Chapter 490 - Three Good Things
Six fifty in the morning, District A2, Ninth Street.
House number, odd number 3.
Chen Fei walked over with Jingguangque and found the place easily among the ruins and rubble.
“Chirp!”
Xiao Jiu stood on his shoulder, looking at the walled yard that was about to move. Inside, there was a towering tree that was a hundred meters high. The canopy of the tree completely covered the entire yard, and the large leaves of the cattail leaf completely blocked the sun.
Even though it is midsummer at this time, not only is there no heat under the shade of the trees, but you can even feel a trace of cool air spreading around, and the cool breeze is blowing on your face, making people feel extremely comfortable.
There is a lot of chirping in the canopy, and the sound of fluttering wings comes and goes. I don’t know how many birds live here, making the tree their home, and perhaps forming a small ecological chain.
Less than a hundred meters away from the courtyard, there are ruins of broken walls and clear lines of scorched earth, which even appear to be in the state of lava.
This paradise-like courtyard was able to survive the red and blue fireballs falling from the sky. Perhaps it was not bad luck.
"Go in!"
Chen Fei scratched the little bird's chin.
After getting permission, the little guy flapped his wings and flew into the courtyard wall and directly into the canopy of the tree.
He immediately opened the chest-high courtyard door, and a spacious courtyard covered with cobblestones as big as a finger came into view. The area within the wall was estimated to be no less than seven or eight thousand square meters.
In the center of Ruoda's courtyard, there is only one ancient-style building backed by towering trees, with shoji doors covered with white paper and lightly overhanging cornices, giving it an obvious Japanese or Tang style.
Ten carefully pruned five-needle pines, about the height of a person, stand symmetrically, forming a faint passage leading to this all-wooden single-story building.
Under the porch floor, there are already four pairs of shoes, some for men and some for women.
There were at least four people inside.
After walking a few steps, Chen Fei paused and looked at a five-needle pine with a slight frown.
There seemed to be something there, but he didn't see anything.
I knew there must be something weird about the yard that was able to survive the mutant attack on the city and was safe in the end.
Chen Fei did not hesitate anymore and walked straight to the wooden house under the towering tree.
Take off your shoes, step on the floor, and then open the sliding door covered with white paper. A Japanese-style room covered with thick rush mats appears in front of you, with tatami mats on the floor.
The roof has a skylight for lighting. Although it is covered by a dense tree canopy and the sunlight cannot shine directly, the light outside is enough to illuminate the inside of the house, not to mention that there are some styles on the wooden pillars and suspended ceilings that support the roof. Simple lighting, so there are no dead spots of shadow.
There were already five people in the room. Four men and women were facing a bald man in plain clothes. To be precise, he should be a monk.
There is a smokeless charcoal fire burning in the small red clay stove beside you, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of tea.
The monk who was kneeling on the ground smiled at Chen Fei and raised his hand to point to the right side of the four people opposite. There was an unoccupied cushion there, about two feet long and wide.
"Mr. Chen, please come in!"
Five soft cushions, no more, no less, just right, plus Chen Fei, it's all complete.
The message delivered by Team 04 Liaison Officer Rossi was unclear and mysterious. Chen Xiaoer, who came here, could only take one step at a time.
"Hello!"
Guessing that the other party was the owner of this place, Chen Fei nodded in response and walked quickly to the cushions.
There is a muffled sound when you step on the tatami. It should be a raised floor. The board is hard and extremely thick, so the sound will be muffled.
The size of the straw mat is exactly one square meter, very traditional Japanese style.
The other four men and women stared at Chen Fei as he came to the cushions and sat down cross-legged, as if they had been waiting for him.
Seeing Chen Fei twisting his waist unaccustomedly, trying to find a balance point, the monk said apologetically: "Sorry, there are no stools here."
"It doesn't matter!"
Chen Fei Barely able to sit still.
Crossing one’s legs is difficult, and sitting on one’s knees is even more unaccustomed to me.
"As you can see, I am Miyoshi Gakusori. Well, does it sound a little strange?"
The monk poured a cup of tea and placed it gracefully on the royal dining table. With a smooth push, it slid lightly on the tatami mat in front of Chen Fei. There was not even a drop of tea in the blue-black glaze cup. No spills or spills.
Chen Fei grinned, but did not say a word.
My surname is "Sanhao", which is not the real "Sanhao", but the Miao character passed down from our ancestors. With this name, it makes you a godly Sanhao student or Sanhao monk!
The other four men and women showed no reaction at all.
It seems that this cold joke is not very popular. The monk shrugged his shoulders and said as if talking to himself: "My family is named Sanhao, and my parents gave me the name Xuesen."
Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, and said with a slight exaggerated surprise: "Let me introduce it to you first."
He pointed to the person on the left in front of him.
"Mr. Andrew, a third-level earth magician."
Tall and muscular, with a beard and long hair, like a walking male hormone , the man nodded slightly to the other four people beside him, including Chen Fei, but he was not rough and showy, but his temperament was a bit showy.
