The coffee in the cup wafts with a rich aroma.

The sky was not yet bright, there were still faint echoes of gunfire outside the camp, and the lead-blue sky occasionally flickered, and Marshall, who was stationed at the Los Angeles military base, sat in front of the camp tent, looking at the hanging map, and his hair was all white.

Since the death of Jayden Anchoron, he has been under a spell, first the failure of the Heaven's Gate project, which led to the emergence of otherworldly invaders who destroyed Los Angeles, and if it were not for the active counterattack, the repulsion of the enemy, and the network that he had run in the military for many years, he was spared the danger of court-martial.

Later, the Anchorton Company was shut down for experimenting with humans, but Natalie Anchoron, Jayden's sister, secretly accepted funding from the islanders to continue her research and development.

This is not a good thing for Marshall, who wants to calm everything down as soon as possible, so he has no choice but to authorize a person named Smith to take his test specimens to destroy Anchoron's secret laboratory and demonstrate his abilities to Congress and the White House.

However, in the past few days, he finally knew from the mouth of a man named Kane what the purpose of the other party's test was, and the image of the enemy holding the otherworldly enemy and facing the nuclear bomb still vaguely appeared in his mind from time to time.

If that Chinese man hadn't died, what would have it been......

Unfortunately, the other party did not die, and the Smith and Kane who were sent, as well as more than two hundred clones, lost contact before nightfall.

And everywhere, especially around Los Angeles, there have been a large number of horrific incidents of resurrection of the dead..... which are intertwined one by one, making his head almost explode.

He looked at the map marked with red arrows, and behind him was a table with a combat deployment plan, and a document with a silver shield and the bald eagle logo was placed there.

Soon, several men in suits were invited in by the guards, looking serious but maintaining a polite attitude, and Smith asked them to sit down, "Why not the FBI come over, it's their business." ”

"Everywhere are the undead of the Indians, and as the top of the regular guard force, their duty should be to be outside, fighting those disgusting monsters, and defending beautiful America. ”

One of them, a tall, thin middle-aged man with a calm bearing, shook Marshall's hand: "And it's better for us CIA to do this kind of thing, what do you think?"

"Let's get to the point. The old man withdrew his hand and sat back, in fact, he didn't pay too much attention to who came, but the CIA, as an intelligence department, was inactive in the United States, but the appearance at this time showed that the White House attached great importance to two things, which made him feel like a man.

After an almost formulaic greeting of meeting, hearing the old man's words, the CIA man got straight to the point.

"Smith and the clone in his hand have lost contact, the Congress is very worried about this problem, this time, we want to learn a little bit from you, and at the same time, mobilize a group of forces......"

Only fools will be sent to death...... Marshall snorted, pondered for a while, and looked solemn: "The CIA is an intelligence department, and it has the right to investigate these, and I will give convenience to the detailed situation, and I have also sent a group of personnel to monitor it, as for the mobilization of a group of soldiers, ....."

He said lightly: "There are ...... resurrections of the dead in various places, I'm sorry, my soldiers in Los Angeles are involved, and there are no extra people to draw." ”

The two looked at each other for a while, then laughed, and several CIA people got up: "Then thank you General Marshall for your intelligence help." ”

He took the intelligence information handed over and turned to leave.

After the people left, it didn't take long for a soldier to hurry over outside, "The information soldier who was monitoring the group of Chinese people died one ...... Here's the intelligence gathered. ”

"...... I killed a god. Marshall took the piece of information, looked at the translated passage on it, the paper was trembling slightly, whether it was true or not, but what is the difference between being able to survive the nuclear explosion and shuttle back from the other world?

"Sometimes, there's no shame in holding back..... God will forgive me. ”

Looking at the gradually brightening sky, he felt a little happy in his heart.

The sun pierced the clouds and shone into the window lattice.

The soft quilt was lifted, and the woman with somewhat messy hair sat up, and under the blinking eyelashes, she looked at the man who was still sleeping next to her, and her cheeks flushed with shyness.

Pressing the edge of the bed, he gently put down his feet, put on his slippers, and walked a little awkward between his legs, staggering to the bathroom and gently closing the door.

The sound of the shower came, and the sun shone on Xia Yi's face, and then he opened his eyes, and the 'Nine Masters' outside the window fell, pecking at the glass with a bird's beak, and then let out a "quack-" like a laugh, spread his wings and flew away.

Xia Yi leaned on the head of the bed and saw a box of cigarettes on the bedside table next to him at some point, which was a domestic brand, the kind he smoked when he entered the venue.

Although it is cheap, it is impossible to buy it in the United States.

Hearing the sound of the shower in the bathroom, there was a faint sound of a woman humming happily, Xia Yi smiled, took a cigarette and put it to his mouth, the skin of his fingertips cracked, and he touched the cigarette butt lightly, and the green smoke floated up.

"It's still the life here, it's the life of people...... Under the waterfall, I feel like I'm really about to become a monk. ”

Killed through the Northern Continent in one go, and the royal family and gods fell at his feet, but after the battle, the hesitation of losing his goal made him feel depressed for a while, after all, he was not a native of another world, and it was impossible to integrate into that social form in just a few months.

Back to the present, at least there are good brothers, subordinates, and friends around me, as well as women and ..... who love them, as well as relatives who are far away in China.

These are his own fetters, if he reacted quickly enough that day and rushed to the sky to seize the fleeting opportunity, Xia Yi didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him if he missed that opportunity.

....... should be going crazy.

He thought.

The cigarette butt was extinguished, the bathroom door was opened, Jiang Yu was draped in a bath towel, sitting not far away, holding a hair dryer and blowing wet hair, occasionally the eyes of the two were intertwined, and there was indescribable tenderness.

On the street outside the building, the noisy sound of cars came, and soon, there was a knock on the door of Xia Yi's room, and the fat man shouted outside: "Lao Yi, Xiao Yu, have you woken up?"

"What's the matter?"

Xia Yi got out of bed, Jiang Yu over there put down the hair dryer in his hand, picked up the clothes on the ground, helped the man put them on, and ran into the bathroom with his dress in his arms, poking his head out: "Brother Yi go open the door, you guys talk about things, I'll dress up inside." ”

"Hmm. Xia Yi smiled and nodded, didn't put on a coat, went straight to open the door, Zhao Dezhu clenched his fist and smashed it in his palm, and was anxiously turning around in circles in the corridor outside.

Seeing the brother standing at the door, he hurriedly stepped up: "Lao Yi, there are a lot of Mi people outside, it seems that they don't want us to leave, and they want to take away the woman named Natalie, and the dog girl and the magnetic king are negotiating with them." ”

Xia Yi frowned: "Go down and take a look." ”

As for the weapons hanging on the walls of the room, he didn't take any of them, and these ordinary people, and even some of the supernaturals, were not worthy of his weapons now.

Walking down the stairs, the sound of Guo Manyuan arguing with people gradually became clear, and other people came in the corridor.

The agents of the Commuter Bureau here, Xian Xia Yi and them went down one step later, and turned around and said: "We will solve it, don't make a ...... move"

"As much as possible. ”

At the same time that Xia Yi opened his mouth to answer, Gongsun Zhi also said these two words at the same time, and as he walked downstairs, the dispute turned into a quarrel, and someone pulled out a gun.