Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 224 Do Not Peep!

Kiriyama City, underground suburbs.

Director Tan, with a slightly plump belly and dressed in a white ancient-style brocade robe, sat at the head of the conference room in the underground base with a big smile on his face.

"Have you all taken a good look? This is no ordinary opportunity. The higher-ups have given us twenty spots to join the team."

At this point, Director Tan couldn't suppress his already radiant smile any longer. He raised his hand, tapped the red-headed document on the table, and continued speaking with a smile.

"Don't hold back, if you have any good prospects, hurry up and report them. This is a great opportunity to make us look good on the international stage. Don't think I, Qin Hui, am stingy, I didn't reserve a single spot this time."

That's a very open and generous statement.

However, the others present couldn't help but roll their eyes inwardly at the bureau chief, who was over fifty years old but laughed like a fool.

We are not blind.

The document I just received listed Wushan City's achievements over the past six months at the very beginning, and gave special praise to the bureau chief in charge of everything.

Although I don't know what kind of rewards were given out, judging from the fact that the other person's lips hadn't twitched since receiving the message in the morning, I knew that there must be something for everyone.

However, despite their inner complaints, everyone couldn't hide the joy in their eyes.

The Kingdom of Yinghua is finished.

It has been less than half a month since news of the situation first broke last week.

Even the embassy staff have fled, and last night the government officially announced its collapse.

The specifics are still unclear, but it is clear that he was killed by an unprecedented and extraordinary event.

Nowadays, news about the Flower Country is flying all over the world.

Those who should run should run, and those who should withdraw their investment should withdraw their investment.

It's safe to say that even if someone is lucky enough to survive, the economy will be set back by at least several decades.

Moreover, the extraordinary crisis within its own borders is showing a trend of intensifying.

According to the documents issued from above, several major countries have clearly issued orders to evacuate their personnel and are ready to set off at any time.

However, the conflicts of interest involved were intricate and complex, and those present were all seasoned veterans of officialdom; how could they not see through them?

As the closest major power, how could the United States possibly miss this opportunity to show off its strength?

The execution document was issued immediately after the news was confirmed last night.

As different departments, they should not have any connection with the naval forces, but this time they are involved in a supernatural event.

After the outbreak of the Yinghua Kingdom, the news could no longer be kept secret, and the tacit understanding that had been maintained between countries was broken.

It was both out of necessity and a stroke of good timing.

Taking advantage of the situation, the higher-ups decided not to focus solely on the military aspect, but rather to emphasize the strength of the nation's extraordinary power in the face of this extraordinary crisis in Yinghua Kingdom.

Previously, think tanks had already analyzed future global trends, believing that future competition would revolve around the extraordinary realm following the resurgence of spiritual energy.

Countries have long been preparing to devote more energy to this direction.

It can be said that the incident in Yinghua Kingdom has fulfilled the wishes of major countries around the world and opened the first door to the extraordinary realm.

Returning to reality, when the supernatural was just emerging, the Sin Kingdom established its own Special Operations Bureau branch in each state capital.

The Fog Mountain Special Operations Bureau, where they were located, was just one example.

However, because they were the first to come into contact with the extraordinary, they are larger in size and have a more special status.

Naturally, the extraordinary personnel who went with the evacuation team this time were drawn from the special operations bureaus of various state capitals across the country.

It is said that there are also some new superhuman units manufactured in cooperation with the General Administration and the military.

However, they have no say in these matters concerning people's livelihoods.

In addition to selecting and transferring top experts from each branch, each branch was also given a quota of accompanying and assisting personnel.

This is the key to everyone's joy.

That was a rare international event.

The amount brought by various countries, plus the news and live broadcasts from those who spontaneously travel there, will be an astronomical figure.

It can be said that it can cover almost any city in the world.

Even just showing your face in this operation, or even just having a nominal role, would be an unprecedented boost to your descendants or in terms of career advancement.

Therefore, apart from Tan Hui, who simply gave up his spot with a smile, everyone else argued fiercely.

Everyone wants to include their favorite juniors or subordinates in the program.

Therefore, after quite some time, they still couldn't come up with a distribution result that satisfied everyone.

Tan Hui wasn't annoyed. He just watched everyone argue, and finally tapped the table lightly and said something.

"You can discuss it, but be mindful of the time. This operation is quite urgent; we need results before noon and depart this afternoon."

"Although other countries set the time for the early morning of the day after tomorrow, nobody wants to be late for this kind of thing; everyone wants to be the first to get there."

As he spoke, Tan Hui also stood up, supporting himself on the table with both hands.

"Alright, you guys continue your discussion. I have some things to take care of, so I'll be leaving now."

Without looking back, he left the meeting room amidst the renewed heated argument behind him.

The moment I closed the door, all was quiet.

Just then, a sound came from beside them.

"Chief, the special operations team has been notified, and the punishment department is also asking about the Wang Hai family's situation. We don't know how to proceed with their case."

"Let's go through the procedures." Tan Hui, who had just stepped out of the arguing meeting room, heard the report from his newly appointed female secretary who had been waiting outside.

