America.
From a primitive land that was once in urgent need of development to becoming a synonym for advanced and powerful, everything that happened on this land lasted less than two hundred years.
On the surface of the earth here, the original style has already been drastically changed by humans.
The vast base built on the side of the mountain seems to be the most significant symbol of these man-made transformations.
There are thousands of capable Americans here, distributed in all directions, or coming in and out. There are armored vehicles patrolling back and forth, and there is a flat and open airstrip.
On the grass on the side of the runway, an idle man with a grass stalk in his mouth, wearing a green multi-pocket shirt, covering his face with a hat, was lying idle.
Until a cautious young man came to disturb his leisure.
"General, this is the new information about an individual dangerous person that was received in the communication room fifteen minutes ago."
"Oh? What level?"
"One of the twenty-seven S-class targets, Yandu."
The man turned over and sat up, and the hat covering his face fell down casually, revealing the fluffy and thick hair of platinum and blue eyes like gems.
He definitely looks young, but his hair color and eyes are almost as if they are shining, which will make people ignore speculation about his true age and preconceptions that he is definitely at the strongest in his life. age.
After receiving the information, he glanced over it and read out a name: "Guan Luoyang?"
Their previous conversations were all in English, but when they pronounced the name, they used Chinese with a clear accent.
This American even has a Chinese name that has been used for thirty years - Situ Dianluo.
What can be recorded in several documents can be carefully browsed in less than ten minutes. The last page of the document is an aerial shot.
It was early in the morning, and the long-famous East Kalimanians and the young Chinese were sitting at both ends of the courtyard.
"Yan Du's proactive challenge, personally taking action in advance to clear the obstacles, and this..."
Situ Dian flicked the data he had just printed out. The nails of the bionic manipulator were shiny and red, making a crisp symphony with the paper.
"Looking at it, they are planning to have a discussion before September 19th. It's interesting."
"It's a rare vacation and a rare fun. If I don't get involved in this kind of thing, I will really turn into a piece of wood in this base."
He jumped up, lifted the hat on the grass with his toes, and flew into the palm of his hand, "Call the Kaliman allies and let them know that I want to use their airport."
The young man hurriedly chased for a few steps. He was also a reformed warrior, but even if he chased with all his strength, he could not shorten the distance with the figure who seemed to be walking casually, so he could only shout.
"General, general, wait, do you want to report this matter to..."
"I'm on vacation and can come and go as I please."
A moment later, the plane piloted by Situ Dianluo roared off the runway, quickly climbed upwards at an extremely thrilling angle, and disappeared among the clouds.
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Fuso.
From a distance, under the magnificent immortal volcano, in the prosperous and simple preaching hall, 1,600 young people with mechanical limbs learn ancient swordsmanship and undergo boring training.
The training here is not rigorous, but it is boring.
Repeating those old swordsmanship movements day after day, year after year, seemed to be a waste of the precious time of these reformed warriors, but no one complained.
Everyone is qualified to study here after a rigorous selection process. From the moment they step here, they are immersed in glory and reverence.
Someone once modified just one arm and defeated thousands of fully armed self-defense fighters in a sea of trees with ancient swordsmanship that was so concise that there was no redundancy.
From that day on, no one dared to question whether the swordsmanship of this sermon hall had been abandoned by the times.
The swordsman who accomplished that feat did not follow the example of his ancestors in ancient legends, fighting waves and cutting waterfalls.
It is said that he spent at least fourteen hours a day in the dry landscape in the backyard, thinking about the higher secrets of swordsmanship.
There are rumors in the nearby countryside that even invitations from ghosts and gods will be rejected mercilessly by the swordsman. Unless the immortal volcano becomes angry one day, no one will be able to see him leave this place again. Kodokan.
But today, while the disciples were maintaining their daily training, a feeling of shock and astonishment quickly spread from the stiffened disciples in the last row.
Everyone maintained an awkward posture, holding bamboo swords in their hands. They turned their heads and watched the barefoot swordsman with wild hair walk from the back to the front and take away the sword enshrined in front.
That was originally his sword.
Sengun Sanada's famous sword "Hundred Tongue".
No disciple dared to discuss anything in front of him, but after he completely walked out of the monastery, the voices of discussion surged like a swarm of disturbed bees.
Everyone rushed to the door to chase the figure.
Until another senior who presided over the sermon came to explain to them.
"Sanada is going to sea to a country smaller than Fuso. A feast taking place there has attracted his attention."
The senior with the scar on his face also had yearning in his eyes when he said these words, but after all, he still had more important responsibilities and was not a strong man who could be willful.
The swordsman who was rumored to refuse invitations to banquets from ghosts and gods crossed the sea and left just because of a few brief information and photos.
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In September this year, Singapore and Macao still did not experience the hottest end of the year.
There are many Chinese people here, and naturally there are many people doing business. They value this and use the antique style to make money.
"Nian Jiangnan" is born for this purpose.
The place is about 750 square meters in size and is completely modeled after the ancient town in the Jiangnan water town.
Although the interior is still a reinforced concrete structure, from the outside, the green brick paths, rowing boats on green water, criss-crossing streets, cornices and brackets, black tile roofs, and red painted beams and columns really look like something that has evolved over the centuries. And the ancient style.
Even in such a hot weather, if you can be in "Nian Jiangnan", you will feel a little cooler all over your body.
But Lao An was sitting in a dark air-conditioned room, looking at the scene in the courtyard through the window, but he still needed to take out his handkerchief from time to time to wipe the sweat on his forehead.
That terrible enemy and their president had been sitting there for several days and nights, taking only some water at most.
Their debates and thoughts are vaguely understandable, but sometimes the dangerous atmosphere that suddenly makes everyone's hair stand on end is a warning that can be understood without words.
However this afternoon.
During the exchange, the two people suddenly raised their heads at the same time.
There was a white streak across the sky.
