Operation Red Book

Dark clouds filled the sky, lightning and thunder roared, the wind rolled the clouds, and strange phenomena appeared in the sky...

But no one, whether at the Chinese dock or in London, seemed to notice what was happening here.

The Chinese market was ablaze with flames, and the sounds of whipping, scolding and wailing continued.

No one had the mood or time to check out the darkness around the corner.

Or rather, no one saw it at all.

There was silence all around, with only the rumbling thunder and the crackling lightning.

Jasper slowly floated down from mid-air, his slender legs quietly stepping on the gravel-covered cobblestone road.

Before my eyes was yellow smoke that lingered for a long time, with peaks of broken walls and ruins peeking out from it.

Half of the wall opposite collapsed, and the spider-web-like cracks disappeared. The lights of London were no longer blocked and came in easily.

Jasper had no interest in the exposed night view of London. He curled his lips, took two steps forward, and stepped on the nearest red wall tile.

Yellow smoke floated in the air, without a trace of movement.

Deathly peaceful, this is Jasper's favorite atmosphere.

He squinted his eyes and looked for a long time, as if he was admiring the trophy he had worked so hard for, or as if he was thinking about how to deal with this troublesome prey.

After a while, he sighed, slowly moved forward and sniffed.

The yellow smoke wrapped around the tip of Jasper's tall and proud nose, curling into his nasal cavity.

Ordinary people would be so afraid of not being able to dodge such smoke and dust that they would choke on it.

But Jasper seemed to be appreciating a wisp of delicious fragrance, wishing to use all his senses to feel, touch, and penetrate...

“Ha…hahaha…hahahahaha…”

He suddenly laughed, wildly and arrogantly, as if he had discovered the most unsightly secret in the world.

He threw his head back, covered his face with his hands, and laughed.

No one knows why he is laughing. It is not so easy to guess the intentions of a demon...

But does such an unbridled and intuitive smile mean that he has completely let down his guard?

Ivy thought so, so she took action at this time.

Suddenly, large silver-white flashes appeared in the yellow smoke, from left to right, from top to bottom, like a silver-white python swimming freely.

The silvery-white light shone through the yellow smoke, becoming brighter and more urgent.

Finally, with two "whoosh" sounds of air stirring, the white "silver snake" finally poked its head out from the yellow smoke.

The "Silver Snake" swung its body wantonly and shook hard towards the huge black body.

"Zi la la-"

The piercing electric tongue wraps around the skin, releasing its own energy.

Ivy hid in the dark, listening carefully to the crackling sound of the electric current.

She was secretly delighted and immediately wanted to pull back the electric whip and swing it out again.

Unexpectedly, the electric whip did not pull back into the hand as easily as imagined, but instead stretched into a straight line, passing through the yellow smoke to the darkness, all the way to Jasper's palm.

"What's going on?" Ivy frowned.

"Ha ha……"

The hoarse voice sounded again, almost piercing Ivy's eardrums.

"Do you think all demons are trash?"

"not good!"

Ivy was startled and quickly let go of the handle of the electric whip.

Unexpectedly, the silver-white color on the whip rope was completely occupied by blue and white in the blink of an eye, and the blue and white electric current jumped onto Ivy's arm like a lit bomb fuse.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

The blue and white lightning was like a firework in the night sky, quickly igniting Ivy's whole body.

She cried out in pain to the sky, and the yellow smoke dissipated.

"I've already discovered your little tricks, hehe..."

"Since you've come to me, I won't show you mercy anymore..."