Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 1072: Focus on Pursuing a Path to Life

Chen Chuan didn't know whether this attempt would be successful.

However, these seeds will draw power from the sky to maintain themselves. Once a certain pulling force disappears, it means that a certain seed has failed. If it still continues, it means that it still exists there.

If all failed, he would try again, but judging from the warning on the jade plate, there might be no hope by the third time.

To be honest, this actually depends on some luck, because after he spreads out, he can only know where he is through the purple air, and he has no control over it. In a place like the Federation, it is hard to say how many people will survive at the beginning.

But it is precisely in places like this, in a more complex environment, that it seems more likely that one can truly hone his or her skills.

He couldn't see the content after the jade plate for the time being, but the subsequent practice would require the cooperation of external practice resources, so it didn't matter if he couldn't see it for the time being.

He can still maintain his self-improvement for about one or two months, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't use drugs during this period. And the cultivation drugs sent from Dashun should arrive in ten days at the latest. Optimistically speaking, he can maintain his progress for more than a month.

In other words, he had less than three months to find more things needed for his practice, so as soon as that batch of things arrived, the trip to Kawatua would be put on the agenda.

We might encounter a strong opponent this time, so it would be a good opportunity to see the level of their fighters in this Federation.

In an underground space in the central city, the Secret Operations Agency and the Intelligence Planning Office are surrounded by various biological material equipment and instruments. Eyeballs are looking around on the biological walls, and occasional flashes of light flow through the connected blood vessels above and merge into the resonance nests deep inside.

There are resonators equipped with deep implants sitting there, monitoring and receiving information from various important areas.

The Operations Agency has focused on the Dashun delegation over the past two days. They have to record and analyze in detail the activities of every member of the team and their conversations in public. They even carefully identify the time they go in and out of the restroom.

Nathaniel, the branch director, sat behind the table with a serious face, watching a video of Xie Xinmin interacting with someone. His hawk-like implant eyes repeatedly scanned the video, checking every word and expression to make sure he didn't miss any details.

As the head of the delegation, Xie Xinmin was the person they needed to pay the most attention to. Not only him, but also everyone he had contact with, needed to be monitored more closely afterwards, and every place he had visited needed to be checked and sorted out afterwards.

In the past day and a half, Xie Xinmin's performance was very normal. He met with senior executives of Dashun Company and some civilian representatives. He knew that this was just appearance. Xie Xinmin must have come with certain tasks this time, and he had to figure out what these tasks were.

At this time, a subordinate came over, saluted him, and then put a report on the table.

“Sir, this is another part of the report from the delegation. In the past two days, in addition to the two Dashun fighters being invited to a company, there was also Skalson from the international investigation team who went to see Chen, who you said you wanted to pay attention to.

I also need to report to you that Mr. Black Catfish has lost contact with us since yesterday morning. We sent people to check his location, but there was nothing left. His whereabouts are currently unknown, and we don’t know whether it was the Strategic Affairs Department or the Dashun Bureau that did it. "

Nathaniel frowned, looking a little gloomy. This situation was a little unexpected. Black Catfish was always very cautious in its operations and rarely made mistakes. He had asked for it from the headquarters specifically for this mission.

Moreover, he is a fighter, and even the headquarters may not be able to accept such a loss.

But the situation is very strange. First of all, the Strategic Affairs Department and the East Coast Party have the strength, but they will not do things without purpose. Killing the black catfish will not bring any benefits. It can only be related to those Dashun fighters.

However, even if Dashun's fighters discovered that they were being monitored, they would generally not take the initiative to attack, because there was no need to do so, unless they were someone who had taken some kind of special oath. However, those who were ultimately selected to join the visiting group should have eliminated those who acted in extremes.

In this situation, there must be some unexpected changes.

At this time, another subordinate came over and saluted, "Sir, we found a clue." When Nathaniel looked over, he spoke quickly, "Mr. Black Catfish often browsed the 'Hakekeshu' platform and had contact with the platform within 48 hours before his disappearance.

We suspect that he accepted a bounty commission from the platform. We asked the platform to provide clues, but they refused. At the same time, we also found another piece of information. "He handed over a report, "There is a bounty request for four fighters from Dashun on the 'Ha Ke Ke Shu' platform."

Nathaniel took the report and looked at it expressionlessly. However, when he saw that the reward for Chen Chuan was only three times that of other fighters, he couldn't help but sneer on his face. He thought about it and looked at the next subordinate with hawk-like eyes.

"Well done. From now on, you will be in charge of surveillance outside the city. I will double your manpower. You must record their every move."

