The organization I founded has been exposed by the reborn!

Luo Qingyan led her team forward slowly.

Their target was the clown house at the end of the main road ahead, which emitted an eerie red glow under the setting sun.

In the sky, the crimson afterglow of the setting sun slanted across the ruins, casting countless twisted and narrow black shadows.

On the left side of the road, a giant Ferris wheel, hundreds of meters high, stands quietly in the wind.

The steel wheel, rusted for many years, looked like a huge execution rack suspended in mid-air under the dark twilight.

Several black crows landed on the edge of the empty cabin, emitting dry cries.

The air was filled with a suffocating smell of decaying earth and rust.

Li Zhengfeng, carrying an assault rifle, quickly approached Luo Qingyan's side and asked in a low voice:

"Director Luo, do you have any further information about this clown-like ghost?"

As a frontline commander, Li Zhengfeng was all too aware of the importance of intelligence.

Those puppet ghost slaves on the periphery were already troublesome enough; it's obvious that the main character is an even tougher nut to crack.

Luo Qingyan turned her head, her expression unusually solemn:

"Its name is 'Smiling Clown.' In its previous life, it completely erupted a year after its bizarre appearance, becoming an A-level demon capable of destroying an area of ​​five kilometers in radius. It was also one of the earliest national-level disasters encountered by the Yanjing defense line."

"A national catastrophe?!"

Upon hearing this assessment, Li Zhengfeng's hand gripping the assault rifle trembled violently.

Although he had never seen an A-level vengeful ghost, the mere mention of "annihilation of a nation" was enough to prove its combat power!

"Don't panic."

Luo Qingyan continued to explain, "That was a year after the strange events began to unfold."

"The strange events haven't fully arrived yet, so the clown's level can't possibly rise that quickly. I guess his level is at most at the D-level threshold."

As long as we don't violate its killing patterns, we can completely eliminate it.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhengfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the fine beads of cold sweat from his forehead and then continued to press for answers.

"Director Luo, what exactly is its pattern of killing?"

Looking at the clown's house in the distance, Luo Qingyan slowly recounted the bloody intelligence gathered from countless lives lost in her past life:

"Its killing patterns are three in total."

"First rule: No wailing. Once you enter the clown's domain, you must never show sadness, fear, or crying."

"No fear allowed?" Li Zhengfeng's expression was somewhat grim. "Director Luo, facing this kind of monster, the soldiers will instinctively feel tense..."

"It's okay to be nervous, but you absolutely cannot be sad or afraid, not even the slightest cry."

Luo Qingyan's voice was icy: "Once triggered, an invisible force will forcibly tear apart the corners of your mouth, freezing your face forever in a 'standard smile' with your teeth showing."

In my past life, countless people died laughing like this.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhengfeng felt a chill run down his spine.

These signs of death are too creepy.

I can't imagine how such a pattern of death was tested in the first place.

How many more compatriots have been lost?

"And what about the second one?" Li Zhengfeng continued to press.

"Second, comical puppets."

Luo Qingyan dodged a broken wooden horse by the roadside as she explained:

"Once you see the clown making comical gestures in the shadows or in a mirror, you must counter with the exact opposite action within three seconds."

"Completely opposite actions?" Li Zhengfeng was taken aback, somewhat confused.

"Yes. For example, if it raises its left hand, you must lower your left hand or raise your right hand. In short, you absolutely cannot do the same as it."

If your brain slows down, or subconsciously mimics its movements, your skeleton will instantly go out of control, your joints will break in reverse inch by inch, turning you into a puppet suspended by invisible threads.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhengfeng's brows furrowed even deeper.

These rules, which put people on a high level of tension, are simply pushing the limits of human reaction.

"There's a third one: the scarlet gift."

Luo Qingyan's voice lowered: "When you hear the sharp sound of an organ, a red sponge ball will fall from the sky. Whether you like it or not, you must immediately put it on the tip of your nose. You must not hesitate, and once you put it on, you must not take it off."

"Wear a red nose?" Li Zhengfeng asked, somewhat surprised. "What if you don't?"

"If you don't wear it, or take it off halfway, your facial skin will instantly merge with the red sponge, your trachea will be completely blocked, and you will suffocate and turn into a faceless red-nosed ghost slave."

He rattled off three bizarre rules of murder in one breath.

Looking at Li Zhengfeng's tense expression, Luo Qingyan added:

"Besides these three rules, it also possesses the ability to cause widespread mental pollution with its 'eerie laughter,' and the 'balloon incarnation' ability to transform into countless red balloons when subjected to powerful physical attacks. As long as one balloon survives, it can regenerate indefinitely."