A smile that hadn't completely faded from her face lingered as she glanced to her side.

Seeing that the secretary looked ordinary and seemed a little nervous, he gave her an encouraging look.

"Don't be nervous. I've met your father before. He's always been a hero in the Extraordinary Squad."

"You can learn what you don't understand, but remember, if your thinking goes astray, everything will be for naught..."

At the end, his tone became somewhat meaningful.

After speaking calmly, he walked into the depths of the corridor, while the newly appointed secretary nodded somewhat bewildered.

Before the bewildered female secretary could figure things out, she heard a leisurely voice drifting over.

"Wang Hai's crimes should have been thoroughly investigated. According to procedure, he should be prosecuted for treason."

It was just an ordinary sentence, devoid of any particular tone, yet it sent a chill down her spine. Without time to think, she quickly replied:

"Yes! I understand!"

……

……

The next day, early morning.

On the shimmering sea, a gentle, warm sea breeze blows, and white-feathered seagulls fly by sparsely.

In the distance, on the hazy horizon where the sea meets the horizon, there is a distant landmass that appears as a thin black line, steaming in the sunlight.

Every now and then, the distant call of whales can be heard, and dolphins and schools of fish leap out of the water, breaking the ripples.

A scene of serene tranquility.

But in the next moment.

A roar came from afar.

Amidst the hazy smoke and dust on the sea, the silhouette of a massive, sword-like white-painted ship appeared.

Startling the fish, cutting through the waves, stretching across the endless sea and sky.

A tremendous roar, accompanied by a mountain-like thrust, refracted the cold light of metal, dazzling and blinding.

Rows of dark, gaping cannons pointed diagonally into the sky, like sharp arrows piercing the sea.

And on this magnificent creation of humankind, there are groups of figures dressed in Federal Navy camouflage uniforms.

He stood upright on the ship's railing, gun in hand, gazing at the gradually clearing shadows of land ahead.

"..."

"General MacArthur! The naval control center just sent a message that we are less than 50 nautical miles from Yinghua Island. The ship is about to slow down. Should we notify the crew to assemble now?"

A well-dressed, heavily armed elite soldier looked at the man standing by the ship's side.

The legendary general, dressed in a military cloak and wearing sunglasses, gazing into the distance, asked a question.

The sudden noise brought the middle-aged man, who was already quite old, back to his senses.

He took a deep drag on the corncob pipe he was holding, then turned around and nodded to the soldier.

"It's time. Pass the word down, everyone prepare immediately..."

As he spoke, his face, mostly obscured by sunglasses, made it impossible to discern his emotions, and he silently added the second half of his sentence in his mind with a heavy expression.

"...This time it won't go smoothly."

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers ran directly to the nearby cabin. MacArthur was left alone by the ship's railing, continuing to gaze at the distant Azalea Island, where the land-based buildings were already vaguely visible.

This time, the United States of America dispatched a naval fleet to the Kingdom of Yinghua under the pretext of aiding and evacuating its own residents.

This old man, who was a representative of the army, should not have had anything to do with the fleet.

However, because he had previously served as a representative of the FSC-RF Joint Foundation and the federal government, he was assigned to one of the superhuman teams accompanying the ship.

If he had a choice, MacArthur actually didn't want to come this time.

Unlike those young people eager to make a name for themselves, he saw the risks involved in this incident.

He was unaware of the motives of other countries, but the federal government had given him more than one secret order.

Regardless of which path you choose, doing it well offers little benefit but can easily lead to your death.

Neither the madman who is in charge of research at the Foundation nor the greedy politicians in the Federation will allow him to back out of this operation.

All he could do was be more cautious.

Or, after everything is beyond repair, try to win more honors and, more importantly, gold coins for those young men.

"call……"

Thinking about all this, MacArthur took a deep drag on his pipe, exhaled a long plume of smoke, and let it drift away with the sea breeze.

That's all there is to it, and that's fine.

He had experienced the greed and ingratitude of the federal government firsthand in his life, and he was not lacking in experience in dealing with it.

But the unknown risks of this trip don't stop there.

Thinking this, MacArthur turned his eyes behind his sunglasses and glanced to the side.

Soon, with a quick search, he spotted a makeshift sunshade erected opposite his ship's side.

Within the shadows that are obscured, one can see figures dressed in classical attire and draped in black robes, standing like statues.

In the sunlight in front of the shed stood a meticulously dressed young man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a purple suit.

However, just as MacArthur's gaze swept over and briefly lingered on that figure, the next moment...

Then he saw the man who had been holding a wine glass and acting all smug suddenly turn his head and meet his gaze.

Then, with a nonchalant expression, he raised his wine glass slightly in this direction.

This startled MacArthur, who quickly looked away.

This is another factor that he is worried about.

This time, the Federation not only mobilized the extraordinary team formed by the Foundation, but also other local families that cooperate with it.

And not just the vampires led by that flamboyant young man.

Inside the ship's restaurant, a group of werewolf clans, former members of a black gang who had been recruited, were feasting and drinking.

Unlike our side, these guys are all uncertainties.

