The First Order

The 73 barriers south of the Central Plains are located at the junction of the southern Sanjiang River. Every summer, the high sun over the sky will transpire the water vapor in the river.

The Meiyu in the middle and lower reaches of the river has passed, and the high-pressure temperature is controlled here, so that the lower-layer movement of the airflow is difficult to generate cloud rain, and the surface temperature is extremely high.

Therefore, the 73 barrier is also known as the stove barrier.

There was a quarrel in the official residence of the north of Longyang Avenue. The family meeting was going on. There were more than ten luxury cars on the square outside the official residence. The drivers stood in the corner and smoked and chatted, waiting for their big guys to walk inside. come out.

In the conference room, someone said aloud: "The royal family in the north has already opened up the business roads in the northwest. If they let them continue to develop, are they sitting still?"

Someone retorted: "You don't want to fight all the time. The most important thing for us now is to continue to radiate to the east. The Green Wo Group on the other side should not be underestimated."

Retorted by a middle-aged man with a beard, his face was calm, and the dark blue uniform was against the black tie, which was particularly solemn.

The person who spoke before sneered: "Zhou Shiji, Qinghe Group has a sneak peek at the resources of the Central Plains. It is terrible. I think you can't tell who our real enemy is."

"I didn't take Qinghe Group as an enemy. It is said that Qinghe Group has mastered the method of creating extraordinary people. I think we should get this method now." The middle-aged man with a beard will re-read the paper and pen in front of him. The position is squared and the seams are tight.

"Then I haven't seen them have a few extraordinary people," someone retorted.

"The extraordinary people in the moment, have become more and more need us to pay more attention."

This is the struggle between the main warring factions and the conservatives, but this meeting is doomed to no conclusion.

After another two hours, these Zhou’s great men came out of the bureaucracy. The conservative big men had bid farewell to this party’s representative Zhou Shiji. Some people invited him to drink two cups, but Zhou Shiji refused.

Zhou Shiji walked on the gravel road in front of the official residence. Early on, the concierge and security personnel waited in front of the car. The courtier helped Zhou Shiji to open the door. He nodded and then got into the car.

The black limousine sailed out of the official residence, and there were two motorcycles escorted one after the other. The assistant in the front row took a document and said: "The people who contacted Qinghe Group came back and they still refused. Our proposal."

And Zhou Shiji closed his eyes and nodded his face.

At this time, a high-rise building in the distance was holding a military telescope in pursuit of the team's whereabouts. When he determined the answer, he turned and took three white dove pigeons from the pigeon cage behind him and threw the sky.

The sound of the white pigeon flapping its wings makes people feel happy.

On the other side, someone carefully walked inside the house and watched the tall building.

When he saw three peace pigeons flying out on the high-rise, he said to the three companions armed with guns: "The target is on the route as planned and ready for combat."

"This assassination will only be successful and will not fail."

"You said, after we finished this vote, did we have the opportunity to join the Anjing Temple?"

In their mouth, Anjing Temple seems to be an organization, not a temple. After all, killing talents is eligible to join a temple. There is no such reason under the sun...

However, at this time, a young man suddenly came out of the shadow beside them. The young man took a sigh of breath and grinned: "I finally found you, but my Anjing Temple is not your role. of."

The four killers quickly pointed their guns at the young man: "Where did you come from? Is it always hiding in the kitchen?"

The young man still had a glass of juice in his hand and chuckled: "Don’t worry, let me finish the juice."

Said, the four killer's barrel suddenly bent, looks like a twist.

Five minutes later, the young man walked out of the building. His white shirt had a scarlet blood stain, indicating the fate of the four killers in the house.

Frowning a look at the blood, just stretched out a hand, the blood disappeared.

The bell in the distance rang, and the dove of peace on Peace Square was alarmed by the bells and flew into the sky.

Suddenly, he took out a thousand paper cranes from his pocket: "The mission is completed, the commission is deposited into my account. These are small roles. They don't know who the employer is behind."

After that, the thousand paper cranes flew up and flew high, flew through the galloping river and flew north.

The news here will naturally be brought by the paper cranes, and the white paper cranes are hidden in the dove of peace, not at all.

As for where the thousand paper cranes will fly, this young man is also unaware.

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On a mountain road in the north, there is a young man who climbs over the mountains. He follows a river and goes downstream. It seems that he is looking for something along the way, and he is afraid of missing something.

The mountains here are all khaki, and only when they continue to go east, the mountains are gradually green.

It seems that because there is no clue, the teenager’s look is slightly disappointing.

But this seems to be a good thing. Didn't you see the body, does it mean that the person he is looking for is still alive?

Walking and walking for half a month, in fact, if he is running at full speed, I am afraid that it will pass through the mountains in four or five days, but in order to find clues, I have lost a lot of time.

The boy suddenly heard the sound of felling trees in front of him. He slowed down and saw how far away he saw a group of migrant workers carrying a helmet.

The migrant workers saw the boy first and stopped: "Where are you from? Where are you coming out of the mountains?"

"No, I lost my way, I accidentally came here, I came from the northwest," the teenager laughed. "Where are the old men?"

"We are the lumberjacks of the 61 barriers, the emigrants," the oldest person in the loggers wondered: "Northwest? Is it to escape the war? Recently, many people have escaped from there and heard that they are fighting."

"Yes," the teenager smiled. "I also escaped from the war. It was too fierce."

"Hey, I heard that the extraordinary people over there are particularly powerful. Some people say that they have escaped from the 146 barriers. They still live in our market town. They said that the 146 barriers were actually destroyed by a young boy. Now Is the extraordinary person so fierce, and one person will fight a barrier?"

The teenager snorted and smiled: "I don't know, I have never been to the 146 barrier."

"Oo, the communication on your side is not convenient, I don't know it is normal," the lumberjack nodded. "My name is Xu Yahui. If you get lost, you can go back with us later, settle down in the market town and want to enter the barrier." It must be no good, what do you call a friend?"

The teenager smiled and said: "Thank you, my brother, I am Ren Xiaosu."