He yelled at the communicator for being a fat, bald old man, whom Tom knew because of his bad temper and foul mouth, which was a well-known figure in the Asian dispatch system.

"General Powell, Delta Special Forces Group A Major Tom Brackton was ordered to report!"

Powell dropped the phone, stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, and saw Tom from beginning to end.

Then he looked at these people behind Tom.

"It's you!"

Tom kept his posture upright, "Yes, General. ”

"And who are these people behind you?"

Tom took a step back, let the man behind him out, and then closed his lips without saying a word, not meaning to introduce Powell.

"General, I'm a ...... from the CIA's Asian Intelligence Division"

"Okay! I'm not interested in your names and resumes, I just want to know, where is the information I urgently need?"

"What do you need to know?"

Powell pulled out two photographs from his desk, pinched them with one fat hand, and sent them to two CIA officials, the two people in the photos were close at hand, less than five centimeters from the tip of their noses, "These are these two people, one is called Satan's apostle, and the other is like God's messenger." One is fighting this war in the name of Satan, and the other is only eight years old, cute as an angel, but stubborn as a diamond! Both of them have some bullshit supernatural abilities, and both are separating one side of the forces and carrying out some great conspiracy!"

The CIA officer took a step back, wiped the spit that had been splashed on his face, dragged the photo from Powell's hand, and glanced at it, "The purpose of our visit this time is to contact these two gentlemen, as for more information, General, you need to make a call to the Pentagon and get a higher authorization!"

"Damn, I knew, I knew!" Powell roared like a wounded beast, "Listen, both of these men are extremely dangerous people, both have some incredible abilities, and most importantly, we've been fully sure that they can spread that ability." Do you know what that means? It means like those monsters on the battlefield out there, they can make them in batches, a dozen, like an assembly line in a Coca-Cola factory!"

"The Pentagon is fully aware of their danger, general, this is not your job, your role is a safety valve, and so is your army and your command. ”

Tom had just arrived, and all he could do was watch them get into an increasingly heated argument.

The whole command was noisy like a vegetable market, there was no accuracy and efficiency of the paramilitary units at all, there were many contingencies of all kinds, and soon Powell had no time to argue with the officials of the CIA.

The ongoing war requires a full range of recording, analysis, induction, and archiving, but the current manpower is improvised, and the priority is given to secrecy over professionalism and competence.

"General Shakui Abbas has arrived!"

In the midst of such chaos, I don't know who screamed, and the entire small building fell silent.

Powell rushed out of the building with an extremely rapid pace.

Tom was not slow to react, and followed him to the open space outside.

Two tanks cleared the way, two armored vehicles followed, and a large number of infantry ran forward, guarding a military Humvee in the center.

As the convoy drove into the airport, it was immediately surrounded by personnel and agencies from various countries.

The soldiers dispersed, taking up key positions and starting a cordon, also holding people like Tom behind the blockade.

A black trench coat, with a bright face painted and a pair of black sunglasses, General Shakui Abbas stepped out of the Humvee, followed by a bodyguard in the same outfit.

Tom looked at the protagonist who stirred up the international situation, and thought of those monster soldiers who were not afraid of death on the battlefield and refused to die, and his heart felt cold, and his steps slowed down.

Quietly give up a conspicuous position, hide in the crowd, and observe carefully.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends, welcome to this troubled land!" Shakui Abbas seemed to give an impromptu speech, but his voice was ...... It's weird, like an electronically synthesized falsetto, deep, low, with a little evil trembling.

"For many years, our legitimate rights and interests have been trampled on, our reasonable demands have been flouted, and our righteous calls have been slandered!"

"Now, we've decided to stand up and fight......," he said, suddenly taking off his sunglasses, a pair of dark red eyes flashing with a demonic halo, and exclaiming.

"We have also found the strength to fight until victory!"

"I know what you're here for, and I'm glad and honored to introduce to you the source of power, the great being that gives us strength!"

"Of course, it is not for nothing to want to meet this great being, and you already know what that price is...... Yes, sacrifices, only enough sacrifices will allow this great being to come!"

Tom finally knew why the Pentagon was so restrained in this incident.

After a brief impromptu speech, Shakui Abbas stayed at the airport for an hour, and General Powell and several CIA intelligence officers also disappeared for an hour.

An hour later, a furious General Powell returned and immediately gave a new order.

The order was not to fight Shakui Abbas's forces, but to select the best soldiers and rush to another mysterious location.

Half an hour later, Tom boarded the helicopter again and flew straight to another location where ethnic minority forces gathered.

When he arrived at his destination, he sat in a helicopter and looked down, and at first glance he thought he was above a construction site.

I saw a large number of locals busy on a huge, flat ground, with construction vehicles coming and going, pouring and carving a huge, cumbersome and strange figure on the ground.

"What is this?" asked Tom.

"Who knows what the hell is used to summon Satan or God!"

Tom's lips opened.

The helicopter landed, and many of his colleagues had already arrived first, and the receiving military took Tom and his party to a conference hall and left them alone.

"See, those Chinese have a huge influence here, and they are the ones who are secretly supporters here, so we are here on other people's turf, and we are all ......smart for a while," General Powell said.

The Chinese gathered, the Americans gathered, Britain, Germany, France, the five major powers all came together.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a large group of men and women in strange uniforms, Gong Wei, a little boy who looked to be only eight or nine years old, entered the conference hall.

"God, he...... He's ......."

"Young, right?"

"Shh

Tian Tian came to the center of the conference hall, glanced at the people with different expressions, and said with a small face: "Everyone, I already know your intentions, I'm sorry, we also need tickets." ”

"Rest assured, no one will lose their lives, and the energy needed to summon the gods will be shared by many, many volunteers!"

"Now, if you want to join, you must provide at least 100 volunteers, I promise, they will only be weak and will give a certain amount of vitality...... You have 48 hours to think about it. ”