Let alone expecting them to carry out orders, it's questionable whether they might even become part of the crisis...

And it was just as MacArthur, filled with worry, was gazing into the distance.

Inside the ship, the naval forces have also begun to slow down.

Large areas of reefs and buildings can already be seen in people's field of vision.

However, compared to the scene I remembered, it seemed much more deserted.

Fishing boats, which should be everywhere, now drift listlessly in the harbor.

The port, which would normally see a large volume of cargo shipping and passenger traffic, was now eerily quiet, without a single person in sight, much to the dismay of many.

However, due to port size limitations, warships with too deep a draft can only dock in the deep water area.

As planned, landing craft were then lowered into the sea and sailed towards the desolate port of the Kingdom of Yinghua, braving the waves.

And at the same time.

Inside the largest command center of the main ship, an elderly man in military uniform, with a straight posture and gray hair and beard, stood with his arms folded in front of a dazzling array of screens.

This man was the naval commander-in-chief of this operation.

At this moment, watching one landing craft after another safely land on the screen, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Let the rest of the world see the strength of our Federation Navy!"

As he spoke, he turned to the deputy general who was gesturing to him and gave him an order.

"Go! Tell those reporters following us to launch the helicopter and take lots of pictures."

As soon as the order was given, he turned around and kept a close eye on the screen, watching the live footage of dozens of people, belonging to the Federation landing force.

"Huh?" But soon, the old man, who was still full of pride, glanced at a scene in the corner and couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise.

He frowned instantly and leaned his whole face forward.

That was the view from the drone connected to the command screen, on routine alert, locking onto the sea in another direction.

At that moment, there, the bows of several massive, heavy ships, exuding a chilling aura, slowly emerged from the edge of the screen.

The ship was several times larger than his own, and its weapons and equipment, which were clearly much more advanced just by looking at them, made him stare in astonishment.

As the three lead ships passed by in the scene, the even more terrifying number of escort ships behind them made his jaw drop.

And finally, under the old captain's watchful gaze.

The ships, flying red flags, cleaved through the waves and approached the land at a faster speed than the Federation ships had just been.

Before the landing ships, which moved in unison, could get close, dozens of figures suddenly flew up from their bows.

With a flicker of his body, he transformed into various things he couldn't understand, leaving afterimages as he flew into the port.

"Is that a new type of reconnaissance drone? But it looks a bit like a human..."

He muttered to himself in confusion.

But before he could think about it further...

The next moment, a sudden tremor occurred in the view of the drone, which was still looking down from the air.

Then, the camera flickered, and suddenly a ethereal figure appeared out of thin air.

Her flowing, cloud-like clothes swayed in the wind, their pale color almost blinding under the intense sunlight at sea.

Before the old captain could take a few more glances, his vision blurred and suddenly went dark.

Then, a fair, smooth hand with distinct knuckles appeared larger and larger in the camera lens, until it completely covered the screen in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, a signal interruption sounded, and the corner of the monitor screen instantly turned into a patch of static.

At the same time, a delayed sound came through the receiver from the disconnected drone:
"Don't you dare peek!"

Despite being four completely incomprehensible languages, they clearly unfolded in each person's mind, each conveying a meaning they could understand.

Everyone in the ship's command center, including the gray-haired captain, was stunned.

After a long pause, the old man blinked, turned his head somewhat blankly, and looked at the communications officer beside him, who was also staring wide-eyed.

"Wow? Those are ships from the Sin Kingdom, but what are those flying ones and the last ones?!"

In contrast, this commander-in-chief, with his gray hair and poor acceptance of new things on the internet, is a different story.

Several young people in charge of technical communications were the first to accept the offer.

One of them, in particular, a young crew member with freckles on his face, seemed to know a lot about these things.

Seeing the confusion in her boss's eyes, she excitedly spoke first to explain.

"Captain! That must be the immortal cultivation in Eastern legends! That's how you can fly, and you know all sorts of amazing magic and kung fu. You can live for an extremely long time, maybe even immortal!"

"I just don't know if I'll have a chance to become an apprentice after this rest..."

The gray-haired captain completely ignored what the seemingly well-informed young man was saying next.

He felt a buzzing in his head.

The other person's outrageous adjectives, which seemed to only appear in the Bible, swirled in his mind.

I wanted to refute it, but drone footage can't be faked.

The same fleet from the Xin Kingdom that arrived earlier has now docked at the port on the other side.

The two sides were separated by a protruding coastline of the Kingdom of Yinghua, facing each other across the mountains.

He figured the landing forces from both sides would meet soon, and detailed information would be sent back, leaving him no choice but to believe it.

This brought a bitter smile to his face. This Federation captain, who had spent most of his life at sea, had finally encountered the biggest setback of his life.

A powerful blow to one's values ​​from the extraordinary.

He originally thought that he had already been shocked enough by seeing the legendary werewolves, witches, and vampires yesterday.

Unexpectedly, I have now encountered another deity from the East, who is nearly 100 nautical miles away and is communicating with me through a drone camera.

The madness and changes in this world truly disregard the capacity of an elderly person like myself to bear them...

(End of this chapter)