After listening to the science explanation.

Li Zhengfeng exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling incredibly heavy.

These terrifying rule traps are simply impossible to guard against!

If Luo Qingyan hadn't informed them beforehand, their fully armed elite squad would probably have been wiped out before even seeing the clown's face.

At that moment, Li Zhengfeng finally understood.

He finally understood why Elder Sun and other high-ranking officials valued this young girl so much.

In the impending Dark Cataclysm, powerful firepower is certainly important, but this kind of prescient intelligence is what the Dragon Kingdom truly needs!

"Chief Luo, I understand. I'll relay this information to the men right away!"

After speaking, Li Zhengfeng immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and told each special operations team member about the three essential rules and evasion methods.

……

The team continued to advance.

At this moment, only a few hundred meters remain to reach the clown's house.

The air around us grew increasingly oppressive.

"Crunch... crunch..."

A series of rusty mechanical whirring sounds echoed in the silent, abandoned amusement park.

Everyone turned to look.

"Click...click..."

Without warning, the carousel on the right side of the line, which had been rusted and dead for many years, began to slowly turn with a piercing sound of gears meshing, even without electricity.

The rotation speed is getting faster and faster.

On the rocking horse, the stiff horses that were originally peeling paint began to wriggle like human skin under the cracked paint as they spun around.

In their eyes, painted with black oil paint, large patches of thick, dark red blood dripped down the horse's face and onto the rusty iron base, stirring up wisps of white smoke.

Suddenly, music filled the air.

That was a melody unique to old music boxes from the 1980s.

Due to its age, the music is severely distorted and out of tune, with a strange, abrupt change in tempo.

Every off-key note was like a rusty needle, frantically tugging at everyone's eardrums.

"Giggle...giggle..."

Almost at the same time.

A burst of dry laughter, accompanied by a strong static noise, suddenly erupted from the abandoned loudspeaker overhead.

The sound didn't seem to come from the vocal cords; it sounded more like someone was repeatedly cutting through the rough trachea with a blunt knife.

The laughter, accompanied by billowing phlegm and hoarse, breathless gasps, lingered throughout the amusement park, omnipresent.

The air temperature plummeted instantly amidst the bursts of laughter.

On the ground, the originally deflated colorful balloons began to inflate strangely on their own amidst the laughter, as if countless pale faces of the dead struggling were pressed against the inner walls of the balloons, trying to burst out.

The eerie laughter was incredibly penetrating, instantly tearing through the bulletproof helmets and striking deep into the souls of the team members.

The once perfectly aligned steel defense line immediately descended into chaos.

Several special forces soldiers with weaker willpower began to have their eyes rapidly bloodshot, with the whites of their eyes covered with spiderweb-like black and red filaments.

Their hands, holding assault rifles, trembled violently, their faces contorted with extreme fear, and finally, they managed to force out exaggerated, stiff, and eerie smiles.

"Hehe... That's funny... It's really funny..."

A key member of the Paranormal Bureau stared wide-eyed, his lips almost splitting open.

A dry, whistling laugh escaped his throat; his eyes were unfocused, and he had completely lost his mind.

Amidst the gasps of his companions.

His stiff fingers slowly turned the dark muzzle of the assault rifle, grinning as he pointed it at his unsuspecting comrade beside him!

Just as the out-of-control agent was about to pull the trigger, Li Zhengfeng's pupils contracted sharply.

"spread!"

Li Zhengfeng roared and pounced like a tiger descending a mountain.

Instead of blindly grabbing the gun with his hands, he used the momentum of his forward charge to swing the rifle in his hand and ruthlessly smash the butt of the out-of-control agent's gun into the barrel.

With a loud "clang!", a flash of fire disappeared in the dim ruins as a series of armor-piercing rounds veered off course and swept into the sky, shattering a rotten tree branch overhead.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party lost their balance, Li Zhengfeng twisted his right arm and delivered a powerful chop to the back of the out-of-control agent's neck.

The laughter stopped abruptly, the operative's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

"Quick! Everyone put on your noise-canceling earplugs! Don't listen to that sound!"

Li Zhengfeng dragged the unconscious operative behind cover while yelling furiously into the walkie-talkie.

The shrill, hoarse laughter from the radio continued to echo, making one's eardrums ache, as if countless tiny insects were burrowing into one's skull.

