Although the content is only a dozen short sentences, the amount of information contained in each sentence is explosive... After listening to it, the Ghost Owl kept its mouth slightly open and the expression on its face was frozen.

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"In other words... the undead crew wanted to seize Agunaktor, so they sent the black fleet to attack us?" Ghost Owl asked.

"Probably...after all, the threat of this thing is too big. After discovering that Ke Lan is not the same as them, they will naturally not trust such an important thing to others." Hound continued, "So

Do you understand now why we are considered 'betrayers'?"

"But... I still don't understand that the undead crew would do all this. What is their purpose?" Ghost Owl asked puzzledly, "In essence, what they do is no different from a heretical sect...

…If this continues, the Ark and mankind will be destroyed sooner or later in their hands.”

Not only the meeting with the undead crew, but also the secret hunting dog of the β-type clones was told to Ghost Owl. The only thing that is still hidden from him is probably Ke Lan's true identity.

"Who knows, I've probably lived too long and my brain is abnormal." Hound shrugged, "Anyway, in my opinion, every single one of the guys in this undead crew guild is a bunch of lunatics.

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"Hurry up and get down to business," Chi Hanfeng patted the table, "Go forward or retreat, old dog, you decide."

"... Ke Lan said that he was targeted by the fusion after entering the abyss hatchery. As long as we don't get close to that place, we should be fine." The hound kept smacking his lips, "But then

None of us know the monster's sentience.

, maybe Ke Lan has been discovered by the monster when he was approaching the underwater city. The monster has not moved because it is waiting... After all, Ke Lan also mentioned that that thing not only has a high IQ, but also has a high IQ.

He has a bad taste in playing with his prey."

"According to what you say, maybe that guy is looking at us now." Chi Hanfeng said, the pencil in his hand did not stop, the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a constant rustling sound.

"I choose to go in." Ghost Owl's tone contained a subtle tremor, "There is no place to retreat, and if we have been noticed, the thing will not let us leave, right? It's better to give it a try.

Bundle……"

"It's really rare for the ghost owl, which is known for its stability in the hunting circle, to say something like this." The hound said and let out a wry smile.

"Don't mention it...hiss..." Ghost Owl waved his hand, but took a breath because he accidentally touched the wound, "It's all a name imposed by others. I know very well how much I weigh.

ability……"

"Then go forward. There will be a road before the car reaches the mountain... Anyway, we are all people who have died several times. It is not our style to be timid." The hound seemed to have changed into a different person, with an impassioned face.

If Ke Lan were here, he would definitely complain about how the old dog was usually so afraid of death. He didn't look like he could say such a thing at all. But only Chi Hanfeng knew that the former Nick was actually a very fierce and fierce person.

A soldier with integrity.

Nick, also known as the Hound, was recruited into the army when he was sixteen and graduated from the boot camp in just three months - his marks in shooting, fighting and physical fitness were only passing, but in the assessment of tactics and command

But all of them got high marks... Talents like this who appear to be commanding at first sight, even if they do not graduate from a military academy, will be assigned positions such as adjutant or staff officer after joining the regular army.

But Hound refused to stay in the garrison as a civilian non-commissioned officer, and boarded a troop transport heading for the wilderness while carrying a backpack that was taller than others.

He was not forced to be assigned to the field corps, but asked to go there on his own initiative. As a recruit with no background, Hound rose to the rank of major in just four years and became a battalion commander of an elite reconnaissance battalion.

Commander, at that time, his command style had always been famous for his boldness and surprise, and he had repeatedly performed extraordinary feats - if it were not for the speed limit on promotion of military ranks, I am afraid that he would have put on the uniform of a general before Maginot.

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It's a pity that a series of things that happened later gradually smoothed the edge of this soldier, and basin after basin of cold water doused his passionate blood little by little...

Until the straw that broke the camel's back fell, Hound was ordered to retire by the military after making a big fuss, and spent three years in a muddle-headed tavern on the black market. During this period, he often got drunk or defaulted on his drink money.

I fought with people, and once I accidentally provoked a gang member. I was surrounded by more than a dozen people and gave them a good beating. Then they were thrown into the trash can on the back street of the pub like a dead dog. Thanks to a former

An old subordinate found him passing by and rescued him.

After that, he abandoned the name Nick and gave himself the nickname "Hound" as if he was mocking himself. He didn't care at all when acquaintances called him "Old Dog"... even though he wouldn't mention it to others on weekdays.

This experience, but in the memory of the old dog, he could never forget that day. His bruised body was dragged on the ground, his cheek rubbed against the dirty and rough ground, and he was dragged from the back door of the tavern to the smelly place.

The smelly garbage dump...

The rancid swill in the trash can flowed down his neck and into his clothes. Unknown little bugs were scurrying around in his messy hair. The disgusting stench made him with a keen sense of smell keep vomiting, but the vomit poured back into him.

Into his throat and nasal cavity - those guys "inserted" the old dog into the trash can in an upside-down position. With his hands and feet broken, there was no way for him to crawl out on his own.

"Eh... strange, why do I think of what happened back then?" The hound was slightly startled. He felt like he had been distracted just now, but now that he came back to his senses, he found that both Ghost Owl and Zhuo Ligetu were staring at Chi Han.

Feng looked at it, while Chi Hanfeng himself had a look of astonishment on his face, looking at the paper in his hand in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" The hound smelled something amiss and asked in a low voice.

Chi Hanfeng did not speak, but turned over the paper in his hand.

On the paper is a bunch of scribbles with messy lines and no practical meaning, but in the middle of the bunch of scribbles, there is something drawn.

It was a stone pillar with a huge eye carved on the top.

The reason why the hound knew it was a stone pillar and not something else was because Ke Lan once told him that on an unnamed desert island, the exact same graffiti appeared on the mission log of the soldiers of the 776 Special Forces Team.

"Is this painted by you?!" the hound's eyes twitched twice as he asked.

Chi Hanfeng nodded: "I was just scribbling with a pen, but when I looked down at the paper, I realized that I didn't know when I drew such a thing... If I remember correctly,

Didn't this thing also appear in the mission log that Ke Lan mentioned?"

"The stone pillar with the eye relief on the top...that's right." The hound took a deep breath and turned to look outside the porthole.

The interior of the undersea city shrouded in shadow is flashing with tiny green fluorescent stars. Every bit of fluorescent light is like this stone pillar.

[P.S. Thanks to Soap You for the 1,500 starting coins.]
Chapter completed!