It is really a pity to use this body of muscles as a magician. Throw away the staff and pick up a war hammer. This style of painting is the correct way to open it.
Then there is a young woman with naturally curly red hair and a proud figure.
"Ms. Masuya, an A-level wind power user."
The young woman in her twenties blinked at the crowd.
"Turte, a ninth-level spiritual magician."
The monk pointed at a young man who looked immature. He was not even 20 years old. No adulthood is open to question.
"Hello everyone, I'm Stuart!"
The young man immediately waved his hands and looked around, with the enthusiasm unique to young people.
At a young age, he is already a spiritual magician of the ninth level of human status. Perhaps human status is not his end.
"Then there is Caroline, a B-level fire power user."
The fourth person closest to Chen Fei is an aunt, and there is even a vegetable basket beside her Inside, there were already several slender carrots, beets, broccoli, onions and two large ribs.
This aunt just happened to drop by here when she was going to the market.
"I am Caroline, the best at cooking and explosions!"
The grocery shopping lady with a vegetable basket next to her smiled enthusiastically at Chen Fei and others. A hello.
Cooking and explosion?
Chen Fei was confused.
All he could think of was popcorn, but could it be eaten?
At this moment, the Three Good Scholars pointed at Chen Fei.
"Chen Fei, B-level metal superpower."
Chen Xiaoer immediately came back to his senses and quickly followed the example of the previous four people and greeted everyone.
“Hello everyone!”
"Okay, the introduction is over!"
The monk clapped the origami fan in his hand and started to get to the point.
"You may still be wondering why everyone was called here. I think you all know what just happened yesterday."
Pa! The origami fan opens again.
This Miyoshi Gakusen is not like a monk, but he is quite suitable for the profession of a Japanese storyteller, "rakugoga".
Not only Chen Fei, everyone is very calm. It seems that the people who can come here have been specially selected in terms of character. Guys who are frizzy and impulsive will not be selected.
The five of them all stared at the monk, waiting for the other person to reveal the answer.
Pop! The origami fan closed again.
"To fight back!" Monk Miyoshi Gakusori shook the origami fan in his hand and said, "I just got a confirmed list of key members of the 'Water Bear' organization."
Origami The fan pointed at the five people in front of him.
Snap! The origami fan was smashed into the palm of his hand, and Miyoshi Gakusen said categorically: "Your mission is to kill them one by one, assassination, poisoning, sniping, no matter what."
Huh?
Chen Fei was a little confused. He just repaired fighter jets and was an experienced driver of a big truck. When would he start working as an assassin again?
Do you have such a talent?
If throwing 152 from dozens of kilometers away counts, is he considered a heavy artillery assassin?
"Is it okay to explode?"
It can be seen that Aunt Caroline, a B-level fire superpower, really loves explosions.
“Don’t hurt innocent people.”
Monk Miyoshi Xuesen did not answer directly, but the implication was self-evident.
Sovereignty has already said hello. As long as it doesn't affect innocent people, just go ahead and do whatever you want.
The aunt showed a kind and gentle smile.
Walking male hormone, Andri, a third-level earth magician, asked in a magnetic voice full of masculine charm: "Can you tell me where this list comes from?"
I just got slapped in the face yesterday, and today’s revenge list came out, but everyone will be suspicious.
Chen Fei thought the same thing in his heart. The expressions of the others were also the same, quite curious.
"Buddha said: It cannot be said, it cannot be said, Namo..."
Miyoshi Xuesen clasped his hands together and was muttering something unknown, probably something like the Six-Tube Gatling Bodhisattva.
"Is there a specific action plan?"
Chen Fei raised his hand just like he did in school.
Including this monk, there are six people in total. Even if you harvest people's heads with a list, it is useless just knowing the names on it!
Where do people live?
Are there any bodyguards?
How many bodyguards are there? How is the combat effectiveness?
What about residential defense and early warning facilities?
Without detailed intelligence support and combat plans, these few people are simply giving away their lives thousands of miles away.
"Don't worry about this, I am the person in charge of this operation, you are responsible for the execution, other things..."
The monk clapped his hands, and the soft applause echoed in the wooden house.
On the beams, on the tatami, and behind the wooden pillars, people wearing black clothes and covering their heads and faces kept popping up. There were about twenty people, making the empty room suddenly full of people.
“Ninja?”
The young man Stewart shouted in surprise, quickly took out his cell phone and pulled over a man in black.
The two of them come together, eggplant!
Click!
Work together.
"Indeed, Ninja!"
The corners of Miyoshi Gakusen's mouth were twitching continuously.
He knows Turt's actual age, he is forty-nine this year.
Otherwise, the Blue Star Global Joint Defense Committee will not be able to withstand the accusation of employing minors, and those international organizations will bite on like mad dogs, holding a magnifying glass and nitpicking, stuffing bones into eggs.
Chen Fei looked suddenly enlightened. No wonder he noticed something unusual after entering the yard.
It turns out there are so many people hiding in every corner. Chen Fei couldn't detect people, but he could sense the metal products on these people, such as shurikens and tachi.
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(End of this chapter)