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There was a slight pause on Bryce's end, and there was the sound of rapid typing on the keyboard.

"Laura, after 68 hours and 37 minutes, Nine Stars will finally connect!"

The other end of the phone was very worried, "This is not good, we don't know where the other half of the magic triangle is."

"No, we already know."

"Oh, really? Is the source reliable?"

"The source claims to be reliable." Laura laughed, "Come on, tell the source yourself."

Bryce was dumbfounded.

"Okay." Then came a familiar male voice.

"Hey, Bryce, this is Alex. Laura and I are going to Siberia. Now we need you to transfer the satellite map data of the Central Siberian Plateau and the military base of Cape Dezhnyov in Maoxiong Country to our device."

"Okay, no problem," Bryce replied, but soon realized something was wrong.

"Wait, do you want a map of the Dezhnyov Point military base?"

"That's right." Chen Feng smiled slightly.

"We're going to borrow a plane."

......

Venice, Italy.

In a well-decorated room.

A man with thick brown hair and eyes as sharp as a falcon stood by the window, watching the traffic on the street outside.

The emaciated assistant behind him put down a stack of documents on the desk, and stood there awkwardly, opening his mouth as if hesitant to speak.

"Master Powell, are we really going to stop sending people to catch Laura?"

"Don't worry." Powell smiled, "She will come to us herself."

"Because her desire to get the two halves of the magic triangle is no weaker than ours, and now, we are the only ones on this earth who know where the other half of the magic triangle is."

"Now, we just need to wait patiently, and she will deliver everything to the door by then." Powell looked badly and grinned.

The assistant Pims nodded and said with a smile:

"This woman is smart, thinking that she found a helper and successfully designed to get rid of the Alpha team we sent, so she can escape the palm of our Illuminati."

"How did he know that our wise executive officer, Mrs. Powell, had already put a tracker in her drink when she came with a photo of the key that day. No matter where she goes, she is under our control!"

"It's just...Master Powell, there is one thing I still don't quite understand." Pimus hesitated.

"what?"

"That's why you are so sure that the magic triangle she got from Cambodia won't be destroyed immediately?"

"It's not difficult to reason." Powell put one hand in his pocket, turned around slowly, squinted his eyes, "She, like us, can't wait for 5000 years, she wants to use the power of two magic triangles to synthesize the triangle of light to obtain What she wants."

"But...is there anything that a woman of her background wants but hasn't got yet?" Pims thought for a while, but was still puzzled, "She doesn't lack money, nor does she lack status, has her own fief and manor, and also holds an earl's salary that can provide her with food and drink for the rest of her life."

"There are quite a few men who pursue her. I heard from the media and newspapers that, apart from those powerful figures and noble children, even the Prince Charles of the English royal family fell for her! What else can she lack?"

Powell sat down in the office chair, took a sip of espresso coffee in a relaxed posture, the corners of his mouth turned up politely, and his face was full of confidence.

That's the look of a very conceited person.

"She lacks relatives and a complete childhood family." Powell laughed, "Simply put..."

"She wants to resurrect her father."

Hearing this, Pims shrank his pupils and showed a dazed expression.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the room.

"Come in," Powell said.

A man ran in in a panic, and approached Powell with an electronic device.

Powell took the equipment and squinted his eyes, and his face turned pale with shock.

"how is this possible?!"

He stood up with a bang, took the coat from the vertical hanger, and hurried to the door.

"Damn it! Let everyone get ready and set off for Siberia right away, otherwise we won't be able to catch up."

Walking out of the door, Powell turned around suddenly and pointed at his assistant viciously.

"Pims, you stay here and investigate carefully, there must be a ghost among us!"

......

The Siberian plains, above the sky.

"Hu-hu-"

A bitter cold wind was blowing.

So much so that a thin layer of ice crystals formed on the edge of the windshield of the Mi-28 gunship known as the "Mao version of Apache".

At this time, Chen Feng was wearing a fighter pilot's flight jacket and anti-G suit, wearing an oxygen supply flight mask, holding the joystick of the helicopter, and in front of him were various instrument panels that recorded helicopter data.

Looking out, there is a vast expanse of white ice and snow.

"Alex, you are crazier than the one I knew in the past!" Laura in the co-pilot was also fully armed and stared out the window.

"I can't believe it, you actually stole an armed helicopter from Mao Xiongjun."

"Steal?" Chen Feng retorted with a smile, "How can archaeologists be called stealing? That's borrowing!"

Laura laughed and said nothing.

[It is detected that the host is currently next to the check-in character "Laura Crawford", do you want to check in immediately? 】

"Sign in." Chen Feng secretly said.

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