no different from ordinary people.

Mysterious organizations also have to eat and drink, and have the needs and weaknesses of normal people.Speaking of it, the drug lords in the cactus country, the opposition in Central and Western Asia, and the cockroaches in the Pearl of the Orient without the support of the CIA are not worth mentioning.

In the camera, a middle-aged man in a priestly robe can be clearly seen stepping into the hotel.

"Who is this?" The commissioner looked at it for a while and asked.Compared with the weird and weird outfits of those god sticks, this kind of traditional clothes of the Republic actually looks pretty good.

In the language of the Republic, it is a fairy-tale character, and one can tell that it is not an ordinary person.If you want to engage in the magic stick business, this is almost an initial skill.

"I don't know, but...it should be a Taoist priest." Of course, the subordinates could recognize this unique attire.

This Taoist priest is not walking alone, there are two people with him, a young man and a young man.The two men were also dressed in traditional clothes, but they followed quietly behind the Taoist priest.It belongs to the kind of follower who can be seen at a glance.

The older one was calmer, while the younger one seemed tense and curious.He kept looking around, especially those foreigners in strange clothes - even in various online videos, it is rare to see this type of people.

They have already booked a room, and the relevant data will appear on the screen of the commissioner immediately after registering at the front desk.

Zhou Fajing - Taoist of the Republic.His room has also been booked long ago, that is to say, this Taoist priest of the Republic is also an invitee to tomorrow's party.

Meeting tomorrow, leaving this morning, arriving at dusk—considering the distance and the annoying red tape of the immigration and immigration authorities, this speed is not slow at all.

"Interesting..." The commissioner ordered his subordinates to point the camera at the Taoist priest, and began to scrutinize the three of them.But this scrutiny is meaningless.Because there is only mutual attraction between supernatural powers... In other words, if you don't have supernatural powers, then you can't tell whether the other party has supernatural abilities.

The commissioner stared at these three people for a long time, but couldn't see anything special about them.I saw that they had completed the check-in procedures and were about to leave for their own rooms.

At this time, there was movement at the entrance of the hotel, and a group of people walked in.This group is a bit different, because all the people standing outside are white or black men in black suits. They belong to the kind of tall stature, and they can know the identity of the bodyguard at a glance.The sides of their garments all had slight bulges that anyone in the know knew were gun pouches hanging from their ribs.

This kind of people stand in front of you in groups, even if they don't do anything, it will make you feel instinctively cringe.

Surrounded by such a group of bodyguards are two men wearing traditional Indian feather crowns, one is older and the other is young.This kind of dress is very unique, and everyone can see it.

These days, anyone who has been in touch with the superpower craze on the Internet can recognize who this outfit means.

The most famous master in the magic world in the United States, the great wizard Hongshi.

The great wizard was really different when he went out, he was accompanied by a dozen bodyguards.This also proves his identity as a national treasure.He actually stayed in this hotel too... You don't need to ask to know that he is also here to attend tomorrow's party.

The check-in procedure for Zhou Fajing and the two apprentices has been completed, and they could have gone directly to the elevator room, but they were blocked by these bodyguards, so they couldn't get through for a while.

Not only them, some other people were also separated and couldn't get through.It seems that they can only go there after Hongshi and others complete the formalities.

"Master," the little apprentice asked suddenly. "That's the red stone?" He looked over with envious eyes.

Zhou Fajing didn't speak, because he was looking over there with his eyes open.

In the eyes of the sky, where is a person?It was a mass of intense and pure human energy, like a mosaic.

Hongshi was also startled suddenly, and turned around to look at Zhou Fajing.

　Today is finally a little free, tomorrow is hard to say.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)