The angle of the photo taken, as well as the lighting pixels, are all very professional.
It should have been taken by a professional candid photographer.
It is clearly visible in the photo that in a dense tropical rain forest, in an open space, there are dilapidated graves and various broken tombstones standing...
Groups of naked men and women with bald heads and tattoos all over their bodies were doing strange and weird movements in the cemetery.
The pixels of the photo are clear, and it can be clearly seen that these people have strange tattoos on their bodies and have many ferocious arms. They are the totems of the Salomon that Lu Fan is already familiar with: the eight-armed evil Buddha.
"I heard that this jungle was once a corpse pit where Japanese invaders invaded Southeast Asia and fought with local troops and civilians."
"Tens of thousands of people were buried."
"Perhaps, this is the best place for the disciples of the Saracens to practice. People with detection skills reported that they found no less than two hundred people here that day, not including those dilapidated huts in the center of the cemetery."
Zhong Boyong's words rang deeply in Lu Fan's ears: "Now it is basically certain that this is the training ground of the Salomon. As long as we take advantage of it tonight and break into it, Anhui Takelin will definitely be the first to do it after hearing the news.
Come back as soon as possible!"
"When the time comes, the Ma family will definitely use a private jet to arrange a route for her to go back."
"In this way, we have followed our plan to manipulate the private plane, so that she, the evil god who kills without blinking an eye, will be completely buried at an altitude of 10,000 meters!"
Zhong Boyong's tone was slightly excited.
After all, the punishment for the culprit who caused his daughter to lie in a hospital bed for several years and almost died several times is right around the corner.
How could any father not be excited and excited?
"You plan to send most people there?"
Lu Fan asked: "As the number one surrender sect in Southeast Asia, the number of ghost-king-level surrender masters of the Salomon Sect alone is probably not less than double digits. Any slight disturbance will have extremely serious and terrifying consequences."
"You have never seen the terrifying strength of a ghost king level, head-destroying master."
"So, if we attack, we must give them a fatal blow. Otherwise, we may not even have a chance to resist in the face of the crazy backlash from the Saracens."
Lu Fan had personally participated in a battle with a Ghost King-level surrender master.
It was not a fluke that he discovered the evil Buddha statue carved on the stone wall in advance. I am afraid that he and Liu Qingqing were left there that night, and nothing else happened later.
Therefore, when he faced Wuntaklin, the real evil god-level surrender master, he had to be cautious and careful, cautious and cautious, so he was always passive.
"A well-equipped legion!"
Zhong Boyong said harshly: "I have already transferred 500 million to the Southeast Asian general for him to purchase weapons and equipment."
"Currently, he has more than 500 people, three old tanks, and an armed helicopter."
"Bazookas, mortars, etc., there are countless of them!"
"Coupled with the money I gave him, it is enough for him to re-equip his troops!"
"Just the coverage of firepower can turn the Salomon Cemetery into a sea of fire. Even if we can't annihilate them all, it will definitely attract Anhui Taklin to leave Jinling and make preparations for us to do something on the plane!"
The biggest purpose of this raid on the ancestral tombs of the Salomen is to attract Wuntaklin away from Jinling. As long as this goal can be achieved, Lu Fan does not have high hopes for the complete annihilation of the ancestral tombs of the Salomen.
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"Now that you've all decided, let's go ahead and do it."
Lu Fan took a deep breath and said: "Whether it succeeds or not, it's best not to involve you. This is a piece of advice. I hope you can grasp the size."
"I see."
Zhong Boyong knew that Lu Fan was worried that if the plan failed, the Zhong family might not be able to deal with Wuntaklin's crazy revenge.
But since he dares to do this, he is already prepared to die. Even if he dies, he will choose to die standing. He will never become the slave of Wuntaklin!
That night, Zhong Boyong left the wetland garden and went to the meeting point to meet with the Southeast Asian gang to carry out the raid on the ancestral land of the Salomon.
Then, as night falls.
Refrigerated trucks loaded with cheap medicines and medical equipment drove into Jinling from other places and dispersed to various pharmacies and clinics.
Zhong Waner also disappeared into the wetland garden.
The whole of Jinling was completely quiet at night.
The full moon hanging in the night sky was shrouded by dark clouds at midnight.