Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 63: The Final Intelligence
The hand that was about to plunge into her chest stopped.

Looking at the rusty coffin nail, Zhang Jun knew he had failed.

The situation was already set; continuing to resist would only prolong his life, and he had more important things to do.

He pulled a satellite phone from inside his robe. The phone was constantly recording his actions, including this battle.

He pressed the send button, then squeezed the phone so hard it shattered into pieces. He couldn't allow the King Organization to obtain intelligence from headquarters through this phone.

next moment.

"Pfft-"

Zhang Jun's head tilted back limply, and he knelt on the ground, motionless. A rusty coffin nail was clearly embedded in his forehead.

Zhang Jun died, with no chance to struggle.

The moment he crushed the phone, the person on the roof attacked him. Faced with the coffin nails, even he was powerless to fight back.

The image began to fade slowly, as if the entire street had been washed with water, and everything was being gradually erased.

A disheveled painter, filthy and resembling a vagrant, was painting an oil painting on a blank sheet of paper. The painting depicted the very spot where Zhang Jun had been attacked earlier.

However, in reality, that street does not exist; there is only a wall to correspond to it.

Several blurry figures suddenly appeared beside the painter. As time passed, these figures slowly became real, and a deathly pale corpse was thrown out, with a rusty coffin nail driven into its forehead.

The manor owner stepped forward, a hint of surprise on his face.

"The captain at headquarters is truly astonishing. Facing an attack from the five of us, he still thought of killing one of us before running away."

The old woman nodded thoughtfully.

“If you hadn’t taken out the coffin nail at the last minute, I think he would have had a backup plan and was prepared to fight to the death.”

In a very short time, the most intense supernatural clash in the current paranormal community took place. Although it was extremely brief, battles between ghost tamers are often like this, with life and death hanging in the balance.

Unfortunately, Zhang Jun lost. Facing five captain-level core members of the King Organization, and with the coffin nails in hand, Zhang Jun became a corpse.

The painter put away his easel, stood up, and looked at the flames burning on the horizon.

"We only know that the captains are planning a surprise attack on us, but we don't know the exact time. We'll send someone to infiltrate headquarters, wait for their move, and take advantage of the time difference to kidnap Wang Xiaoming."

The manor owner nodded.

“Good idea. If headquarters loses Wang Xiaoming, our plan will face much less resistance.”

"However, we should go. The ghost ship is stuck there and can't be used. We have to deal with this fire, otherwise we won't even be able to move forward with the first step of our plan."

Headquarters.

Cao Yanhua stared at the audio playing on the screen, clenching his fists and suppressing his anger.

In his final moments, Zhang Jun transmitted this crucial intelligence.

Wang Xiaoming said, "All the information is here. The audio you just heard was the last message Zhang Jun sent back."

Cao Yanhua's eyes were filled with anger. Those core members of the King's Organization had obviously come prepared, otherwise Zhang Jun would definitely have been able to escape. The headquarters had poured resources into training him so that he could infiltrate foreign countries and carry out some secret missions.

But unexpectedly, he was surrounded and killed by the King's organization within just a few months.

Wang Xiaoming said, "I bear responsibility for Zhang Jun's death."

"The Reform Society's infiltration abroad and the resulting fire exposed Zhang Jun's whereabouts, but Zhang Jun isn't entirely beyond saving. If we get his body, there's still a way to bring him back to life." Cao Yanhua's face lit up with joy, and he immediately asked, "You mean Zhang Jun still has a chance to be resurrected?"

"That's one way to understand it," Wang Xiaoming nodded.

"Very good." Cao Yanhua's expression softened slightly as he carefully examined the report in his hand.

After a long pause, he continued:
"That ship has been trapped there, and the King Organization cannot launch Project Ark in the short term. This raid will allow the captains to take down several core members of the King Organization while focusing on bringing back Zhang Jun's body."

Shen Lin said, "I already have a rough draft of the specific changes to the plan. Now contact all the team leaders, assemble immediately, and launch a surprise attack. We cannot give the King Organization any time to react."

"Let's begin. Notify all team leaders to assemble at headquarters within one hour."

Dadong City

The top floor of a tall building.

Wang Chaling was holding a satellite phone and talking to Shen Liang.

"I understand. I'll be at headquarters within an hour."

After speaking, Wang Chaling hung up the phone and returned to the chessboard. The game had progressed to the end, and a woman was sitting opposite him, playing against him with black pieces.

The woman asked softly, "Have you thought it through? Do you really want to agree to headquarters participating in that plan?"

Wang Chaling's face was pale, and he looked like a terminally ill person who was about to die.

He picked up a white piece with his fingertips, but his palm hovered in mid-air, hesitating and not daring to place it.

"The loss of control in Dajing City taught me a lesson."

He looked up at the woman in front of him.

"In this era where life is like a prison, once you get involved with the supernatural, there is no way to escape unscathed."

The woman frowned as she looked at the chessboard, which was fraught with danger. If Wang Chaling made a wrong move, she could defeat him in one fell swoop.

She said, "Why do I say that? Within the scope of Da Dong City, you have already dealt with most of the paranormal events. As long as you resolve the issue of the old house left by your parents, I believe that with your abilities, you can completely stay out of it and at least ensure that you can live out your old age in peace."

"No," Wang Chaling shook his head.

“I have always wanted to get rid of the curse of my family, but now I understand that I was too narrow-minded before. Simply running away cannot solve the fundamental problem. My parents, grandparents, and other family members have been fighting against the supernatural one after another.”

The white pieces were still held between his fingers, and Wang Chaling was still thinking about how to break the game.

“They were right. I’ve been too naive all this time. I’ve been exposed to ghosts since I was a child and thought that as long as I avoided paranormal events, I could stay out of it. But now I understand my mission and what I should do.”

"What is it?" the woman asked, puzzled.

"No longer avoiding paranormal events, we will delve into the existence of vengeful ghosts and find out their origins."

The white piece at the fingertip landed resolutely on the chessboard.

"I want to end the curse on me and make the supernatural phenomena that have plagued my family for generations disappear completely."

After saying that, Wang Chaling's figure flickered and suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving the woman sitting there in a daze, looking at the chessboard in surprise.

She was completely shut down by Wang Chaling's move. Even if there was still a chance to fight back, the outcome was already decided, and there was no point in resisting anymore.

(End of this chapter)