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Chapter 18: Terrorists Attacked the Kitchen?

Phil stood in front of the stove, rolled up his military uniform sleeves, and scooped a potato from the ingredient section.

His hawk-like eyes were fixed intently, his brows furrowed deeply, as if he were facing an extremely difficult training mission, and he remained silent for a long time.

The final result is as follows:
It seems like this needs to be peeled.

He tried hard to recall that the mashed potatoes the girl ate for breakfast that morning did not contain potato skins.

Phil glanced at the door again, and only felt relieved when he saw that no one had come in. He went over and locked the door from the inside. Then he washed the potatoes in his hand with water, placed them on the cutting board, picked up the peeler next to him, and began to think with a frown.

How do I operate this thing?

He had used many light blades and shadow blades during training, but this was the first time he had used such a small knife.

Actually, this was his first time entering the kitchen.

The man in front of the stove seemed a little lost. He tried to fix the potato to the cutting board, picked up the peeler, and scraped the potato hard. But perhaps he didn't control the force well with the hand that was fixing the potato, the potato slipped and rolled to the ground, and the peeler also scraped his hand.

"hiss……"

The knife is small, but it is very sharp.

Phil's hands were not rough; on the contrary, every curve of his bones was exquisite, making them appear long and strong. However, there was a deep gash on his hand, from which drops of blood were dripping.

The man's face was unusually solemn. He had participated in countless training missions without a single injury record, yet he had been defeated in a small kitchen.
……

The First Legion base was operating smoothly, but no one knew that the general who had left the training camp early and gone missing was currently in the kitchen, frantically and in a sorry state.

No one knows how much time has passed, but the First Legion base, which has been peaceful for hundreds of years, is about to be hit by an unprecedented panic.

A loud explosion was heard from somewhere in the base:
"boom--"

"boom!!"

The sound was deafening, clearly audible throughout almost the entire base. People in nearby areas instinctively covered their ears, and even many of the females in the resettlement center were so frightened that they crouched on the ground, their faces pale, huddled together in a chaotic scene.

[Drip—drip—drip—]

【alarm! alarm! 】

The alert at the legion base was activated automatically, and the soldiers of the several law enforcement teams in the training camp immediately lined up, weapons in hand. The law enforcement captains looked at each other, their faces serious.

"What happened?!"

"Could it be a terrorist attack?"

"Who's so bold as to attack the First Legion's base! Doesn't he have a death wish?!"

"Third and Fourth Enforcement Teams, you go to the female resettlement center and prioritize the safety of the females. The rest of you, follow me!"

The first law enforcement captain, leading the way, instructed as he walked, "Once you determine the coordinates of the attack, immediately notify General Phil!"

"Yes!"

The enforcement teams were extremely efficient, quickly pinpointing the source of the explosion and arriving at their destination within minutes. However, upon arrival, they were stunned by what they saw.

Center of the explosion: the base's kitchen.

Moreover, the force of the explosion was unprecedented. The door was blackened and twisted. The inside was a complete mess. Pots, ovens, and cutting boards were blown to the ground. The long stove was cracked open, and all kinds of food were flying everywhere and hanging all over the place.

In addition to the gray smoke from the explosion, there also seemed to be a burnt food smell in the air.

Several law enforcement teams stood in neat rows outside, all staring intently at the scene inside.

"what happened?"

"Terrorists attacked...the kitchen?"

"Why is it the kitchen instead of an important place like an armory, data center, or female shelter? What are the terrorists up to?" The soldiers of the law enforcement team were dumbfounded, as if a string of question marks appeared above each of their heads.

"Where's the head chef? Call him over!"

“It’s not yet time to eat, so the chef and his assistants should be resting in their rooms.”

After the two soldiers finished speaking, they went to find someone. Soon, the base's head chef and assistants all arrived, but their eyes widened in surprise.

Especially the head chef.

That expression had a certain...

It feels like your own house has been bombed.

"Oh my God!"

“This is what happened!”

The head chef walked in, covering his mouth, and was heartbroken at the sight of the mess. His equipment! His ingredients! And the lunch he had prepared in advance in the storage area! All of it had been blown to bits!

The first enforcement captain rubbed his head. Clearly, the chef's pained expression wasn't feigned; he must have just found out about it himself.

"Have you made contact with the general?"

"I requested communication, but it wasn't answered."

"The surveillance footage is now accessible?"

"It looks like it was deliberately sabotaged."

"These cunning terrorists are despicable."

More and more people gathered to watch, and even staff from other areas looked over from a distance, discussing the scene amongst themselves.

The enforcement team leaders were in a dilemma: Should they prioritize protecting the scene before they could contact the general?

But just when the situation was at a stalemate.

A familiar sound of footsteps approached, and everyone hurriedly looked toward their target, their faces lighting up with joy. Finally, the leader they had been waiting for had arrived!
At this moment, Phil took off his military uniform and changed into a well-tailored civilian outfit, but strangely, it looked like he had hurriedly changed into clothes after taking a shower, and he was dressed somewhat messily and casually.

The man's collar was open, and even his dark brown hair was wet, with droplets of water still dripping from his neck to his collarbone, sliding down into his chest inside his clothes and finally disappearing from sight.

Everyone's gaze continued to move downwards, because what was most striking was that the general actually came out wearing casual slippers, exuding a relaxed vibe.

The two law enforcement captains looked at each other in bewilderment.

They'd been at the Legion base for so many years, and this was the first time they'd ever seen General Phil wandering around in this outfit. What was going on today?
So many unusual things have happened.

"What's all the noise about?"

Phil stopped, put his hands in his pockets, and stared calmly at the blown-up kitchen, his face showing no sign of panic.

This prompted onlookers to secretly admire: a general is indeed a general, he has the demeanor of a leader.

The first enforcement captain immediately stepped forward to report: "Reporting to the general, there was an explosion in the kitchen just now. It's not mealtime, and the head chef and his assistants just arrived, so it's not the kitchen's operating time. I suspect that some outside criminals have infiltrated the base and staged this terrorist attack!"

"I believe that we should immediately gather technical personnel to repair the monitoring equipment and thoroughly investigate this matter."

The enforcement captain spoke solemnly, revealing his thoughts, but with his head bowed, he failed to notice that Admiral Phil, standing beside him, secretly rolled his eyes.

It's as if they're running away from something.

My darlings, I'm always asking for your votes! I feel like I'm playing a single-player game, with nobody reading it~ε(><)з
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(End of this chapter)