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"Report to the commander, there are multiple suspicious individuals appearing in the west direction at 12 o'clock, should we strike?"
In the residential area outside of Sun City, inside a temporary command post set up in a two-story villa, John Cena did not immediately respond to the scout's eerie report.
After a full ten seconds of silence, he finally came to his senses and said, "Attack! What are you all doing? Attack quickly!"
"But, sir, they just disappeared..."
"What?!" John exclaimed in shock, grabbing the deputy and asking anxiously, "What was I just doing?"
"You were just... daydreaming," Bolton replied honestly.
"…Trouble, it might be Eastern mysticism! Notify the other commanders, prepare to attack immediately! Then inform Colonel Rosen to pursue and intercept the few people who just escaped." John immediately realized the situation and quickly issued the deployment through his deputy to the team.
The information quickly spread to every corner, but until the team chasing those unidentified individuals left, John did not receive any attack orders from other teams.
John paced back and forth in the command post, occasionally asking his deputy, "What's going on? Are those old guys scared?"
"Report, sir, there is a reply!" The information from downstairs, along with a piece of paper, was brought up.
The adjutant frowned and said, "In addition, the other commanders' reply is: the loss of contact with headquarters and the long-distance trek have caused significant depletion of our forces, and the soldiers need rest. They do not recommend launching an attack at this time."
John swept everything off the table with one arm, and the clanging sound echoed incessantly. The adjutant dared not dodge, and various communication devices on the table all fell on him.
He strode over and grabbed the deputy's collar, angrily asking, "What did you say?!"
The deputy repeated slowly, "Sir, they do not recommend an attack."
John dismissed his deputy, straightened his collar, picked up the cigar that had fallen to the ground, and silently lit it. In the midst of the smoke, John spoke, "Call Paul over here."
"Yes!"
After the deputy left, John looked out at the foggy Sun City and squinted his eyes.
Soon, Paul arrived at the command post, and John dismissed everyone, leaving only Paul behind.
Paul saw that there was no one around, and without military courtesy, he immediately exclaimed, "Uncle, you were too heavy-handed!"
"This is a military camp, you should call me 'commander'," John said expressionlessly.
Paul felt frustrated and said, "Yes..."
The situation is urgent, and John is too lazy to care about his feelings. He just said, "Now there are 12 teams, which one do you think is most likely to cooperate with us?"
"Cooperate with what? Are you deciding to launch an attack first? But no one agrees to that!" Paul didn't understand the significance of this question.
"..."
Seeing John's expression change, Paul quickly said, "The Sixth Team and the Eighth Team. The Sixth Team is the Pope's entourage. Even in this situation of losing contact, if he wants to retreat, he has the power of The Vatican behind him. You hold the sacred armament. As long as you use it as a command, he will definitely mobilize forces to join us in the attack."
"Colonel Martin of the Eighth Regiment and the Polaczek family behind him have a mutually beneficial political relationship with our Sena family."
Upon hearing this, John looked up at his unreliable nephew with a hint of surprise and said, "You actually know about politics?"
"Um... Anyway, these two teams are worth fighting for," John didn't show any reaction to Paul's response, still holding the almost finished cigar and looking out the window.
After a while, John seemed to have made some kind of decision and said, "What you just said makes sense. You'll be in charge of the sixth and eighth pairs."
"Ah? Me? But... I can't... I'm not capable!" Paul still had some self-awareness and knew he couldn't handle this kind of detailed work, shaking his head frantically.
John couldn't be bothered to deal with him, so he called the deputy over to remove all the various communication devices that had just fallen and those that were intact on the table. He instructed not to be disturbed for 10 minutes as he needed a quiet space to think about the next deployment. Meanwhile, Paul, still in a daze, was taken away by the deputy to carry out the tasks of persuading teams six and eight.
John himself took out a pocket watch, unhooked the chain, wound it a specific number of times, and then inserted a crucifix the size of a fingernail that was hanging around his neck into the pocket watch.
He looked at the pocket watch on the table, the gold paint on the surface of the pocket watch slowly flowing, melting together with the pocket watch itself, quickly covering the entire table.
On the one-meter-square dining table, it was covered with golden liquid. John was not surprised and uttered a few strange-sounding notes.
I saw the golden liquid start to shake, with the amplitude getting larger and larger, just like the surging waves on the table! However, miraculously, no matter how turbulent it became, the liquid did not fall off the table.
As John uttered the last note, the golden liquid suddenly solidified in mid-air. Then, like weathered wood, the solidified waves shed excess gold dust and the remaining part neatly formed an old-fashioned typewriter.
John sat solemnly at the table, drawing an inexplicable symbol on his chest before raising his hand to type.
Amidst the "clack clack clack" of the typewriter, the paper revealed the sentence: "It's time to fulfill your promise!"
"Evil is approaching! We are being targeted..." Kilgandon Berg suddenly opened his eyes and tightly grasped the slightly warm cross.
The doctor Genos turned his head to look at the convoy that had just set out on the road. Judging by the road signs, their group had not yet left the city.
"Can you tell who they are?" Genos asked.
Berg shook his head and said, "No, it's just that they possess a malicious power, but I can't perceive the specifics. However, it's certain that we are the targets."
Genos spoke into the intercom in a deep voice, "Stay alert and accelerate away!"
"Yes!"
"Hmm? It's gone..." Berg suddenly spoke.
Genos seemed lost in thought: "Did they hide it? Or is there some other purpose..."
Rumble! Rumble!
In the very close vicinity, a deafening roar pierced everyone's eardrums, even waking up the two brothers, Tiangang Tianjie, who were in a deep sleep.
In the deep, bottomless pit in the distance, a girl who seemed to be able to control scraps of paper and a boy with a duck-like voice in a school uniform appeared, apparently having just completed a major task while being invisible.
"How was it?" the man in the Daoist robe asked.
The girl patted her flat chest and said happily, "It's OK. I operated the player remotely when I was installing it. They didn't notice at all. You can trust me to get things done!"
Noticing the Bandage Man looking over, the exhausted blonde mage gasped and said, "The silence barrier has been lifted. Remember to reimburse me for the scroll when you get back."
Bandage Man nodded, "Complete the mission as soon as possible. It's not safe to stay here for long."
The shield-bearing man, dressed like a knight, rubbed his bald head and shivered as if feeling a chill. "Indeed, this place gives me the creeps..."
Quickly approaching the glowing giant egg, the group used their respective methods, and in no time, the giant eggs in the pit disappeared without a trace.
Bandage Man After seeing everyone leave, he looked towards the distant north and said, "Let's go."
The few people exchanged glances and then disappeared one after another.
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