The surrounding teammates turned pale and frantically pulled out silicone earplugs from their tactical backpacks, stuffing them tightly into their ears.

With the earplugs completely sealing the ear canal, the eerie laughter that struck straight to the soul was finally forcibly shut out.

The world returned to a deathly silence.

Li Zhengfeng, supporting himself on his knees, was panting heavily, his face beneath the mask already soaked in cold sweat.

Two agents quickly stepped forward and carried their unconscious comrade to the back of the group.

The team then regained order.

But after this battle, everyone's eyes were filled with a deep sense of apprehension.

Before even meeting the main culprit, they almost lost many men. The methods of this vengeful ghost are truly too bizarre and unpredictable.

"Be on guard, something's coming out!" Luo Qingyan warned coldly.

Everyone followed her gaze.

In the center of the still-bleeding, spinning carousel cabin, strange phenomena were unfolding.

Seven or eight deep red sponge balloons, each about a meter in diameter, seemed to rise from hell, slowly floating to a height of over ten meters. Without any strings attached, they floated defied the laws of physics, emitting a faint yet alluring red glow.

Just as everyone held their breath in anticipation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The red balloons in mid-air suddenly burst at the same time!

The sound it produced was not the crisp sound of a balloon exploding, but rather a dull, muffled sound, similar to the sound of human flesh being forcibly torn apart.

There was no air inside the balloon; instead, as it burst, several wooden puppet monsters, each as tall as an adult, fell out!

These puppets are made entirely of pale, hard wood pieced together. Their faces are painted with crude paint, creating a bizarre clown-like makeup that intertwines crying and mockery, with a creepy smile playing on their lips.

Their joints are all held together by rusted iron wire and bronze chains.

It made a screeching metallic scraping sound when it landed.

"Click-clack...click-clack-clack..."

After the puppet monsters landed, their limbs twisted violently in a reverse-joint folding motion.

With a cracking sound like breaking wooden bones, they launched a frenzied, deadly charge at the special agent team!

"Fire!"

Colonel Li Zhengfeng remained calm under pressure and roared out the order to concentrate fire.

The special operations team displayed iron discipline in an instant.

Agents armed with standard live ammunition formed a defensive line in the inner circle, while agents armed with golden bullets provided alternating cover fire in the outer circle.

"Da da da da da!"

The gun muzzles spat out dazzling tongues of fire, and a dense hail of bullets instantly enveloped the puppet monsters.

Conventional armor-piercing rounds struck the puppet monsters, sending wood chips flying. Although they created deep craters, they could not stop their bizarre and rapid advance.

These demon slaves have no sense of pain and can continue attacking as long as their wooden bodies are not completely shattered.

But the power of the golden bullet was revealed at this moment!

"Bang!"

A golden bullet pierced precisely into the chest cavity of a puppet monster.

The natural insulating properties inherent in pure gold material are instantly activated!

The bullet's high temperature directly interrupted the strange force maintaining the puppet's movement within its body.

"Sizzle—"

The puppet monster let out a piercing scream, and a ghastly green eerie flame ignited inside its chest cavity. Within seconds, it was burned into a pile of black ash that emitted a burnt smell.

The battle reached its climax.

Amidst the hail of bullets, a puppet monster with a missing leg, using the remains of its companion as cover, leaped high into the air, breaking through the barrage of fire, and its sharp wooden claws aimed straight for the throat of an inner circle agent!

The agent was changing a magazine and was about to die on the spot.

"Whoosh!"

A thick, yellowish-brown jet of water shot out from behind like lightning.

【The River of Oblivion and the Weak Water】!

The water arrow struck the puppet monster in mid-air with pinpoint accuracy.

The extremely cold and corrosive water melted away most of the puppet's body upon contact, turning it into a pool of yellow liquid that fell to the ground.

Luo Qingyan withdrew her finger, her expression solemn.

She didn't make frequent moves.

This battle was a "training ground" that she deliberately left for these soldiers.

Only by truly experiencing the brink of life and death, and personally feeling the terrifying defensive capabilities and bizarre methods of these monsters, can these special forces soldiers, accustomed to modern warfare, truly complete their transformation into "anti-paranormal forces."

A few minutes later.

As the last puppet monster was riddled with bullets.

The agents were panting heavily, their faces covered in sweat beneath their gas masks, and their eyes were filled with the joy of surviving a close call.

Only Luo Qingyan's face remained serious.

She looked at the still quiet clown house in front of her, but her eyes grew colder.

she knows.

This operation has only just begun...