The organization I founded has been exposed by the reborn!

Outside the gate of an abandoned amusement park in the southern suburbs of Yanjing.

The cold autumn wind swept by, carrying a chilling chill to the bone.

Li Zhengfeng was wearing a black bulletproof vest, and a tactical mask covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.

He stood inside the police cordon, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Check the ammunition, final check!"

Li Zhengfeng's voice was deep and carried the unique authority of a soldier.

Twenty elite special forces soldiers—codenamed "Iron Guards"—quickly lined up in front of him.

These men were all burly and fully armed, their chilling killing intent permeating the air.

"Click, click."

The sound of the bolt being pulled back and the barrel being ejected rang out in unison.

In the team, the magazines of the ten assault soldiers were filled with bright yellow steel-core live bullets, which were used to eliminate the physical ghost slaves.

The other ten support personnel, however, had magazines filled with pure gold bullets that gleamed with a dull luster.

These are naturally specially made bullets for dealing with vengeful ghosts.

At the rear of the squad.

Four burly special forces soldiers were carrying two metal boxes, each one meter long and one meter wide.

The metal box was cast from a single piece of high-purity gold. It was exceptionally heavy, and when it landed, it pressed a deep groove into the soft soil.

This is a containment tool that was hastily made after Luo Qingyan gave her instructions.

Gold naturally possesses the property of isolating the supernatural; only by imprisoning the evil spirit inside this golden box can it be completely sealed away.

at this time,

The screech of brakes shattered the deathly silence of the wilderness.

A convoy of vehicles came to a steady stop outside the rusty iron fence.

The car door opened, and Luo Qingyan stepped out.

She wore a close-fitting black tactical uniform with a white trench coat over it, her posture was upright, and her eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth.

Just landed.

Luo Qingyan's gaze sharpened slightly, her eyes passing directly over the rusted iron gate and locking onto the depths of the amusement park.

The air was thick with the stench of formaldehyde and putrid odor.

The stench of death was pungent, several times stronger than what I smelled at the abandoned bus station that morning.

"As expected, there are vengeful ghosts lurking here."

Luo Qingyan thought to herself with a chill: "With this magnetic field strength, that clown might already be close to the peak of E-level, or even D-level."

In its previous life, the "smiling clown" that had been entrenched here eventually grew into an A-level disaster, forcibly turning a five-kilometer radius into a dead zone for life.

However, the abyssal rift has not yet been completely torn apart, and the suppression of the rules still exists.

As long as that monster hasn't evolved an unsolvable killing pattern, she can completely suppress it with her S-rank abilities.

"Director Luo!"

Li Zhengfeng strode forward, saluted, and said in a deep voice, "The Iron Guards are assembled. All live ammunition and gold bullets are loaded and ready for deployment!"

Luo Qingyan looked at the well-equipped military squad and nodded slightly. "Colonel Li, everyone must remain on high alert when we enter the amusement park."

"Note that we are not facing an enemy in the conventional sense, but a terrifying and bizarre one."

If you encounter mutated demon slaves with physical forms, suppress them with concentrated fire of regular live ammunition, prioritizing the destruction of their heads or spines.

If you encounter any intangible phantoms, immediately unleash a barrage of golden bullets; never allow them to get close.

"Also, tell them to keep their hands off and not touch anything inside."

Li Zhengfeng nodded heavily, his eyes behind the mask showing not fear, but rather a hint of fervor and anticipation.

He wanted to see just how powerful this so-called vengeful ghost really was!

"action!"

Luo Qingyan gave the order.

The heavy, rusty iron door was forcibly pushed open by two special forces soldiers, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The core members of the Paranormal Bureau, along with Iron Guards, formed a tight combat formation of over forty people, guns at the ready, and cautiously stepped into this desolate, abandoned paradise.

……

The setting sun cast an ominous dark red hue over the entire ruins.

The abandoned amusement park was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Waist-high weeds swayed silently in the wind, and dark brown, withered vines climbed wildly along the rusty roller coaster tracks, tightly binding the cold steel skeletons. From a distance, they looked like the remains of giant beasts that had died in the wilderness.

Along the roadside, some weathered and cracked clown stone sculptures stand in the shadows.

Because of the peeling and flaking paint, the comical smiles on their faces have become distorted and sinister. Some of the stone carvings have even cracked open, revealing hollow and moldy inner cavities.

Not far away, the carousel that was once filled with laughter and joy now stands frozen on its rusted base.

