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to make this kind of "iron man"

Qi Jin had thought that it was a type of scientific experiment. After all, doing scientific work required a gradual process, and there were no shortcuts that could be taken in one go. As long as he studied a result, it would be built on countless failures.

He had always believed that seeing an iron man was the result of a failure, but he had never expected that his discovery would be so unexpected.

The road in front of him was blocked by a mountain. Qi Jin circled around the mountain and realised that it was the main entrance of the underground building, there were more heavy weapons and guards, and every person that entered had to go through at least three strict checks. One was an identification, one was a fingerprint recognition, and the other was pupil recognition.

"Hua la!"

A sound rang out, and a pitch-black figure poked its head out from a nearby bush.

With a flash of white light, he jumped onto Qi Jin's shoulder and said in a private message: "I can't enter that place, I can't even fly to a fly. Let's go, we're so tired."

"Don't worry about it. Tell me what you saw."

Qi Jin was not willing to leave empty-handed.

"It's nothing, there's just an airport. There are a few planes parked in the cave nearby, and I don't know how to fly them. Also, there are a lot of hidden cameras here, so you have to be careful."

Hei Tuo complained endlessly.

Qi Jin suddenly thought of something, "So the reason we built this place was because we relied on airplanes to fly here. Could it be that our border guards are just decorations? to be able to fly in and out of the outside world. "

He was now certain that everything here had something to do with Mugestan.

What he did not know was that there were very few aircraft in China that could fly on the highlands. Not only were there countless peaks of over six thousand metres in altitude in reservoir area, there were also abominable environments, one moment was in summer, the next moment, it was winter with snow falling all over the sky. The temperature difference was great, and the level of the wind was higher than the wind in the mainland.

As a result, the air force was extremely weak in the reservoir area, and the border guards could only hear the sound of the plane flying. After all, the plane was still high up in the sky, and no one knew where it was heading, so they were helpless.

The name of this mountain was mountain leopard.

Legend has it that after the death of the leopard that the ancient god sat down on, his body turned into a huge mountain range.

Due to the complicated terrain, fierce beasts ran rampant. Many places were inaccessible to humans, forming an area with no people within a thousand li.

With the development of human technology, with the help of the plane, he would be able to leap over the natural moat in the air and open up a new world in the depths of mountain leopard.

On the other hand, Qi Jin knew how to fly a plane, but he didn't have any plans to steal the plane.

He quietly left with his black hook.

After sleeping for a short while, the sky lit up.

Mu Cuojia slept soundly. He went to the nearby lake to take a bath as usual, and the two returned to the place where they parked their cars.

After that, Qi Jin lied that he had already played very shamelessly in the reservoir area and wanted to return back to the mainland.

Mu Cuojia's personality was more straightforward, after getting drunk again, he bid farewell to Qi Jin with tears in his eyes.

Qi Jin drove the car to the location where there was a signal, and reported everything that he had seen to Zhang Jiyue on the phone. Regarding the part underground that he could not see, he only said that someone had given him the information, and after this person returned to the laboratory, there was no more news.

He only wanted to provide a dead intelligence report, but the information he provided was true.

Zhang Jiyue, who was on the other side of the phone, was extremely shocked. He said to Qi Jin: "Do not expose yourself, find a safe place to rest first, and keep the phone connected for 24 hours. We will do some research on the information and then move on to the next step."

"I understand."

also thought the same. There were actions, and it was a very concrete and intense operation, and with just the power of the police, it was impossible to complete the operation. He might seek the assistance of the military, involving a lot of personnel and departments.

According to the orders from his superior, Qi Jin did not return to his home in Jinchuan.

He was prepared to find a place here to wait for orders from his superiors.

Zhang Jiyue would contact him when the time comes.

There were a lot of towels, flashlight, soap, shampoo and other daily necessities.

He had accumulated some experience in reservoir area and knew that the citizens here lacked daily necessities. It was not that they didn't sell, but rather that this place was relatively backward compared to the mainland, and lacked daily necessities. It was very popular among the local residents.

Sending these things to the local people quickly gained the trust of the locals. It was as simple as that, to say that he bought people's hearts, to say that he spent money to pave the way, and to say that in this way, it was simple and effective, that he found a foothold in Gondor.

When he arrived in front of a house with green bricks and tiles, Qi Jin went forward and knocked on the door.

After a long while, a gloomy-looking middle-aged man finally came out.

He opened the door and saw Qi Jin, his right hand placed on the scimitar by his waist (reservoir area men usually hung a scimitar on their waist).

Qi Jin was more obedient, seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately smiled and said: "Uncle, can I stay in your village for a few days?"

"No."

The middle-aged man said stiffly.

His fingers that were gripping the scimitar turned white. Clearly, he had started to exert a lot of strength.

"What a strange man."

Qi Jin secretly cursed in his heart.

The middle aged man pondered for a long time, but in the end, he did not pull out his curved blade. Qi Jin reached out and stopped him from moving, although he did not know how long he had been living in Gunlan, he was not used to living in a run-down house.

In these two years, he had no fixed abode at all, but he had never suffered bitterly. Be it in the Zhenjiang or Pa Gan, he had always been treated with extreme courtesy.

