The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

62: Chapter 62 A Piece of Land Is Worth More Than a Thousand Pieces of Gold!Beijing.

It was nearly dusk, but because of the long golden bridge spanning across the city’s sky, the falling light had a touch of softness and sanctity.

People’s Square was heavily guarded.

The garrison troops, fully armed with live ammunition, had set up three full layers of cordon lines.

If one looked closely, they would notice the veins bulging on the backs of the soldiers’ hands as they gripped their guns, but their muzzles were uniformly pointed at the ground—they were waiting, waiting for the triumphant heroic souls, waiting for the captured culprit.

They were waiting.

”Rumble—”

It wasn’t thunder, but it was better than thunder. A burst of neat and heavy footsteps broke through the Void Realm and tore through the long wind.

Three thousand golden-armored heroic spirits, draped in flowing light and stepping on auspicious clouds, surged into the sky above the square like a long golden river.

The killing Qi brought back from the ancient battlefield intertwined with the magnificent national fortune, making everyone present feel their scalps tingle and their blood boil.

Immediately after, a stream of light separated from the golden river, like a meteorite falling to the ground, slamming fiercely into the empty space specifically reserved in the center of the square with a whistling wind.

Dust rose, gravel splashed.

When the dust settled, everyone’s gaze instantly focused.

Zhao Tiezhu, clad in dark gold armor, hovered in mid-air, holding a limp old man as if he were a dead rat. He frowned with disgust, as if afraid of getting something dirty on himself, and suddenly threw him down.

”Thump.”

The figure landed heavily, rolled twice on the rough concrete ground, and finally lay there, emitting violent retching sounds.

”Report to the Chief, mission accomplished!”

Zhao Tiezhu floated in mid-air, clapped his hands, and his loud voice made the surrounding air buzz: ”However, this old geezer is too fragile. He was scared out of his wits over the Atlantic Ocean, and the smell of his urine stank for ten miles against the wind. Flying all the way here, I was almost knocked out by the stench.”

The originally solemn and murderous atmosphere was instantly broken by this blunt truth. Several Young Soldiers nearby pursed their lips tightly, their faces turning red, barely holding back their laughter.

Old Ross, lying on the ground, finally caught his breath.

He was worthy of being the mastermind who had controlled the Western world for half a century. Although he was soaked all over, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and his priceless custom-made suit had become a rag, the first thing he did after climbing up was to tremble his hands and straighten his crooked bow tie.

He gasped for air, his turbid eyes scanning the surroundings.

Pitch-black gun barrels, cold and indifferent soldiers, and a group of Dragon Summer high-level officials with solemn expressions in front.

Finally, his gaze fixed on the front.

There stood two people.

One was Dragon One, with a majestic gaze and a straight waist, and the other was a young man in casual clothes with his hands in his pockets.

It was rare for Su Yun to finally step out of the Kunlun Palace after a day.

Compared to his confusion a day ago, he now appeared at ease.

Not only because he had gained everyone’s support, but his strength had also greatly increased, and his self-preservation ability was maxed out.

No longer needing to worry about anyone being able to harm him secretly.

And the moment Old Ross saw Dragon One, he didn’t have the indescribable fear he felt when facing the heroic spirits.

To him, as long as it was a human, there were weaknesses, and if there were weaknesses, there could be a transaction.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the lingering fear of the ”high-altitude roller coaster” just now, and forced a so-called ”high-society” decent smile on his face, even though this smile looked worse than crying at this moment.

”Mr. Dragon, although the way we met is a bit rude, perhaps this is also a different kind of diplomatic etiquette.”

Old Ross brushed the water stains off his cuffs, trying to keep his tone as steady as possible: ”Since you brought me here instead of killing me directly at sea, it means I still have value. Since I have value, we can talk.”

He deliberately ignored the word ”public trial” mentioned by Zhao Tiezhu earlier; this was a nightmare he dared not touch.

Dragon One didn’t speak, just looked at him quietly, his eyes showing neither anger nor hatred, only an indifference like watching a clown’s clumsy performance on a stage.

This silence made Old Ross feel uneasy, but he had to gamble.

”I can give you what you want.”

Old Ross held up a finger, speaking very quickly: ”I know what you want. Gold? The Rothschild Family controls the three lowest vaults of the Swiss Bank. Plus the things looted from all over the world by the West over the past three hundred years—including those from your Old Summer Palace—totaling 10,000 tons of gold, as well as inestimable antiques.”

”Van Gogh’s paintings, the Pharaoh’s scepter from Egypt, the remaining animal heads of the zodiac, and three whole warehouses of Dunhuang manuscripts, Incomplete Manuals of the Yongle Canon...”

”As long as you give me a promise, I can hand over all the keys now.”

Silence all around.

10,000 tons of gold.

What concept is this? Gold in troubled times, jade in prosperous times, but in this doomsday environment, gold is still hard currency and the cornerstone of rebuilding civilization.

Seeing that Dragon One didn’t speak, Old Ross thought the other party was tempted and immediately increased the stakes.

”And technology!”

He took a step forward but was forced back by two bayonets. He didn’t care, his voice instead raised: ”The genetic modification technology of the Ark Alliance! That is technology fifty years ahead of you! Not only can it create super soldiers, but it can also extend human lifespan to two hundred years! There are also blueprints for psionic weapons, application data for controlled nuclear fusion...”

”Even, I can give you a list.”

Old Ross lowered his voice, his eyes becoming vicious and sinister: ”A list of ’Observers’ lurking around Dragon Summer who have not yet been cleaned up by you. Some of them are foreign dignitaries, some are consortium leaders, and some are even people bought off within your own ranks. With this list, you can completely pull out the nails in your eyes.”

Speaking of this, a confident smile appeared on Old Ross’s face.

He thought he had won.

No one can refuse such chips. Whether it’s gold, the technology for immortality, or the opportunity to eliminate dissidents, these are things that those in power dream of.

”My request is not high.”

Old Ross spread his hands, appearing very sincere: ”I just need to survive. I don’t need any power, just give me a manor in the mountains in the southwest, equipped with basic living materials and security. I will retire there and never interfere with anything. This deal, you are guaranteed to make a profit without losing.”

The wind blew through the square.

Su Yun suddenly laughed.

With this laugh, he made Old Ross feel a bit uneasy.

”What are you laughing at?” Old Ross frowned, ”Young man, this is not playing house, this is a game at the national level.”

He didn’t recognize Su Yun, so naturally, he wouldn’t think that Su Yun was the culprit who caused the West to keep hitting a wall and caused him to be captured.

”I’m laughing at your abacus being played so loudly that even the beads of the abacus in the underworld have been knocked off by you.” Su Yun shook his head, turned to look at Dragon One, ”Old Dragon, this old man said we are guaranteed to make a profit without losing, what do you think?”

Dragon One stood with his hands behind his back, the expression on his face never changing from beginning to end.

That expression was called ”contempt.”

”Ross, how old are you this year?” Dragon One suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

Old Ross was stunned for a moment: ”Seventy-eight, why?”

”Lived for seventy-eight years, read books into a dog’s belly, and lived like a beast.” Dragon One said lightly, ”What do you think this place is? This is Dragon Summer.”