Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 404 Fang Shiming

"You're saying the starving ghost incident in Dachang City has been resolved?"

"The organization that came to provide support is an official American organization, called—"

"emperor?"

Inside the huge office on the top floor of Ping An Building.

Fang Shiming looked surprised.

Jiang Shangbai respectfully handed over a document.

"That's right, this is intelligence related to that organization."

Fang Shiming took the intelligence report, quickly flipped through two pages, and then casually tossed it aside.

"Emperor, what arrogance!" Fang Shiming sneered.

He looked at Jiang Shangbai and said, "Someone actually resolved an S-level incident in two and a half minutes. What do you think?"

"This clumsy explanation makes it seem like headquarters is treating us like fools," Jiang Shangbai said with a disdainful look.

"Mr. Fang, I suggest we verify this through other channels."

"I think headquarters is using this absurd statement to tell us that they are simply trying to cover up the truth."

Jiang Shangbai did not go to Dachang City this time, but there were also reports from ghost tamers on his WeChat Moments. However, Jiang Shangbai dismissed the ghost tamer's report with disdain.

He could understand if someone could sneak into Dachang City and bring Wang Xiaoming out.

He would believe it if a group of people made great sacrifices to eliminate the starving ghosts.

But how could a Ghost Rider possibly resolve an S-level incident in two and a half minutes?

Mr. Fang cannot do that.

Ye Zhen couldn't do it.

No ghost tamer in the world could possibly do that!

Either the information is incorrect.

Either this wasn't an S-class incident at all, but just a supernatural event caused by human error.

In order to shirk responsibility, Zhao Jianguo and Cao Yanhua deliberately escalated the incident to an S-level event.

Jiang Shangbai, of course, believed the second possibility more.

With the headquarters in such a sorry state, how could they have so quickly brought in a powerful organization of ghost tamers from abroad?

If they had that ability, would the domestic situation have deteriorated to this point, and would paranormal organizations still be ruling the mountains?

The headquarters doesn't have that capability.

Unless, at a huge cost!

Fang Shiming raised an eyebrow and asked noncommittally, "What is headquarters' attitude?"

"Headquarters has already suspended several of our collaborative projects," Jiang Shangbai said dismissively.

What is headquarters?
An organization that simply couldn't have been established without the support of their social circles.

An organization that clings to the coattails of the state, enjoying almost unlimited resources, yet manages to create utter chaos.

A seemingly all-powerful Ghost Control Corps actually has very few members who can truly command and obey orders.

An organization where an ordinary person can command ghost tamers who are oblivious to their own mortality.

Fools like Zhou Zheng are all dead. Only Li Jun and Cao Yang are worth paying attention to. As for that old man...

Jiang Shangbai subconsciously ignored him.

"Is the Emperor's organization very strong?" Fang Shiming was not one of those incompetent fools under his command.

He understood that his subordinates wanted to gain a stronger position and voice in the country, so they were very disgusted with this newly emerged organization.

After all, a mysterious foreign organization that suddenly appears is much more difficult to deal with than a lone wolf ghost tamer.

Moreover, judging from the headquarters' completely reversed attitude towards the WeChat Moments, they have indeed found a powerful backer.

Hey, Emperor Organization.

I've noted this down.

Although Fang Shiming boasted that he could also handle S-level incidents, he would not rashly oppose an organization that could easily resolve S-level incidents.

Especially when you don't know how many cards they have up their sleeve.

Fang Shiming looked at the blurry photo in his hand and touched the gold box beside him.

He was confident that if he wanted to eliminate a Ghost Master, no one could resist him.

"Is there any further reaction from headquarters?" Fang Shiming asked casually.

"After the cooperation project was cut off, headquarters quickly expelled our people and removed me from the captain's plan," Jiang Shangbai said with resentment.

"Mr. Fang, let's not start a war!"

He was originally one of the twelve captains appointed by headquarters, but he never expected to be sidelined by headquarters so quickly. You can imagine how resentful he felt.

"This is outrageous." Fang Shiming's face grew even colder. Did these idiots at headquarters intend to use someone else to do their dirty work?

Handing over the benefits of one's social circle to the Emperor's organization, a lose-lose situation where the third party reaps the benefits?
Just like their practice of stirring up friction between WeChat Moments and the Dahai City Paranormal Forum.

“However, now is not the time to start a war!” He glanced at Jiang Shangbai.

"Jiang Shangbai, I'm giving you a task: you must thoroughly investigate the background of this Emperor Organization!"

"Although they come from abroad, they couldn't have just sprung up out of nowhere."

"I need to know the specific information about each of their ghost tamers!"

Jiang Shangbai immediately lowered his head and nodded obediently, saying, "Understood, President Fang. I will complete the task as soon as possible."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you can go now." Fang Shiming waved his hand.

Jiang Shangbai respectfully withdrew.

