"Dudu."

Su Bei looked at his phone in confusion. Did the promised 20,000 yuan still count?

…

Kyoto, Kyoto Bureau.

Miao Yifei stared at the one hundred and six electronic screens with all her concentration, her eyes reflecting the flow of information.

Behind her stood an old man in black Tang suit and a young man with fiery red hair.

They all looked at the display screen with solemn expressions.

There are real-time videos, exposure photos, and data curves on these screens... This is real-time national public opinion monitoring.

"Director Lan, won't this information cause panic if it is announced?"

The fiery red young man suddenly asked.

There are strange changes in the East China Sea, there are ferocious beasts in the sea, and it is as big as a city. These sound like fantasy.

Moreover, two cities were lost at once.

"Hey, it was our negligence this time."

The old man in black Tang suit sighed, "The situation in the East China Sea changed too fast. It was because we failed to react in time that Grandmaster Cha lost his life. I am a sinner through the ages."

It turns out that he is Lan Tingxu, the head of the third branch of the Huaguo Basic Military Affairs Bureau.

"Director Lan, the military is right."

Miao Yifei pursed her lips and said, "It's not your fault, this is a war."

The three bureaus of the Kiwu Bureau are in charge of internal affairs, and the second bureau is in charge of external affairs. The East China Sea incident occurred within China's territory, and it is indeed the responsibility of the third bureau to handle it improperly.

As a member of the Third Division, she felt a little uncomfortable, with heavy burdens and responsibilities on her shoulders.

"Yifei, you don't need to say more."

Lan Tingxu stretched out his hand to stop her words, "Lan has submitted his application to resign, and will go to the East China Sea frontline to fight to the death tomorrow."

The two people beside them froze and said quickly, "Director Lan!"

But the old man in Tang suit waved his hand and said with a smile, "Master Zha generously went to war for our country. Although I, Lan Tingxu, am old, I will not back down!"

There was a determination in his eyes that looked back upon death.

The two of them understood that further persuasion was of no use.

Tian Yifei choked up and asked, "Director Lan, Marquis Wu of Kyoto, will the 'Dragon King' take action?"

She raised her eyes and looked at the old man in Tang suit.

Nowadays, the situation in the East China Sea is critical, and Zha Yufeng's death has dealt a heavy blow to China.

If anyone is expected to turn the tide, it may be this mythical figure.

"I have no idea."

Lan Tingxu shook his head bitterly, "Marquis Wu of Kyoto has not taken action in ten years."

These ten years have been a decade of steady development for China.

One person sits in command and intimidates the world.

At the mention of Kyoto Wuhou, the young man with fiery red hair suddenly became excited.

"That's right! With the 'Dragon King' sitting in charge, foreign forces have been hunkering down for ten years, and Qiu never dared to invade!"

He showed admiration and said, "Many people even suspect that he has already broken through to A level!"

The whereabouts of such a mythical figure are secretive, and even they, who are also members of the Basic Military Bureau, have never seen him before.

"Breakthrough A-level? Is it possible that there is a mythical realm beyond the extreme of the human world?"

Miao Yifei's eyes lit up and she said happily, "Then if he takes action, the East China Sea will be as safe as Mount Tai!"

"These are just guesses."

Lan Tingxu shook his head, "It is true that the scientific research institute is developing a method to restrain the ferocious beast, which may play a decisive role."

Miao Yifei looked at the young man with fiery red hair and whispered, "I hope so."

…

This night, many people are destined to have no sleep.

The heartless Su Bei fell into a deep sleep. He kicked his feet and pushed aside the quilt, revealing the lonely "Diao Chan" pattern.

A dark shadow quietly sneaked into Splendid Home.

The man fumbled for a moment, climbed the stairs of the second building, and went straight to Room 301.

He listened at the door for a minute.

Immediately, he took out a piece of iron wire and fiddled with the door lock twice. With a "Gada" sound, the door opened directly.

He retracted the wire and raised a pistol.

The familiar movements make you look like a professional with special training.

"Hey, a high school student and a little girl actually want me, Mao Buer, to take action myself!"

He muttered in his heart and tiptoed towards the bedroom.

"Hey, what's the sound?"

As soon as he stopped, there was a "bang", "bang" sound from the kitchen on the left, like a heartbeat.

"Is there anyone?"

He pointed the pistol quickly at the kitchen and crept closer.

A double-door refrigerator stood quietly beside the kitchen, its door trembling slightly.

"Bang thong, bang thong."

There was a slow and rhythmic sound, as if someone was tapping the refrigerator with their knuckles.

“What did the family put in the refrigerator?”

Mao Fujian, a brave man who is an expert in art, stood in front of the refrigerator.

The surrounding darkness flowed like smoke, and the world was so silent that only the refrigerator in front of me seemed to be hammering in my heart.

He reached out to open the refrigerator.

However, a feeling of heart palpitations suddenly came.

He panicked and retracted his palm.

"Forget it, what does the refrigerator have to do with me!"

Mao Buer felt a little nervous, timid and cautious, and took two steps back.

"Go ahead and kill the target first."

He quickly turned his head away from the kitchen.

"squeak."

The bedroom door was gently pushed open.

When he looked inside, he saw blood all over the sheets, and a little girl with wide eyes lying on the bed.

Those eyes faced the door, staring at him.

"Who is one step ahead of me?"

Mao Buer felt a chill on his back and turned around suddenly.

Behind him was a quiet, dark living room with no strange people or objects.

He turned around and looked inside the house.

"Kick, kick."

Mao Buer was so frightened that he took two steps back.

I saw that the little girl in the bedroom had closed her eyes at some point.

However, the blood all over the bed slowly squirmed, like maggots wandering and writhing.

"Damn it, who did this?"

He didn't dare to stop, so he raised his gun, walked a few steps quickly, and looked into another bedroom.

This bedroom was actually empty.

wrong!

Mao Fuji suddenly looked towards the roof.

There was a figure hanging upside down, looking at him with pale eyes open, half-smiling.

"This, this...is Su Bei?"

His leg bones trembled. He looked carefully and found that the other party had been dead for a long time.

"Since you are all dead, there is no need for me to take action."

Mao Fujier turned around in a hurry and walked towards the door of 301.

"squeak--"

The ajar door suddenly moved and closed on its own.

A cool breeze blew in the living room.

"This place is too weird, we need to evacuate as soon as possible."

He was a little afraid of the strange door, so he looked around and planned to go downstairs through the dining room window.

"Bang Tong", "Bang Tong".

The refrigerator suddenly shook violently, as if something was about to break free.

Mao Buer quickly pointed his gun at the opponent.

"Buzz——"

The refrigerator door suddenly opened on its own.

When he looked inside, he almost couldn't help but shoot.

He saw a bloody head facing away from him in the icy cold air.

It is placed neatly on the top of the refrigerator.

The head trembled slightly, made a chewing sound, and slowly rotated to look at him.

"clatter."

Mao Fujio subconsciously tightened his pistol.

The bloody head chewed and turned around, revealing a ferocious face.

That head is exactly the same as mine!

"Hoo..."

Mao Fuji's Adam's apple twitched, his eyes rolled up, and he fainted from fright.

at the same time.
Chapter completed!