When a few people arrived, there were already many people eating in the canteen. It was noisy. Chu Xiang glanced at it and saw that they were all vicious people who spoke unscrupulously. If they hadn't been in the military camp, they would have gotten into a fight. The young soldier led the group.

A few people sat down at a table and left, and then the staff from the canteen brought the food. The food was quite sumptuous, with big fish, meat, vegetables, fruits and snacks, everything was complete.

The monk didn't care about the meat and fish, so he directly reached out to take the meat in the basin. The others looked at the fat white hand reaching into the plate, and they all looked at it angrily. The monk ignored it and ate happily.

The muscular man and the young man who was humming a tune suddenly felt cold in their bodies. Seeing the conflict about to start, the monk still turned a blind eye, feeling confident and not afraid at all.

Chu Xiang remained calm and watched the development of the matter. At this time, the white-faced young man tried to smooth things over: "Guys, we all come from the same place. Don't let others laugh at you."

The monk was unpredictable, and he was in the military camp again. Taking action rashly would not be good for anyone. Now someone was trying to smooth things over. At the foot of the stairs, he snorted coldly. The young man who sang a little tune dissipated the coldness from his body and took a plate of meat that the monk had not touched.

He ate by himself, but the muscular man did not give up. He became so angry that he slapped the table and all the plates on the table jumped up.

Unexpectedly, things would develop like this. Seeing that no one had anything to eat, everyone hurriedly showed off their skills. Seven people and fourteen hands came out at the same time. The plates were less than two feet away from the table, and they all returned to the table. There was no trace of the food on the plate.

Didn't fall out.

"Don't waste the delicious food, please eat quickly." The white-faced young man continued to smooth things over.

The commotion was over, and he was a little discouraged. The muscular man did not say anything, but moved his chopsticks. From beginning to end, the monk looked calm, ignored a few people, and continued to eat and drink by himself. Fortunately, there was a white-faced young man who smoothed things over, otherwise it would have been a lot of trouble.

People's habits will most likely lead to fights. Nowadays, everything you do depends on your strength. No one cares about your identity until you see the real deal. You can't bluff people based on your outfit.

After a while, Chu Xiang was finally able to have a good meal. Chu Xiang was not interested in meat. Most of his chopsticks fell on vegetables and snacks, and the meat was eaten up by the monk and the muscular man. After a few people ate,

People came in one after another, and there were more and more people in the restaurant. It was estimated that there were 156 people. The people at other tables were not as tense as here. Most of the noisy ones were shouting about things related to Japan.

Someone was shouting excitedly: "Damn it, I finally have a chance to go to Japan with a Japanese woman. Just thinking about it makes my cock hard."

"I heard that women in Japan have a good life, so they need to find a sorceress to have a good time."

"Rape first and then kill. Killing and then raping will be the best."

"Kill all the Japanese men and keep the women for sex."

"Fuck it, I've wanted to blow up the Yasukuni Shrine for a long time, and now I finally have the chance."

The entire restaurant was full of demons and all kinds of people, shouting and shouting, but no one paid attention, and the restaurant almost collapsed.

The food in the canteen was well cooked, and the eight people swept the plates clean, without wasting anything. After the eight people had eaten, it was time for tea, and people at other tables also finished their meals one after another, and someone from the military finally showed up.

A young soldier wearing glasses came into the restaurant. Regardless of whether everyone in the noisy restaurant could hear him or not, he said directly: "The destination of this operation is Japan. The goal is to get back the national treasures snatched by Japan and destroy the Yasukuni Shrine.

, seize the Tian Cong Yun Sword, the Eight-foot Mirror, the Eight-foot Qiong Quyu. The ship will send you to the place closest to Japan on the national border, where it will wait to pick you up after a month. The mission reward is measured by the completion of the overall action. Three treasures and

The Yasukuni Shrine each accounts for 20% of the completion, and the detailed information will be sent to you after we get on board."

The young soldier wearing glasses left after saying this. Then a soldier came in. One soldier took five people at tables into a car. Six cars left the military camp. After a while, they came to a temporary dock and everyone got off the car.

Boarded a Jianghu-class frigate.

After getting on the ship, the frigate immediately set sail and headed towards the East China Sea. The personnel on the ship distributed to everyone the printed mission details, maps with Chinese markings of each target point, and photos of various target items. At the same time, Chu Xiang's

The electronic version of the details was also sent to my mobile phone.

Many people don't even read the information and just throw it away. Obviously, for them, completing the task is not the main content, but taking the opportunity to achieve their own goals is the most important.

Chu Xiang read the information carefully, found the person responsible for the response, and asked, "Is all this information accurate?"

The person in charge of the response was a sturdy colonel officer, who said to Chu Xiang: "It's not certain. Most of Japan has been submerged by sea water. This information is based on Japan's altitude. After conducting deductions, the target object may be there."

Regarding the location, the only thing that can be determined is that the Yasukuni Shrine is still in its original location and has not been submerged by the sea."

"The Yasukuni Shrine is so big that it is difficult to destroy it with manpower. Didn't you provide bombs or something like that?" Chu Xiang continued to ask.

"Yes, we have compressed high explosives. To prevent problems on the road, we will give them to you when we get there," the colonel said.

Chu Xiang nodded, did not ask any other questions, and went to rest. The waves were undulating, and the battleship was swaying. Sitting by the guardrail, Chu Xiang carefully observed the crowd, but unfortunately he did not find anyone who could speak Japanese. He was not familiar with the place, and he did not understand the language.