Fang Shiming looked at the empty office and covered his head in exasperation.

They're all restless, both at headquarters and with that Emperor organization.

But he had no help, and he couldn't even express his inner turmoil.

Truly intelligent people like Wang Xiaoming are either dead or poached by headquarters.

A bunch of self-important capitalists were directing experts from the sidelines, while a group of idiots below were showing off their power.

Nowadays, social media is full of incompetent idiots; there are very few reliable and capable ghost-controllers.

Many of the ghost tamers recruited in the early stages had mental problems due to various reasons; some were mentally unstable, while others had excessively high dangerous tendencies.

This forced Fang Shiming to clean up their messes every day, and in the process, he also had to eliminate some decent talents.

Jiang Shangbai is already considered a relatively normal person among the ghost tamers in his circle of friends.

But he was also influenced by that group of idiots and became increasingly arrogant, resorting to war at the drop of a hat.

Once war breaks out, we'll have to rely on Fang Shiming alone.

Can anyone help him?

Or are these ghost tamers just waiting for him to die so they can divide up his inheritance?

What a sin!

"Fang Shiming." A cold voice suddenly rang out.

Fang Shiming was startled. Three terrifying figures were standing straight in front of his desk.

A black-and-white image of a man who stepped out of a movie from the last century, a terrifying old woman in a Western-style dress, and a semi-transparent ghost.

ghost? !

He tried to touch the golden box beside him, but found that his arm wouldn't move at all.

"Who are you?" he asked, forcing himself to stay calm.

"Hello Mr. Fang, I am the King's Projectionist. Today, I am here on behalf of the King's Organization to discuss a cooperation with our circle of friends," the Ghost Tamer, dressed only in black and white, said politely.

King's Organization?

Fang Shiming had heard of this organization's name. Since defeating the Knights, it had brought several countries under the "protection" of the King's Organization.

"I've heard of your great reputation. You've traveled thousands of miles to the East. What kind of cooperation do you want to discuss?"

Fang Shiming already sensed that the visitors had ill intentions. The King's Organization's activities were mainly concentrated in Europe, Africa, and the Americas, and it did not involve East Asia at all.

Moreover, he had heard that there were only about twenty kings in the whole world, and each king was one of the top ghost tamers in his country.

This time, three kings came to him to discuss cooperation.

But what kind of cooperation would require three kings to sneak into his office to discuss it?
"Of course, it's a collaboration that can help Mr. Fang resolve his current predicament," the projectionist said with a smile.

But the ghosts and the old woman behind him had indifferent expressions, just like vengeful spirits.

"I'm sorry, we're not facing any difficulties with our WeChat Moments at the moment," Fang Shiming politely declined.

The projectionist chuckled. "Of course, we don't want to talk to you either." "Please bring out the real Fang Shiming."

"What's the meaning!"

Fang Shiming's expression changed, and he suddenly felt a chill all over his body. His arms began to turn black and white.

He tried to use the ghost within his body to fight back, but to his surprise, there was no response.

It was as if there were no vengeful spirits within him.

"It's just a fake, what a waste of time." The projectionist shook his head.

"But it's quite realistic. If you weren't there, you might have been fooled," the ghost said to the projectionist.

"A fake with self-awareness who believes himself to be real, Fang Shiming is actually quite capable."

The ghost watched with great interest as Fang Shiming turned ashen-white, his expression one of terror and despair.

After a few seconds.

Fang Shiming is dead.

The old woman looked down and said coldly, "He's coming out."

There is a safe house on a basement floor of the Ping An Building.

There is a separate compartment inside the safe house.

next moment.

The door to the separate cubicle suddenly opened.

A stench of decay, long suppressed, wafted out, and in the pitch-black room, a figure slowly emerged.

"Did I die once?"

A hoarse, low voice echoed inside the safe house.

Only after the figure had completely left the room did the fluorescent lights in the safe house illuminate the person's appearance more clearly.

He is Fang Shiming.

However, he was slightly different from the Fang Shiming who had died before. The Fang Shiming who died before was like a healthy living person, but the Fang Shiming who came out of the safe house now looked like a emaciated corpse.

He had just stepped out of the safe house when he saw three strange figures standing in front of him.

"Hello, the real Fang Shiming." The projectionist smiled strangely.

"Please allow me to introduce myself again. I am the King's Projectionist, representing the King's Organization to discuss a collaboration with our circle of friends."

"However, you don't seem to be in very good condition," the projectionist said with some surprise.

Fang Shiming was withered and emaciated, his eyes were bloodshot and filled his entire eye sockets, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

"Cooperation?" Fang Shiming's face, which had been as expressionless as a corpse, twitched slightly.

"What kind of collaboration would require killing my clone once?"

"King's Organization, you're asking for death!"