Large patches of paint on the surface of the wooden horse had already peeled off, revealing the blackened, rotten wood grain.

In the dim, yellowish light, the hollow, dark eye sockets of those wooden horses seemed to be staring straight at the intruders.

"Crunch—crunch—"

As the wind blew by, the rusty, broken chains on the pirate ship swayed slightly in mid-air, emitting a grating metallic scraping sound that carried far through the deathly silence of the paradise.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of dry leaves.

Interspersed among them were some severely weathered, shriveled, and blackened colored balloons. These balloons, soaked and dried in muddy water, had become so weathered that they resembled the shriveled skin peeled off a dead person.

The agents, wearing heavy military boots, stepped on the ground, occasionally making a crisp "crack" sound, which sounded like crushing the bones of some small animal, and sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent environment.

After going about 500 meters deeper, the buildings ahead began to become denser.

"stop!"

Luo Qingyan suddenly raised her hand, and the vanguard at the front immediately crouched down, pointing his gun forward.

At the end of a narrow road cluttered with abandoned bumper cars.

A low-rise building with an absurd architectural style and walls painted with bright red and white stripes stands there.

The main entrance of the building was designed as an exaggerated, giant clown mask, with a blood-red mouth that stretched to its ears, revealing two rows of sharp fangs welded shut with sharp steel nails.

That was Luo Qingyan's destination... the Clown House.

Just now.

"Shh... Sizzle..."

A sharp, crackling sound suddenly emanated from the rusty loudspeakers all around.

Followed by.

A thick, viscous, pinkish fog with a pungent, sweet smell suddenly spewed from the clown's massive, steel-fanged mouth.

The fog spread extremely quickly, completely engulfing the open space in front of them in the blink of an eye, and rolling towards the crowd.

Deep in the mist.

The faint rumble of steel wheels rubbing against the tracks could be heard, heavy and oppressive, as if an invisible, crazy roller coaster was whizzing and spinning right above everyone's heads.

And that is what comes with it.

It was a severely distorted children's clapping song coming from a broken loudspeaker:

"Big eyes, red lips, Uncle Clown is laughing heartily..."

"Hehehe...Stay here and play with me."

The eerie singing, mixed with the strange sweet fragrance of the powdery mist, seeped in through the gaps in the tactical mask.

The Iron Guard members present felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and a brief dizziness. Their usually steady hands trembled slightly involuntarily.

"All personnel, gas masks! Prepare for engagement!"

Li Zhengfeng let out a muffled roar from behind his mask.

"Click, click, click."

The crisp sound of the buckles snapping shut echoed through the mist.

More than forty elite soldiers simultaneously fastened their tactical breathing apparatus, their heavy breathing becoming dry and cold as it was filtered through their masks.

And at this time.

"Crunch... crunch..."

Amidst the swirling pink mist, a sudden burst of intense, teeth-grinding plastic scraping sounds rang out, mixed with the scratching of sharp objects against the stone slabs.

The fog broke.

Six or seven small, deformed monsters with limbs twisted in the opposite direction at a broken angle crawled out of the darkness.

These monsters' bodies were entirely pieced together from the remains of plastic mannequins and dolls found in abandoned amusement parks.

The one at the very front had a faceless plastic mannequin head covered in black spots.

Its body was forcibly welded shut with rusted roller coaster steel bars, and large patches of dried, peeling white paint remained on its surface.

Strangely, countless writhing, bleeding, bright red fleshy buds and dark red blood vessels were densely wrapped around these cold plastic and steel joints.

The blood vessels throbbed on the plastic surface, forcibly binding the inanimate objects together and giving them the vitality to move.

The other monster had a doll-like head that was half charred.

The plastic eyeball rolled hollowly in the darkness, and the corner of its mouth was sewn with rough black thread, creating a tearing arc that was dripping thick, black saliva down its broken plastic neck.

"Click-clack..."

They crawled rapidly on the ground in a bizarre, anti-physical posture, the sounds of plastic scraping at their joints and flesh tearing intertwined, creating a chilling spectacle.

These are all completely transformed by a strange force—doll-like ghost slaves.

"roar--!"

Upon detecting the presence of living beings, these monsters, their gaping mouths painted with cheap paint, suddenly opened wide and let out a piercing shriek.

They pounced on the squad like wild beasts in a twisted, anti-joint posture!

"Fire!"

Li Zhengfeng's eyes were cold as he ruthlessly issued the order to fire.