, with more than a hundred people, Chu Xiang felt that it was not unusually difficult to complete the mission goal. Although Chu Xiang had never been to Japan, he still understood the situation in Japan. As far as the art of swordsmanship was concerned,

Japan is not inferior to the country at all. There are many masters in the country, and there must be many masters in Japan. They are a bunch of rabble, each with their own plans, and their strength is uneven. You can imagine how much they can accomplish.

Everyone on the ship was shouting and gearing up, preparing to go to Japan for a big fight. Suddenly, a black mass of birds gathered overhead. Confirming the threat, the gunfire sounded, and the ship's Phalanx close-in defense gun opened fire. The deafening sound of the gunfire continued.

Within a few seconds, the birds in the air were scattered, most of them were blown into pieces, and only a few scattered and escaped.

The fallen bird carcasses caused a large group of fish to gather. Fortunately, the carcasses fell behind the boat, otherwise there would have been big trouble.

The frigate rode the wind and waves, and not long after, it had entered the sea area before the great change. The endless sea was undulating with waves, and there were three-foot waves even if there was no wind. The frigate, with a displacement of less than 2,000 tons, was swaying back and forth, as if it was about to be swept into the sea at any time.

When Chu Xiangzheng was worried about whether a big fish would overturn the frigate, he received another message on his mobile phone. After reading it, he found that it was a message from the military's operation headquarters. The message directly stated that the real purpose of this operation was

The purpose is to eliminate the masters of the island country and collect information about the masters of Japan. The treasure hunt is just for fun. Let him find a way to use the power of everyone to remove obstacles and reduce the effective strength of the island country.

So that's the case, no wonder they sent so many people there to seize the treasure, and the Japanese strongholds were just trying to hit the stone with an egg. Knowing the true purpose of the military, Chu Xiang made some calculations, and he had a plan in mind, and went straight to his colleagues.

That great monk came.

"Amitabha!" Chu Xiang walked up to the great monk and clasped his hands together.

Along the way, the monks never recited a single word of Amitabha. The monks did not recite Amitabha. Those who were not monks recited Amitabha instead. It was extremely strange.

The great monk looked at Chu Xiang and suddenly laughed. He took a deep breath and finished most of the cigarette in his hand. He opened his mouth and spit out, and dozens of thin smoke shot towards Chu Xiang's face like a gun. Chu Xiang

Without moving, he blew slightly, and twelve of the smokes were blown back, while the other thirteen that hit the front door turned upwards and drifted away.

Twelve streaks of smoke shot back, and the great monk blew another breath. The smoke turned into a hazy smoke net and covered Chu Xiang. Chu Xiang blew again, and the smoke net stopped between the two people intact. After a moment,

dissipated in the air.

"Very good." The great monk said, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.

"I need your help with something," Chu Xiang said.

"You should be the one who saves the suffering Buddha." The monk said with a smile, and started to spit clouds and mist again.

"Does the monk kill people?" Chu Xiang said.

"Buddha breaks off sins and protects lives and rescues people in distress." The monk said with a smile, smoke rising from his mouth, like a compassionate Buddha in the incense.

Chu Xiang laughed and said, "Chu Xiang, nice to meet you." The word "Chu Xiang" was inaudible, and only the monk could hear it.

The monk also laughed, clasped his hands and said, "Wu Monk, I have long admired you."

It turns out that this person is a monk, no wonder he is so enigmatic.

The Smiling Buddha has no monks, with a pair of iron palms spanning the three eastern provinces. He was originally a protector monk of Shaolin Temple. Later, he left the Shaolin Temple for unknown reasons and transferred to Dabei Temple to practice. After the great changes, he did not know why he became what he is now. He changed his name to Wuseng.

, cruel and moody.

After looking at the crowd, Chu Xiang walked towards a burly man standing on the side of the ship. The burly man had a tall frame and looked very imposing. His hands were rough and he was wearing a pair of Jiefang shoes that were covered in mud. His clothes had not been washed for an unknown amount of time.

An unbladed, unsheathed steel sword hangs from his waist.

Chu Xiang was thinking about how to persuade the big man Luo Tuo, but the big man Luo Tuo spoke first: "Don't bother trying, I won't cooperate with that person."

His back was always turned to the two of them, but he knew what they were talking about in the noisy crowd. This laid-back man was certainly no mediocre person.

After smiling, he understood that this big man was probably a straightforward person. Chu Xiang said, "I didn't say we must cooperate, I just want you to do a favor."

"Do you usually ask for help like this?" said the stubborn man.

Chu Xiang smiled and said, "No, generally I rarely ask for help."

"I rarely help others." The big man said.

"That's just right." Chu Xiang laughed.

"That's not good." The big man said.

"Then what should we do?" Chu Xiang couldn't stop laughing and asked.

The arrogant man said nothing.

After a while, Chu Xiang asked: "Do you need any help?"

"No." The big man said.

"This is difficult to handle." Chu Xiang said with a bitter smile.

After a while, when Chu Xiang was about to give up, the big man said, "Why did he agree to help you?"

"Maybe it's because my smoking skills are better." Chu Xiang said with a smile.

"My smoking skills are also pretty good," said the big man Luo Tuo.

"The situation is complicated. One more person means more security." Chu Xiang said.

"He is not a person who needs safety." Luotuo Han said.

"Do we have to know?" Chu Xiang asked helplessly.

"must."

"Okay, I'll ask him." Chu Xiang said with a bitter smile.

Before Chu Xiang could ask, Wuseng's voice came over: "Because I know he will definitely look for you."

The burly man turned around, his resolute face was full of traces of vicissitudes of life, he had black stubble, his eyes were half-squinted, the cigarette in his hand had been burned out, and the long ash was in his hand, and the boat was rocking back and forth.

It didn't even fall.

"I also want to see what the Smiling Buddha is capable of." The tall man opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed like lightning.
To be continued...