Amritsar, Sikh holy city, Punjab, India, October 2047.

Pan Shenji Demon looked at the obese and abnormal figure in front of him, and pouted helplessly.

The big fat man with a blue cloth belt on his head looked like he was more than 300 pounds, his face was full of sweat and dripping down, the flesh on his face was crowded together, he could hardly see his eyes and nose, and he had a simple and lovely smile on his mouth, and he was distributing steamed rice to the poor for free.

Everyone who received the gift nodded and bent down, and all expressed their gratitude sincerely: "Thank you, Master Singh!

After waiting for more than an hour, when all the food was distributed and there was no one else, Pan Shenji Demon stepped forward and sneered: "Sikhism is famous for its penance and frugality, and as far as you can see, there is only one case of a fat-brained disciple like you, right?"

The fat man looked back and smiled: "If you don't disguise it like this, my body is not easy to hide." Pan Shen, is it the only way to find me? After all, the Shadow Troupe is the only one with the same interests!"

Pan Shen Demon smiled: "Yes, Sokal, I can only get high when I'm with you." You know how to do psychics, just in time to help me. ”

The Warden Sokal's face twitched, and he sneered, "Why don't you go find those three guys?"

Pan Divine Demon shook his head and said, "Forget it, those three guys only listen to Lord Amani's orders, and they won't take us seriously."

Sokal, I want to retrieve the remains of Ah Miao and the beast, and it's up to you to do that. ”

Sokal didn't hesitate: "No problem. But where do we start?"

Pan Shenji Demon looked up at the east and said with a cruel smile: "Since some reptiles have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, then let's have a good time with them!"

Go to America first!"

......

December 2049. New York, USA.

It's the Christmas holiday, and Times Square is full of people to enjoy the strong Christmas atmosphere.

Suddenly, the iconic giant display screen in Times Square blurred and distorted the advertising image that had been playing, revealing a skeletal face.

Not only that, but all of New York, and indeed all of the United States, all public video devices appeared at the same time.

The face smiled slightly, more and more like a skull, and then a shocking word came out of the skull's mouth: "Merry Christmas, you lowly creatures!"

That's right, I'm what you call an alien. A year and a half ago, you had the privilege of witnessing a miraculous battle, and you must be no stranger to us.

You won the big battle by luck. The winner is the king and the loser is Kou, which originally had nothing to say. In that battle, we lost three of our comrades, but we wanted to give peace and burial to our fallen comrades, the most basic etiquette and dignity in the universe that were denied by some human destruction.

I'm here to ask you, is this how you humans treat the dead in battle?

I, with all my might, found only a mangled body. And two, where the hell are they? I think some of you who saw this picture knew very well.

If there is a friendlier way of communication, or if some people are smart enough, I don't want to disturb your Christmas holidays.

Not much nonsense. From now on, every hour, my companion will attack a random city, and I'm sure you'll know in an hour what he's doing.

This attack will continue until Your Excellency the President personally places the bodies of our two companions in front of the Washington Monument.

Now, the game begins!"

White House.

Before Pan's generous speech was over, the president's staff had begun urgent consultations.

"Go and find out, where is that alien? How could he cut into so many display devices at the same time, focusing on the various signal transmitting base stations!" a middle-aged man with black hair yelled into the phone in his hand.

Mrs. Caroline, the president of the United States at the time, was worried and asked the people on the sidelines: "Could it be a terrorist organization?"

The person who was questioned was the deputy director of the CIA, and he said anxiously: "My wife, unless that guy deliberately disguises himself like this, according to the information we have at hand, especially the repeated explanations of the God Butcher Group, as long as you encounter a thin white man with skull tattoos all over his face, and his arrogant attitude is extremely arrogant, it must be Pan Shenji, a member of the Guardians."

Your Excellency President, have you forgotten what happened to Kadena Base so quickly?"

Another staff member shouted, "Warden, my God." Why don't you contact Solomon and ask him for help from the God Slayer!"

Another staff member said quickly: "I'm already in contact." However, it is said that the God Butcher Regiment is currently training in retreat for the final battle, and no one knows where they are!"

One of the generals said in a deep voice, "What then, do you do what the alien says?"

......

Just when everyone was arguing about it like ants on a hot pot, an old man in black who had been sitting quietly in the corner stood up, walked to the round table and smiled: "Hehe, what a joke, how can we in the United States be frightened by a few aliens? What happened to the watchman? Didn't three die more than a year ago?"

Excellency the President, gentlemen, these are real aliens, an opportunity that we can all witness with our own eyes, but that mankind has never encountered since the dawn of time.

Everyone, think about it, we are the only ones in the world who have an alien corpse. Not only the corpses, but also the wreckage of their belongings, we also have some. With all this, there is no guarantee that the United States' science and technology will be at least 300 years ahead of other countries!

Please think about it again, why are these people like God Butcher and Solomon above us, why do we unconsciously feel inferior to those people when we see them? Is it as if we are facing a god when we see them?

That's because life has evolved, guys!

That's right, everything is because of the evolution of life. Aliens, Wardens, God Slayers, Knights of Punishment, their abilities, their bearings, their charisma, and most importantly, their longevity!

There is no pain, no sickness, no aging, not even death!

Ladies and gentlemen, isn't that tempting enough, isn't it worth it for everything?

And all this, the aliens will not give it to us, and what kind of global elite selection is the God Butcher Group is engaged in, it must not be our share. If we want to get this, we have to rely on ourselves!

Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, we happen to have in our hands a key that can lead to the door of eternal life. And this key is now in the department I am in charge of: Area 52!

It's up to you!"