Gonlan was a small village, and most of the houses were thatched huts made of mud.

The light inside was dim, Qi Jin was not used to living in that kind of house.

Qi Jin said sincerely: "Uncle, I can give you money."

"No."

The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open. There was no room for discussion.

"Then, you make a condition."

Qi Jin was helpless, even if he was asked to bring out the car, he could still agree to it.

Qi Jin had traveled far and wide for a few years, but he had never seen anyone who didn't like money.

"Unless you can save my Golden Bead."

As the middle-aged man spoke, his eyes began to turn red.

"Golden beads?"

Qi Jin was immediately stunned, he did not know which Golden Bead it was.

"My daughter."

The middle-aged man's eyes began to turn red as he shouted out with sorrow in his eyes.

Qi Jin could not help but take a step back and laughed bitterly. The person in front of him was a madman.

After a few seconds of silence, he murmured, "I'm not a deity either, I don't have the ability to revive the dead."

"The Golden Bead didn't die."

The middle aged man pulled out his curved blade, the blade edge sharp, aimed at Qi Jin's neck.

Not dead?

A glint flashed past Qi Jin's eyes, and he said: "It's good that he didn't die."

"Are you happy?"

The middle aged man's blade moved forward, just half an inch away from Qi Jin's throat, with a light swing, it was able to stab Qi Jin's throat.

"I mean, as long as he isn't dead, he can be saved."

Qi Jin said in embarrassment. If not for the fact that the Gonlan Village had a cell phone signal, and if this place was not as close to the mountain leopard as he could get, he would have chosen to leave this place.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and asked, "You're a doctor?"

"Can a doctor save the Golden Bead?"

Qi Jin asked.

Shaking his head, the middle-aged man dodged and Qi Jin rushed into the courtyard.

Jin Zhu was the apple of Gongga's eye. He was eleven years old and his mother had died from illness. From then on, Jin Zhu had dropped out of school and never left home.

Gunga had married two girls, and Goldpearl had never called them her mother.

This year, the Golden Bead was already 18 years old. Unexpectedly, one day, when she woke up, she went from a real Golden Bead to an iron egg.

Originally a beautiful woman like a flower, because of the cold wind (the wind under the eaves, in the folk known as the cold wind), began to mouth crooked eyes, slurred speech.

Three days ago, Jin Zhu committed suicide in despair.

Now, he was on the verge of death.

Gongga was the leader of the tribe, and he had assets in his family. He had invited many doctors to treat Jin Zhu's illness, and each of them shook their heads and sighed, indicating that they had no way to turn the situation around.

After Qi Jin heard about this, he examined Jin Zhu's body, then said: "I don't think there's much of a problem, it's mainly when a person is sleeping, all the muscles and nerves in the body are relaxed, when a cold wind suddenly blows, the human skin would unconsciously contract, because the contracted skin and nerves are not under the control of the brain, thus the size of the strength is different, causing Jin Zhu's face to distort, as for the suicide wound, it's just a normal injury, a slightly experienced doctor can treat it."

"Since it's injured on the face, why is the Golden Bead like this?"

said Gunga angrily.

With a sigh, Qi Jin said: "This is what you call a heart disease, you still need to think medicine, Golden Bead is a natural beauty, right now her face is distorted, she thinks that it is very ugly, and cannot accept the sudden change, thus she committed suicide. If it doesn't cure her face, no matter how good of a doctor it is, he will be helpless to do anything about it."

Qi Jin was familiar with the theory of Chinese medicine, and that was based on the patient's illness. If he wanted to cure Jin Zhu's disease, the only way was to cure her withered nerves and muscles.

Correcting her distorted face would save her dying heart.

Being mixed into the society, was the reality that forced Qi Jin to deviate from his life path step by step.

In high school, Qi Jin didn't think that he would become a police officer, much less become a spy.

If there were no small piece of wood cheating, they might have died at the Red Skeleton Bar, and they might have been frozen to death while escaping from the training base.

Along the way, there were many people who treated him sincerely, but most of them saw the darkness of society with their own eyes.

Facing the sorrowful and sorrowful Gongga, Qi Jin did not have the slightest bit of pity.

Gongga was a good father, but not a good man. He begged Qi Jin to enter his house to save the Golden Bead.

It was not Gongga's fault, but that humanity had overturned justice.

Seeing a girl that was like a flower slowly withering, Qi Jin could not just sit there and watch. Even without Gongga's request, he would not hesitate to make his move.

Since they were not doctors or patients, or the relationship between guest and host, the treatment had become a kind of deal.

wanted to revive a dead horse so he could get a temporary survival card.

Goldpearl's face treatment was divided into four areas, which couldn't be corrected in an instant.

Even if Qi Jin had the ability, he would only need to stab four needles at the same time.

However, he did not intend to treat it in one go.

Because of Gongga's attitude, Qi Jin was very unhappy.

On the first day, Qi Jin treated the upper right quarter of the face of the Golden Pearl as normal after undergoing acupuncture and moxibustion.

This change both surprised and delighted Gongga. He bowed towards Qi Jin again and again, and said in an overjoyed tone, "Mr. Qi, you are the fated one that the Living Buddha has bestowed upon me."