National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"This...how can you be sure that the novel was written by him?" Zhang Yang did not rule out the possibility of having the same name and surname. After all, Long Country is so big, with a population of more than one billion.

"Ah, isn't "Dongfang Tianhen" him? I always thought that "Dongfang Tianhen" was "Ye Dong." Edison disagreed.

"Anyway, the real Ye Dong must have traveled through time. As for the novel, we have no way of checking its release date now." Zhang Yang sorted out his thoughts.

"This Ye Dong is very mysterious. We don't know much about him. Even our boss doesn't know if he has ever seen him." When talking about Ye Dong, Monica also became serious.

As the first time traveler, Ye Dong had different information and timeline from them.

No one has investigated what happened during that period and what Ye Dong experienced.

"At present, we only know that the [Red Society] is suspected to be the force founded by Ye Dong during his lifetime, but he has never appeared. He may be dead or missing." Monica's curved eyebrows were slightly closer, with a beautiful filter under the light.

There are many cases of deaths of time travelers. Many time travelers were sacrificed in Darkvis alone.

"Dead? That shouldn't be possible." Zhang Yang personally didn't want to believe it. If that were the case, wouldn't Lazy Sheep cry to death?

But if Ye Dong was still alive, where would he be? Even Darkvis couldn't find him.

Damn it, I couldn’t find him before I traveled through time, and I still can’t see him after I traveled through time.

……

Judgment Main City——Fallen Cherry Street.

On the bustling street, a thin newspaper boy was moving among the crowd.

Her slightly messy short hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and her eyes were bright and clear.

"Newspaper seller! The great pioneer is actually a nine-tailed fox undercover! Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?"

The boy was wearing neat and clean clothes, with a large newspaper bag slung across his shoulder and a newspaper waving in his hand.

"Give me one." A man in a deerstalker hat walked toward him.

"Okay, 10 bucks."

After the transaction was completed, the man took the newspaper and sat down in the shaded area next to the newsstand.

The man had a cigarette in his mouth and was reading with great interest, his eyes moving comfortably between the lines.

[Exposure! Justin Pioneer is actually a member of the Nine-Tailed Fox! How many more undercover agents are there? 】

[The firewood is being drained from under the cauldron! A large number of high-precision scientific and technological drawings have been lost, and the scientific research team members have been collectively poisoned, with more than half of the people dead! ]

[Come and go freely, the little hero "Beria", play with the Judgment Patrol, and speed through the TV station in 5 hours! ]

……

The towering TV station is like a magnificent artistic monument, shining brightly in the sun.

The huge glass curtain wall is like a huge mirror, reflecting the prosperity and vitality of the city.

top layer.

Lei Zhe walked slowly over and reported the situation to the first person on the throne of power.

"Report, the Heart of Africa... has been lost." Rezhe Williams, blaming himself, did not dare to look up, for he knew that it was his fault for not doing his job well.

"Lost." The chief seat's expression showed no emotion, he uttered the two words calmly.

For a moment, a myriad of images seemed to float through his mind, and he thought of countless possible outcomes.

"The Soul Disaster is coming. Without the Heart of Africa, our efforts will be in vain."

The chief did not blame Lei Zhe. He sighed to himself, with a long-lost look of vicissitudes on his face.

……

The vast desert is like a golden ocean, with rolling sand dunes shining brightly under the scorching sun. Strong winds whistle from time to time, raising dust all over the sky.

Deep in this desolate desert, there is a forgotten city.

The ancient city walls became dilapidated due to the erosion of wind and sand, the city was silent and the houses were dilapidated.

The streets were covered with thick dust, with the occasional stone carved by the wind lying quietly there.

This forgotten city, like a pearl in the desert, watches the passage of time lonely and mysteriously.

ding ding ding...

The sound of footsteps on irons came rhythmically from far away.

The medical man in the basement glanced at the entrance.

He was wearing a white medical uniform, but his skin color was the purest black.

He had a mask on his face and a pair of black square-framed glasses covering his eyes, and he was staring straight at the test tube in his hand.

"Who are you? Why didn't you knock before coming in?" the black doctor asked.

"Boss, we did it!" The other party ignored him and rushed excitedly deeper into the room.

Deeper inside the room, there were fewer petri dishes and medical equipment, but instead piles of documents and whiteboards.

There is a huge LCD screen on the wall, which displays various high-precision technical drawings in real time.

Sitting on the chair was a man with a cold face. He was the "boss" the other party called.

"Joseph, I didn't expect you to come back alive." The man turned around while sitting in the automatic chair.

"Look!" The thing in Joseph's hand was none other than the carabiner that was lost in the auction incident!

"Very good, is there anything unusual on the road?" The man picked up the carabiner and put it to his mouth and sniffed it.

"Don't worry, boss. I didn't detect any unusual smell." Joseph guaranteed confidently.

"Ah... It's the scent of Hecate." The boss smelled the carabiner in his hand, and his expression could only be described as perverted.

He is very content now, very content.

"By the way, Blaise is in that state, can he be saved?" Joseph asked with a little embarrassment.

"And why...is he not dead yet?"

"Hmph, do you think the medicines we developed are just for show?" The boss turned towards the table, and the automatic chair made a smooth rolling sound.

At this moment, his gaze happened to be directed at the medical platform in front of him.

Above are petri dishes of various colors and neatly sealed test tubes labeled with different terms.

"Is this... really so magical?" Joseph raised his eyebrows, obviously skeptical.

"You don't have to worry about so much. When you are in danger, we will naturally take care of you." The boss didn't explain and just evaded the question.

"We lost so many operators this time, it really hurt us a lot."

"The soul disaster is about to come, so we can try its power." The boss then raised the mountaineering buckle in his hand.

"But, we still don't know where Hecate will spawn, right?" Joseph said worriedly as he followed behind the boss.

"Don't worry about it, someone will take care of it!"

"Yes." Joseph knew he had said the wrong thing and retreated in shame.

"Larry, how are you doing lately?" As soon as the boss spoke to the doctor, his serious face immediately became kind.

"I feel pretty good. My condition has recovered to its peak." The black doctor paused and replied after thinking seriously.

"That's good, keep up the good work!"

"Are you really going to use these to do good things?"

"Of course! Do I look like a bad guy?" The man smiled, opened his arms, stood up and hugged the black doctor.

"Thanks, I will definitely work hard."

After the man's face passed over the black man's neck, his lips made the word "nigger".