bdsm-fiction Chapter 38 The Meeting of Solomon's Temple
Chapter 38 The Meeting of Solomon's Temple
"That's normal, that's just how Nuwa is."
Zhou Minhao naturally knew what kind of person her boss was—aside from her body and appearance, she was a complete homebody from the inside out.
She's not enthusiastic about anything, but if you mention playing video games, she'll suddenly get all excited.
Lu Mingfei's experience was only temporary, but for him, it was the norm.
"The Solomon Temple," Zhou Minhao uttered the name. "That's our target. We need to investigate them and, if necessary, eliminate them."
"So that's murder?" Lu Mingfei stared at him. "Are they all mixed-race?"
"That's natural." Zhou Minhao nodded. "Their roots lie with the Knights Templar."
"Which Templar Order? The one that outwitted and outmaneuvered the Assassin Brotherhood?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"That's just a game, but its prototype is indeed the Knights Templar, the Knights Templar on the European continent. It is said that they were founded by nine knights who were very poor when they were founded and did not even have a base. At the behest of the King of Jerusalem, they set up their camp on the ruins of the legendary Temple of Solomon."
It's unclear what they found in the ruins, but they grew in strength, which, in turn, attracted attention.
"Got it, being too rich gets you lured into a trap, right?"
"That's not what the Feast at Hongmen meant..." Zhou Minhao was a little speechless, "but the reality is pretty much what you think."
Subsequently, the King of France set his sights on them. In order to confiscate their property, he forced the Pope to deny their legitimacy and arrested all members of the Order, subjecting them to severe torture.
For some reason, the Scottish king at the time spared the remnants of the order, and legend has it that they gave him the hidden wealth of the knights, including the secret found at the ruins of Solomon's Temple.
"That's pretty much the same thing, it's all just a change in name only," Lu Mingfei muttered.
After the other party finished speaking, he understood more or less: the Knights Templar died, and then a new organization was established from the ruins of the Knights Templar.
The predecessor consumed Solomon's legacy, and the latter consumed the former's legacy in turn.
Isn't this just a cycle?
"Then why did they come all the way to China?" Lu Mingfei pressed, then added, "Didn't everyone say that the mixed-race Chinese people you represent are all just lying around and not really involved? Also, why are you the only one here? Where are the others?"
He had heard about it from the potato chip girl.
According to intelligence reports, the mixed-race population in the country is as quiet as a stagnant pool compared to the rest of the world, with a few ancient and powerful families steadily suppressing all movement.
They even shun ordinary human wars, not even lifting their eyelids.
Normally, such a mission would involve a large number of heavily armed mixed-race individuals. After all, the other side is a foreign mixed-race group, and who knows what kind of evil things they might be hiding.
"Because they violated the rules we set." Zhou Minhao's expression turned serious, as if the rules were something extremely important, and then he continued.
"Mixed-race people within the country are almost all under the control of a few families, and these families are quietly continuing their lineage."
Our Zhou family's rules are even stricter. According to the regulations, we will only step forward to act as the decision-maker if a powerful and malicious true dragon or hybrid appears in the East and attempts to infiltrate this region.
"As for why it's just us..." Zhou Minhao pointed to the window of the coffee shop, and Lu Mingfei turned to look.
Outside the window, Cheng Shuangfan sat in the van, leaning against the driver's side window, smoking and occasionally glancing at the legs of the girls on the street.
As soon as Lu Mingfei looked over, he turned his head back and nodded at Lu Mingfei.
Then I continued looking at the calves of the girls on the street.
Lu Mingfei blinked repeatedly, speechless. "Has he always been like this?"
"This is normal." Zhou Minhao was already used to it; after all, mixed-race people who are extraordinary are bound to have some hobbies.
"This operation is being handled by our Zhou family. Cheng Shuangfan's team is also in that van; they will be responsible for providing backup and support."
"Backup? Support? Aren't we just going to go straight in and start fighting?" Lu Mingfei felt a question mark popping up in his head. "Didn't you say we were going to take care of those Solomon Templar Knights?"
As he spoke, Lu Mingfei gestured as if he were holding a knife to his neck.
"Why not just kill them outright?"
"We need to get rid of them, but we can't do it in a big way." Zhou Minhao said helplessly. "You know how Chinese people treat foreigners. In our eyes, dignity is the most important thing, especially since they entered the country legally."
"So we've become assassins."
Lu Mingfei suddenly understood.
No wonder this task was directly assigned to him; Nuwa's concern was completely unnecessary.
He was nothing more than a black glove, cleanly and efficiently resolving the so-called Solomon Temple Council for them.
They don't need to spend a lot of money and make things ugly for both sides.
"Didn't you say they broke your rules?" Lu Mingfei still had one question. "What exactly did they break? Were they trying to steal information?"
"It's more serious than intelligence reports."
Zhou Minhao shook his head. "That's why we need to prepare for battle. How did your previous bounty mission go?"
"It's pretty simple," Lu Mingfei said after thinking about the monkey, then suddenly realized something was wrong. "Wait... could it be what I'm thinking?"
"It's a pity."
Zhou Minhao took out a table and placed it in front of Lu Mingfei. "Your concerns are not unfounded. This is their schedule."
Lu Mingfei looked at it and realized that just a week ago, the other party had passed by the neighboring area of his hometown.
"On their way there, a monkey with exceptional intelligence went missing at the local zoo, as it was the star of the place."
Zhou Minhao then handed over another photo, a picture of a golden-haired, blue-faced monkey washing fruit.
"A Sichuan golden snub-nosed monkey. It was very intelligent, and some locals liked to watch it. That's why we discovered its disappearance."
The other party wasn't short of money, so they bribed the zoo to sell him.
"They're using the zoo's monkeys as test subjects?" Lu Mingfei thought for a moment. "But why did it escape? Shouldn't test subjects be kept under strict surveillance?"
"We don't know for sure. Maybe it's a bit clever, or maybe the other party wasn't wary of the monkey's intelligence. In any case, it escaped."
Zhou Minhao then pulled out various photos from his person, each one showing a different kind of animal: white-lipped deer, pangolin, Tibetan antelope... a whole bunch of protected animals.
"Are these all their targets?" Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded. Aren't these all protected animals?
So you specifically target protected animals for profit, huh?
Zhou Minhao shook his head and closed the photo. "This is only a part, and to be precise, this is what they used to target. We combined their previous tracks and found that individuals have disappeared in various protected areas."
"They're conducting experiments, using various organisms to test a certain drug." His eyes were sharp as he pulled out a series of pictures of rotting corpses.
"A special dragon's blood potion."