The gears of time passed without anyone noticing, and after Japan's nightmarish experience, the world was immersed in a peaceful atmosphere.
People are still fighting where they should be fighting, and people are still making trouble where they should be making trouble. Every day there are new things for humans to worry about, and every day there are new tasks waiting for people to complete.
Three months passed in a blink of an eye...
Haozi and Tiechui’s “annual leave” is over. They returned to their posts and lived a quiet and boring life without Xu Zhe.
Because her whereabouts were exposed, the mother-in-law finally returned to her homeland after more than 40 years, but at the same time she also received the news of the death of the thief. Tired of the boring open and secret struggles between countries, she resigned from her job as an intelligence agent without any regrets when she reached retirement age, and disappeared in the vast sea of people with the government allowance.
Although Alice left Japan, her mission was not over and her war had to continue.
The most worrying person, Xu Zhe, has lost all news since then. No one has ever seen him again, whether in Country Z or Japan. It seems that he has completely evaporated from the face of the earth, or that such a person has never existed...
I have never heard of anyone causing trouble for Baigui again. For a while, the founding group was running smoothly like a well-oiled machine. They made large purchases and acquisitions one after another, as if they were going to use the economy to swallow up the human world
No matter what happened yesterday, today will still happen at its own pace...
In the early morning, the brightest sun in the world rises slowly from the horizon of the African grassland. Excited impalas jump in groups across the primitive land, and the lions crawling on the huge rock platform slowly open their big brown eyes, looking down at the new day of their own kingdom.
The cheetahs here are faster than cars, the migration of buffaloes here is more spectacular than the flow of people in a crowded city, and the crocodiles here are always lurking in the pools, waiting for their prey to arrive like demons.
Such an environment is definitely not a place that modern humans who have lost their animal nature can set foot in. Because here, even a wild dog can kill the so-called white-collar workers who can only scream.
But some humans have found their own narrow space here, inheriting the technology passed down by their ancestors and surviving to this day.
Their black skin seemed to be the result of being baked by the scorching sun. The weak ones knew how to live in groups like wolves, which they called a tribe.
The new story also begins in an unknown African country, a tribe called Nata...
The habit of getting up at sunrise makes the early morning an alarm clock for the men in the tribe to go out hunting, while the women will do housework and take care of the children at home, repeating the same cycle without any change.
But today, something seemed different? The sun had already heated the earth, but the Nata tribe was still quiet, with no one working.
Everyone gathered in the village square. Normally, everyone would gather like this when the chief had something important to announce. But at this moment, the strange thing was that even the chief stood in the crowd. In front of him, on the half-meter-high podium made of stones, stood a person that no one knew.
Although he has the same black skin as everyone else, he cannot give people a sense of intimacy. Perhaps it is because of the AK47 machine gun he holds high in his hand and the steely expression on his face.
The sturdy body and the scar running from the forehead to the side of the face are the symbols of a mighty warrior in Africa.
In the crowd, the men tried to stand in front of their wives and children, doing their best to protect their families, as if they could guess the worst outcome.
After all, the dozens of guys in green military uniforms surrounding the crowd were all holding deadly guns, and their guns were pointed at the unarmed tribal villagers.
There were also soldiers standing on the three Hummer jeeps parked on the side, taking aim, but they were using the Squad 60 large-caliber machine guns.
Fear spread among the crowd like a virus. Many children couldn't help crying, but their mothers covered their mouths with their hands, so they could only shed tears silently.
"Bayi..." An old man in the crowd walked up to the crowd, leaning on an old wooden stick. His face was full of wrinkles, and the various strange ornaments hanging around his neck distinguished him from ordinary villagers. The burly men and ignorant women around him all looked at him with great respect, because he was the most noble chief of the tribe. "You traitor to the gods, you were driven out of the tribe three years ago. What? Now you come back here with these blasphemous weapons, aren't you afraid of the punishment of 'Sigao'?!"
"Don't talk to me about those useless gods. I've had enough of them." Looking at the chief in front of him with contempt, Bayi on the stone platform spat disdainfully and stepped into the noble stone slabs with his feet. "Look around you, what has the god we believe in given us? Disease, drought, poverty, hunger... Have you seen the outside world? Do you know how many people on the earth die every day due to obesity? Do you know how many guys would rather rescue pets than give us even a bottle of tap water? You know nothing... ignorant old man."