A sudden, chilly wind swept through the area. It wasn't strong, but it carried a strange, stench of decay, as if a corpse was lying in the wind, and the smell was coming from it.

"demon?"

A dark blue world unfolds, from which countless screaming, terrifying ghosts burst forth with shrill cries.

The powerful Ghost Realm of the Wraiths instantly suppressed the Ghost Wind and Ghost Realm, completely blocking the Ghost Wind from entering.

The projectionist quickly explained, "Mr. Fang, don't misunderstand, we're here to invite you to join the King's Organization."

"Together we will deal with the Emperor's organization."

Fang Shiming was slightly surprised, as he had not yet received any news that the S-level incident in Dachang City had been dealt with.

Naturally, they had no idea what the Emperor's Organization was.

But a group of strangers suddenly break into your house, kill your clone, and then try to get you to join their organization.

How could Fang Shiming, who always held himself in high esteem, possibly tolerate this!
"Ridiculous!" he rasped. "Are you here to beg me to join some damn King's Organization?"

"But remember, if you're asking someone for a favor, you have to have the right attitude."

"When you need to ask for help in your next life, you should learn to bend down and kneel."

As Fang Shiming spoke, he also squatted down slightly.

Suddenly.

The projectionist suddenly felt a weight on his body, as if he were carrying something on his back.

No, it's not just a feeling, it really is carrying something... It seems like a cold corpse is eerily lying on its back, trying to crush it down.

The projectionist was somewhat surprised and tried to fight back against the supernatural force, but the power within him suddenly increased, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Crack, click..."

The projectionist could even hear the sound of his own sternum cracking.

The old woman and the ghost were attacked at the same time, and their bodies involuntarily began to bend.

Upon seeing this, Fang Shiming calmly stood up and sneered, "You guys do have some skill, you didn't die immediately."

"But there's no need to resist anymore. If you carry this ghost on your back, the ghost tamer will be crushed to death, and the vengeful ghost will also be suppressed."

"If you can't carry it, no matter how many ghosts you control, they will all be weakened to some extent. Do you know why I'm so thin?"

"Carrying this weird thing around all day, how can I not get thin?"

Fang Shiming twisted his neck and shoulders, seemingly enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

The most terrifying vengeful ghost he possesses is this oppressive ghost.

For a demon to attack someone, one condition must be met.

That means the person being attacked must be taller than Fang Shiming.

Fang Shiming deliberately squatted down just now so that the three kings would trigger the ghost's killing pattern.

Seeing that the three kings were bent over, Fang Shiming raised his chin and said arrogantly, "That's right, my condition is indeed a bit bad, so I have to let the former me manage the company instead of the current me."

"But the WeChat Moments isn't some low-class organization that just anyone can join!"

"The King's Organization is nothing special!"

Just as Fang Shiming was about to step forward and deal with the three foreign ghost tamers.

The old woman slowly raised her head, while Fang Shiming stumbled and fell to the ground.

Because the terrifying ghost that had been suppressing the three of them had instead turned around and suppressed him.

And there are three of them!
The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out one after another before Fang Shiming finally realized what was happening and was filled with terror.

The vengeful spirit he had been controlling suddenly revived and attacked him.

It was as if a vengeful ghost had been resurrected.

This pressure worsened his condition, and the remaining two ghosts he controlled began to stir.

But he did not die completely. He struggled to raise his head, and the three foreign demon tamers in front of him did not intend to kill him.

"Three against one? What kind of skill is that? If you have the guts, let me go. Let's fight one-on-one."

Fang Shiming stared with his bloodshot eyes and mocked, believing he still had the ability to turn the tables because he had a scapegoat.

But what about everyone else?

These bunch of good-for-nothings!

Fang Shiming was so angry at the thought that not a single ghost-tamer from his WeChat Moments came to his aid in the huge Ping An Building that he wanted to curse out loud.

The projectionist hadn't expected to be attacked in the ghost realm; his once striking black and white face turned completely black, making him appear somewhat displeased.

"Mr. Fang, why are you like this? You're in such a bad state. You're about to die from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost."

The old woman, who looked like a vengeful ghost, raised her hand, and the three vengeful ghosts that were pressing down on Fang Shiming slowly disappeared.

Fang Shiming's fear deepened. The fact that this old woman could manipulate and control the killing patterns of vengeful spirits meant she was no ordinary ghost controller.

In fact, it's already the state he wants to be in.

Fang Shiming slowly got up from the ground. The smell of corpses around him seemed to be even stronger. He was no longer as arrogant as before: "You're right. I am indeed facing this problem. This is my last problem."

"If you want to cooperate with me, then please show some sincerity!"

"The problem you mentioned is not difficult for us to solve," a ghostly voice echoed.

"We have a way to make you an outcast."

"Cooperation or death."

"You choose one."

Fang Shiming was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely, "Then..."

"What about the conditions?"

(End of this chapter)