Chapter 819: Chongming's road to return

Chapter 819: Chongming's Road to Return
Even in their own territory, Chongming can still complete the lore!
With such a small matter, Chongming has proved his sincerity and also proved his terrifying strength and influence.
The group didn't dare to neglect anymore, and immediately called to inform them.
Chongming stood there, waiting patiently.
Before long, a few cars rushed down from the mountain, and a group of people got out of the car and saluted Chongming neatly: "Hello Mr. Chongming! Mr. Chongming has been waiting! Our boss is waiting for you on it! Please!"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chongming's mouth, his eyes lifted, and he said, "Lead the way ahead."
After speaking, a car drove slowly behind Chongming. Someone opened the door for Chongming and Chongming got into the car.
Chongming would not ride in someone else's car.
He has been very careful.
The other party seemed to understand Chongming's caution, so he respectfully led the way.
Chongming sat in the car and looked out of the car all the time, his expression was calm, and there did not seem to be any mood swings.
Chongming knew, but now he doesn't know how many cameras were aimed at him.
As long as he makes a rash move, I am afraid that countless muzzles will fire at the car he is in at the same time.
Wherever Chongming's eyes turn, the lens will follow.
It can be seen how jealous the owner of this place is for Chongming.
It takes only ten minutes from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
However, this is Chongming's way back.
The moment he stood on the top of the mountain again, that was the moment when the Night King returned.
These ten minutes, for the people on the mountain, are suffering.
For Chongming, it can be considered a torment.
Everything he wanted to forget, the scenes, repeated in his mind again.
He didn't know whether he could go back this time.
Yes, no one in this world can keep him.
But the demons can.
Chongming was afraid that his own inner demon would swallow all his sanity, and he was afraid that such self would hurt Shen Lu.
A dark night king with feelings, is he still the demon he once was?
The convoy stopped slowly at the top of the mountain.
The eyes that had been hanging down suddenly lifted up.
At that moment, the light flashed, chilled, and murderous.
This is the real Chongming.
The door opened and Chongming slowly got out of the car.
At the moment when he stood up straight, everyone around him couldn't help being frightened.
The original Chongming has really returned.
Chongming strode in, and everyone around couldn't help taking a step back, standing on both sides with a half-bow, letting Chongming in.
Chongming did not squint and strode forward.
The scarlet handmade carpet under the feet seems to be soaked in the blood of countless people, and it is cold.
At the foot of Chongming, straight to the throne.
From a long distance, there was a middle-aged man with a refined figure and a fierce facial features. He strode over and said hello to Chongming: "Mr. Chongming, long time no see."
Chongming looked around, but ignored him.
In the next second, a figure suddenly flashed out of the dark, and suddenly stopped in front of the middle-aged man.
The face of the middle-aged man changed suddenly.
He hadn't spoken yet, but a short fat man on the steps who was busy wiping the antiques spoke: "Osen, don't be rude. Mr. Chongming, it's not something you can climb."
The refined and fierce man immediately bowed back.
Chongming slowly walked up the steps, picked up the wiped antiques, and said casually, "It seems Uncle James, recently I have an extra hobby."
James immediately replied with a smile, "As he is old, he can only have this hobby. I don't know if Mr. Chongming is here this time, what is your order?"
Chongming smiled slightly, put down the antique in his hand, turned around and sat on the opposite side of James, completely not thinking of himself as an outsider.
James also put down the antique, lived with a cane, limped over, and sat aside.
Someone brought coffee and snacks. Chongming didn’t even look at it, and said straightforwardly:
Although Uncle James is half-retired, he is not old. There are still many treasures in his hands. I’m here this time. , I just want to ask Uncle James, are all the experimental materials and medicines that my father did in those days, are they still kept?"
The corner of James' eyes twitched violently: "Mr. Chongming is really joking. How could these things be in my hands?"
Chongming didn't seem to care. He lifted the coffee cup in his hand with his fingers, and moved his fingers around the edge of the coffee cup. Then he gently smelled the aroma of the coffee. He didn't drink it, so he held it in his hand. , Said softly, "Uncle James, are you worried that I will start here?"
James quickly diverted his eyes, and chuckled lightly: "Where and where."
"Uncle James has surrounded this mountain into an iron bucket. Isn't it afraid that I will carry it here?" Chongming didn't intend to give the opposite side at all, and went straight and said: "I came here this time, so I didn't hide my whereabouts. It was also a friendly signal from me to Uncle James. I just didn't expect that Uncle James didn't seem to be very relieved to me. Under this seat, there are about ten tons of explosives buried, right?"
James' face changed suddenly!
It's true that explosives are buried underneath this, but how did Chongming know?
The places Chongming glanced over were all places where explosives were buried.
No one is wrong!
A layer of cold sweat broke out on James' back.
This Chongming seems to be more terrifying than it was a few years ago!
No wonder no one in this world can catch him yet.
How many eyes does he have and how many intelligence agencies serve him?
"I'm here this time, I really want to have a good talk with Uncle James." Chongming leaned back in the chair, smiled evilly, raised his hand with a strand of red short hair, and his eyes flickered: "Of course, if Can’t talk about it, then—"
Although Chongming didn't say what he said below, the meaning is already obvious.
If he can't get what he wants, then he will ruin everything here.
He has always done this.
Sure enough, the flesh on James's face trembled, and he immediately said, "Where is it, I used to serve your father only. Now, your son inherits his father's inheritance, and all this is naturally to you. But, for so many years No one has touched these things for a long time. I'm not sure whether they are still there, or whether the effects of the medicine are still there."
"You just need to tell me where it is, that's enough." Chongming's evil eyes swept across James without a trace of anger.
"That's natural." James immediately smiled: "This originally belonged to Mr. Chongming. I just kept it for him."