"No matter what, this is not an excuse for you to blaspheme the God. Take your people and leave our pure land as soon as possible. You are not welcome here." The chief scolded seriously, as if he was scolding his own child.
"I am no longer the Bayi of the past." He pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and pointed the muzzle at the chief's forehead. He pulled the trigger coldly, and Bayi's strong arms reduced the recoil to the minimum. The bullet pierced the chief's head without deviation, leaving a clear trail of blood. The old man who had just been dignified and unyielding fell down. "I have received the help of the 'gods'. This land is now dominated by me. Resistance will only lead to death."
The chief's death stimulated the sinking crowd. The men could no longer bear it and picked up their homemade weapons, roaring and rushing towards the stone platform. There was no court in the primitive village, but everyone knew that blood debts could only be repaid with blood...
"What a bunch of ignorant fools... Kill them." He sighed and gave the order. In an instant, the square was filled with the sound of gunfire.
The roar of the people was completely drowned out by the fierce gunfire. The men's pace became slower and slower until the last man fell. There was not even a single Avenger who could touch the corner of Bayi's clothes.
The square where more than 300 villagers had gathered just now was now filled with piles of corpses, with blood slowly spreading out from the crowd. No matter what skin color they were, they all shed hot red blood, a truly interesting "commonality".
When the gunfire stopped, the killers' wanton laughter could be heard. They had no regrets about the loss of life, but only love for the new guns in their hands, as if they had obtained a very interesting toy.
I don’t know whether they are cruel or ignorant
He jumped off the stone platform and walked straight towards the pile of corpses. Even though his military boots were covered in the blood of his fellow tribesmen, Bayi still did not retreat at all.
From under several bodies whose appearances were unrecognizable, he picked up the wooden staff that only the chief could own. It had been passed down for hundreds of years and witnessed the entire history of the entire tribe, but this ruthless massacre became its last memory.
"Rotten things should die, and we also possess great power." With a single force, the wooden stick in his hand broke into two pieces.
Bayi gazed at the sun in the distance and always felt that it was closer to this land than usual.
No one would react to this kind of massacre. The international community has too many things to worry about. An ordinary racial fight, should it be taken for granted here
But the tentacles of the hundred ghosts have unknowingly extended to this land that has never been set foot on...
The first to notice them were not the human world, but another group of people living higher up.
An unprecedented secret meeting began in a completely dark space...
"The situation is getting out of control. This catastrophe that was meant for humanity is now being directed at us..."
"Someone must stop it. If it continues to develop, the three realms will be completely destroyed..."
"The wait-and-see agreement is now equivalent to a suicide collar. God should return to the human world to personally destroy the demons and save those ignorant people, as well as us who are high above."
"Everyone, please remember that chaos is not what we want to see. If we directly participate in the war, the result will only be that the world will be reduced to ruins."
"What should we do? Should we just watch the Nine-Tailed Fox and his men prepare to slaughter the gods? If we die, the human world controlled by them won't survive for long. It would be better for us to take action directly. Even if the human world is completely destroyed, we can just create a new batch of living beings, right? We already have the ability to do this..."
"Forget it, leave this matter to me." A voice came from the darkness, and the majestic attitude made the other gods temporarily stop their meaningless arguments.
Suddenly, in the dark space, a bright light descended from the sky, and a familiar figure stood in the center of the light.
Black lace bubble skirt, doll-like delicate face, the god of death in the underworld of Country Z is also very famous here.
"King of Hell, are you ready?" In the darkness, the voice that had just silenced everyone else asked softly.
"Yes, Jade Emperor, I am willing to serve you at any time." The King of Hell expressed his loyalty by kneeling respectfully.
"Very good, go down to the human world, ignore any wait-and-see agreement, select creatures you think can help, and use all means to destroy the Nine-Tailed Fox's plan. Don't care about different skin colors and cultures, you can make deals with them in the name of the gods. We just need to see the results..." The Jade Emperor's words were orders.
“Yes, but the person my subordinates need the most may not be interested in making a deal with God anymore.” The familiar figure emerged in the King of Hell’s mind.
"Yours is Xu Zhe, right..." Suddenly, the Jade Emperor paused, sighed helplessly, "Try to obey him as much as possible, and any conditions we can do can be used as a trade. Even if it means asking for him to be promoted to the immortal class, or to get the goddess he wants... we can consider it."
"As you command..." He slowly backed out of the meeting room led by the gods. In fact, the King of Hell wanted to tell the Jade Emperor that not everyone can be bribed with things...