Chapter 561: Planning and strategizing (Part 2)
As an undercover agent, Wang Xinhou performed his duties with perfect disguise.
The establishment of the Night Palace and the underground research institute is irreplaceable for Wang Xinhou and Gao Zhiwei.
If he hadn't been involved, the princes alone would not have been able to acquire such a large amount of land, nor would they have been able to quietly build an underground research institute.
Now, this hidden man who has been hiding for many years shows his fangs again, and his target is Jiang Mingyang!
Wang Xinhou answered the phone respectfully, and a low but rich voice came from the phone.
"No matter what the outcome is, Jiang Mingyang must die. This is an order from the top of the organization."
Wang Xinhou was slightly stunned and said in astonishment: "If I take action, my identity will no longer be hidden. Is it worth killing and exposing Jiang Mingyang?"
"Don't worry, since the organization can bury you so deep, we can guarantee that no one can discover you.
This operation is no small matter. Whether the relationship between China and the church will deteriorate depends entirely on whether Jiang Mingyang dies from external forces.
If all the rules were followed, Jiang Mingyang's life and death wouldn't matter.
But if someone falls due to an attack by external forces, China will definitely not sit idly by and ignore it, and will definitely come into conflict with the church.
As long as the two top powers conflict, we, the Divine Eye, will take the opportunity to rise!
This is the beginning of the Holy War. You are the vanguard of the Holy War. Do you think it is worth it? "
The voice was full of deception, and Wang Xinhou's eyes showed a look of fanaticism, and he said excitedly: "I understand."
"The latest model of the Eye of Sin has been delivered. With it hiding and modifying your aura, not even Duan Qing can detect you.
Go ahead and do it, and the Divine Eye will bless you. "
The communication was hung up, Wang Xinhou still kept his enthusiastic smile, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the office.
Wang Xinhou woke up suddenly, put on his amiable and kind elder look, and opened the door with a faint smile.
A tall and thin man stood outside the door.
The man was wearing a black hat, black sunglasses, black clothes, black pants, black shoes, and black gloves.
The only face with pale skin exposed was covered with a black mask, leaving almost no skin exposed.
"Black trouble!"
Wang Xinhou's pupils shrank suddenly and he exclaimed, then he covered his mouth tightly, his eyes full of disbelief and horror.
"Black Scourge" is a taboo of darkness, a taboo of the earth and the abyss.
Wherever black disaster appears, disaster will come.
This sentence is not alarmist, but a simple statement of facts.
Whether it was the Eastern Saint Rebellion or the Thorn City Disaster, the death toll exceeded a hundred people.
During the Dongsheng Rebellion, more than a hundred researchers died in the underground research institute alone, not to mention those killed by Jiang Mingyang.
The most terrifying thing is that the experiments conducted by the underground research institute are thousands of times more cruel than killing hundreds of people.
The same was true for the disaster in Thorn City. Due to the turmoil in the military and political districts, more than a hundred warriors died, and an even more terrifying artificial light curtain area was created!
The same is true in history. Wherever there is black trouble, disaster will happen.
In short, wherever black disaster occurs, there must be major events and disasters.
"Hello, your express delivery has arrived, please sign for it."
Hei Hui smiled nonchalantly, but his face was covered by a mask and couldn't be seen at all. To Wang Xinhou, it looked more like a warning.
"Okay, okay, I'll sign right away."
After a brief moment of silence, Wang Xinhou hurriedly picked up the package and subconsciously looked for a pen to sign.
But Black Disaster is not a courier, so there is no courier bill for him to sign.
"Haha, don't be nervous, I don't eat people."
Heihui smiled slightly again, stuffed the suitcase in his hand into Wang Xinhou's arms, and said: "The things have been delivered, it has nothing to do with me how to use them."
After that, the black disaster dissipated out of thin air like a bubble, as if what just appeared was just a phantom.
Wang Xinhou looked around the corridor and found that no one was watching or watching, so he hurriedly returned to his office.
He placed the suitcase on his desk and opened it solemnly, revealing a pair of eyeballs that looked like works of art.
The eyeballs were extremely realistic, as if they had just been dug out of human eyes, giving them a different kind of cruel beauty.
It was as exquisite as anything Jiang Mingyang had seen before.
"Give me two eyes of sin. What does this mean?"
Wang Xinhou frowned and fell into deep thought, his brain frantically analyzing the organization's intentions and the use of these two sinful eyes.
At the same time, Heihui stood on the roof of the administrative building, overlooking the panoramic view of Dongsheng City.
"Three consecutive missions, three times I met this little guy. I really don't know whether to call him excellent or unlucky."
Hei Fu was wandering on the roof of the building, talking lazily to himself, turning a blind eye to the surveillance on the roof.
After Jiang Mingyang sent the coordinates to Bai Xiaosheng, Bai Xiaosheng controlled the mechanical flying insects to conduct all-round surveillance of the administrative building.
But the black disaster was on the roof of the Administration Building. Not only did it not alert the mechanical bug, it didn't even capture a single picture.
It's as if the black plague is the air, an invisible person that doesn't exist at all.
“The first time was a small shrimp, but it played a vital role and drove away the prince.
The second time, it was a little loach, but it turned the Thorn City upside down, and even allowed the top brass of China to take control of the Thorn City.
The third time you become a core target, not only will the church treat you quickly, but the organization will also put you on the must-kill list.
If you don't die, I really want to train you.
I can hardly remember the cursed name Black Disaster. "
Heihuo muttered to himself, walked around the Dongsheng City Administrative Building, and finally disappeared into the air.
At the same time, Holyfield Edward led the crowd to search frantically for Jiang Mingyang.
Regardless of the previous pranks or the blood from hemorrhoids sprayed on his face by Wu Zhengcheng, he attributed his hatred to Jiang Mingyang.
But no matter how hard he tried, he turned Dongsheng City upside down, but he still couldn't find Jiang Mingyang's location.
Holyfield Edward, who had been searching in vain, set his sights on the Wu'an Bureau.
Since he couldn't find Jiang Mingyang, he set a trap for Jiang Mingyang...
Bai Xiaosheng was not idle either. He didn't broadcast Jiang Mingyang's situation live, but broadcast the search progress of Holyfield Edward's team.
This Holyfield Edward was very irritable, but there was someone who was even more irritable than him.
"Waste, waste, all waste!
28 people can't kill Jiang Mingyang, what's the use of you! What's the use of you!
I want to kill Jiang Mingyang, I want to kill Jiang Mingyang!"
The fat and ugly Sha Aili William, while madly devouring snacks, angrily smashed everything in the room.
Sha Aili was on the 107th floor, living in a presidential suite that towered into the sky. No matter what she did, it would not affect other guests.
But just outside the misty window, a blur was climbing and running on the outer wall of the hotel.
The man was silent and motionless, like a ghost blending into the air, a hunter hidden in the dark.
If you look closely, you will find that the figure is covered with armor, which seems to have the protective color of a chameleon and can blend perfectly with the surrounding environment.
He climbed up quickly, and his goal was Sha Aili's room...