The subordinate showed an excited expression on his face, looked forward, and saluted: "Yes, sir."

Another subordinate remained silent. After the colleague left, he asked in a low voice: "Sir, should we continue with Mr. Black Catfish's matter..."

Nathaniel was silent for a while and said, "Put it in the archives first." "Yes!"

After the others left, Nathaniel got up and walked to the secret room next door, picked up a phone there, and dialed a complicated number.

After the call was connected, he said in a cold voice, "I suspect that the fighters of the Dashun delegation are very aggressive. We must prevent accidents from happening and protect the interests of the West Coast. I will ask the headquarters to transfer the Iron Crow."

In the central city of Serranocha, a dozen primitive people dressed in Dashun costumes walked on the busy streets.

Awan followed his uncle Tahu carefully. He looked up at the skyscraper in front of him, feeling both awe and alienation. The flashing neon lights made him feel very uneasy. The two-wheeled vehicles speeding by on the road from time to time, and the people on them making excited and strange noises, almost made him unable to resist taking off the bow and arrow on his back.

Not only him, but also the young people who had never seen such a scene felt confused and even frightened when they saw the "metal monsters" coming and going.

As early as after Takoda disappeared, a large number of bloody hunters and mercenary armed teams appeared near their tribe and launched hunting activities against them, but at that time, Akhtawa appeared and helped the tribal warriors to repel the enemy.

Before leaving, he also informed them that the Dashun delegation would soon arrive in the Federation, and their first stop would be in Serranocha Island, where they could seek help.

In fact, it was not just them. Akhtawa visited more than 20 tribes he could find and asked them to come here to meet the delegation. So as early as last month, most of these tribes sent warriors to come here.

Over the years, Dashun has always supported some larger tribes, especially the tribesmen gathered in the ancestral land of Kavatua, who have received assistance all year round, but some scattered tribes have been ignored. In fact, these tribes may die out tomorrow after receiving assistance today, so they will not spend any more effort.

But they knew that they couldn't fight the Federation with their own strength, and they might not be able to deal with any larger hunting group, so they needed to seize this opportunity.

Originally they were very cautious when sending out people, fortunately their pressure was slightly relieved during this period of time. It was said that many hunting groups had fled to the ancestral land, but even so, there were only a dozen people who arrived here.

They gathered together and put on some makeup to make themselves look a bit like the Dashun people.

In fact, they themselves didn't know that they were incompatible with the Dashun people around them. Their walking posture, vigilant eyes, and roughened skin did not look like those of the Dashun people at all. They thought they had concealed it well, but in fact they attracted other people's attention as soon as they walked on the street.

But fortunately, because the delegation was going to meet with an elder from Kawartua today, there were actually quite a few beginners here, so they were not too conspicuous.

After the group walked to the square outside the Dashun Foreign Affairs Embassy, ​​the security personnel conducted a field scan and found that they did not have any implants. They were just ordinary fighters and did not carry any guns, so they just glanced at them and passed them by.

This group of people originally thought that they would be able to meet high-ranking officials of Dashun as long as they arrived here, but after arriving at the scene, they found that the area around here was under strict protection, and they did not have official identities, so it was impossible for them to see anyone.

While they were hesitating and feeling awkward, they suddenly saw a horse team coming. It was a team wearing traditional costumes of the primitive people, all riding on brightly-colored horses. Each of them was tall, strong and sturdy, wearing a gorgeous gradient cloak, and wearing bone carvings and crystal accessories.

At the front was a fifty-year-old First People elder, wearing a First People feather ornament on his head, a deer antler crown, a traditional copper-studded tasseled robe, and a snakewood scepter in his hand.

The primitive people present rarely saw such traditional and gorgeous attire, and could not help but let out a low cry.

An elderly man with one eye looked ahead and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't that Elder Grey Falcon?"

He said excitedly: "When I was young, I met him at a meeting of all spirits in my ancestral land. I had a drink with him and said hello to him." As he spoke, he shouted to the elder of the first people in the crowd.

When Elder Grey Falcon heard the voice, he looked back at them, frowned, ignored them, and rode his horse straight past them.

Everyone looked at each other, and someone asked hesitantly, "Didn't he hear it?"

The older man forced a smile and said with an unnatural expression: "Maybe it's not convenient for you to talk to us now."

When Elder Grey Falcon arrived in front of the Foreign Affairs Embassy, ​​a senior official came out to greet him, and then he was invited in under the gaze of everyone behind him.

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(End of this chapter)