"Da da da da da!"

A violent gunshot rang out, and flames tore through the dim air.

Dozens of assault rifles loaded with standard live ammunition formed a dense barrage of fire, instantly covering the three puppet demon slaves at the forefront.

The large-caliber steel-core armor-piercing projectile, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, directly tore apart the plastic shells of those monsters.

A monster with a tattered bear's head had its skull blown off on the spot. Black, foul-smelling slime splattered in the air, and the wrecked mechanical skeleton slammed heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then remained motionless.

Physical live ammunition is extremely effective against these mutated demon slaves that possess physical forms.

But the monster was crawling too fast.

A monkey doll, pieced together from rusty springs and filthy cotton, suddenly leaped high into the air after withstanding two bullets.

It streaked through the air like a black shadow, bypassing the front-line firepower blockade, its sharp iron hooks reaching straight for Li Zhengfeng's throat.

"court death!"

Li Zhengfeng was indeed a battle-hardened general, remaining calm in the face of danger.

He turned his head to avoid the attack, then drew his military dagger from his waist and, with a powerful, sweeping motion, plunged it into the monster's chest.

However, this monster had no idea what pain was.

Its twisted arm, covered in bloody flesh, suddenly tightened its grip, locking Li Zhengfeng's arm in a deadly lock. Its gaping maw, filled with shards of glass, was about to bite down hard on Li Zhengfeng's neck!

At the critical moment.

"laugh--"

A thick, yellowish-brown jet of water shot out from behind without warning, striking the monkey doll precisely on the head.

This is precisely Luo Qingyan's ability, [Forgetful River Weak Water]!

The moment the water hit the ground, it emitted a piercing corrosive sound.

There was no high temperature from any flame, but the plastic head of the doll and the active blood vessels inside began to dissolve and vaporize rapidly the moment they came into contact with the weak water.

With a final, piercing scream, its head was completely dissolved into a pool of foul-smelling yellow liquid, dripping onto the muddy ground.

The broken body, deprived of its original support, slumped down helplessly and slipped off Li Zhengfeng's arm.

Li Zhengfeng turned his head, still shaken.

In the dim twilight, Luo Qingyan made a fist with one hand, and a drop of viscous, yellowish-brown water was suspended on her fingertip.

The water droplet spun on its own, emanating an extremely yin aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Her face showed no emotion whatsoever; her calmness was frightening.

"Colonel Li, focus. These are just the lowest-ranking ghost slaves. Don't give them a chance for close combat. Keep your distance and shoot from a distance," Luo Qingyan coldly reminded her.

"Yes! Thank you, Director Luo!"

Li Zhengfeng took a deep breath. The last trace of arrogance deep in his eyes vanished completely at this moment, replaced by awe of the strong.

Luo Qingyan's skill in turning water into water and melting the steel monster not only saved Li Zhengfeng, but also completely won him over.

"Reload! Take cover! Create distance, fire while retreating!"

Li Zhengfeng picked up his assault rifle and roared as he directed his troops.

"Clang, clang, clang."

The scorching hot brass cartridge cases fell one after another onto the concrete road, making a crisp clanging sound.

Under the tacit firepower suppression of the Iron Guard Squad, and with the occasional shots of the River of Oblivion from Luo Qingyan's fingertips, the remaining puppet ghost slaves were unable to cross the defense line even half a step. They were riddled with holes by armor-piercing bullets and corrosive water, scattering into broken plastic and melted, stinking rotten flesh on the ground.

……

A few minutes later.

The gunfire gradually subsided.

The abandoned amusement park fell into a deathly silence once again.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the stench of decaying corpses.

Although the first battle was a victory with no casualties, the backs of all the team members were completely soaked with cold sweat as they looked at the clown house in the distance, which was completely shrouded in pink mist.

The red and white building, looming in the twilight, resembled a giant coffin lying across the wilderness, quietly waiting for them to walk into its trap.

The door, with its steel-toothed grin stretching to its ears, seemed to be silently and menacingly mocking the people in front of it, enveloped in pink mist.

"Colonel Li, lead the way with two shield bearers."

Luo Qingyan stared coldly at the clown house that exuded an evil aura.

"The rest of you, maintain battle formation and prepare to advance."

A long gust of wind swept by, swirling up scraps of paper and withered leaves scattered all over the ground.

Luo Qingyan tugged at the collar of her trench coat, clenched her hands which were faintly shrouded in black energy within her sleeves, and strode forward slowly.