Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"Humph……"

She let out a cold laugh through the smoke.

The bomb dug a large crater in the grass, and amidst the ruins—Naya wiped the dust off her skirt armor and raised her finger.

Strands of hair floated around her, like invisible hands pulling at the souls of the dead. Disappointed, she framed her eyes with her fingertips, and right in the center was the distant city of Shenzhen.

“I once said that if you didn’t hand over Naling to me within three days, I would raze this place to the ground… It seems that in the end, I’m the one who broke my promise.” Naya couldn’t help but laugh. She could already imagine what this sinful city would look like when it turned into a sea of ​​fire and a graveyard for millions of people.

“Of course, I’ll take you with me too,” Lefie said to Naya from the depths of his consciousness.

"As your second personality, let me do whatever dirty tricks you want. You just stay as glamorous and lovable as ever. How about it, little fairy?"

"..." Naya looked at the fearless Lefie and said nothing. The crimes she had committed were also inextricably linked to her—was this also a form of turning a blind eye?

"Cheer up, we're just going to set off a bigger firework." After saying that, "Naya" was enveloped in flowing light energy and slowly rose into the air.

Here, you can see a corner of the vast city of Shenzhen.

And the people in the city who knew nothing about it.

……

at this time.

Shenzhen, Sunset Building.

“Something’s not right, something’s very wrong.” The young man who had just been summoned placed a stack of documents in front of Karl, his face grave.

"Small-scale fighting has broken out in the suburbs, but the higher-ups haven't informed us of it yet; they probably only found out about it recently."

"Is the location where Miss is now safe?" After glancing around casually, Karl's first thought was still about An Han's safety.

"Miss An's villa has undergone military-grade reinforcement and renovation, but it probably still wouldn't be able to withstand indiscriminate bombardment..." the young man said.

"Why is this little girl arguing with me after she got lost?" Karl said anxiously, then put his hands on his hips and went to the window to look at the traffic below.

"Butler Karl, don't be so quick to draw conclusions. Perhaps nothing will happen at all? Even if something does, the military will handle it, right?" Seeing the young man's smugness, Karl shook his head, signaling him to continue monitoring An Han's movements. He then put on his coat, intending to go outside first.

This matter initially seemed insignificant to Karl. However, after his encounters with people like Xiao Junyao, everything began to change. Karl, who had always scoffed at ghosts and spirits, began to feel a deep sense of unease.

Who could have imagined that the Deer Clan, who had disappeared from the annals of history, would suddenly reappear in their surroundings and quietly integrate into society, becoming a member of the human community?

I walked from the Sunset Building to the entrance of the "New Era Art Museum" and rang the doorbell. However, no one answered.

It seems Xiao Junyao is not in the store.

To confirm, Carl walked around the shop again. To his great disappointment, the door was tightly shut, showing no sign of having been opened. Not only that, but even the signboards usually used to inform customers were nowhere to be seen, as if the place had been deserted for a long time.

Where did Miss Xiao go?

At this moment, Carl was filled with regret, blaming himself for not asking Xiao Junyao for her contact information back then, which made it so difficult for him to talk to her now.

At the distant crossroads, the faint wail of an ambulance could be heard—the vehicle had sped all the way from the suburbs to this point, and was now only a few hundred meters away from the city hospital.

"Her vital signs are almost gone, get me a vasoconstrictor!" The military doctor was alarmed as he watched Na Ling's heart rate slow down.

Sterile gauze could not conceal the shocking wounds on her shoulder and abdomen. Two blood transfusion bags on one side were almost empty, yet Na Ling was still in critical condition.

"We're here!" someone shouted. The military doctor instinctively pushed open the back door of the ambulance and quickly moved her out of the vehicle. He then pushed the stretcher towards the emergency room of the city hospital.

Zhao Lin, in the other ambulance, was in no better condition. The medical staff surrounding her hurriedly entered the emergency room through the fast track.

Everything happened so fast that even now, Bald Qiang's mind is still in a state of chaos and he is finding it difficult to calm down.

He stared blankly at the emergency room door, its red warning lights flashing continuously. His fingers traced patterns on his phone screen; the number he knew by heart was right there, yet he hesitated to press the dial button. After all, far too long had passed since he last dialed that number…

The city before him, a city he once knew so well, was now unrecognizable. Skyscrapers had sprung up uncontrollably, and the streets were bustling with traffic and people. But this prosperous scene felt so foreign to him. He felt like a traveler lost in a time tunnel, unable to find his way home.

He didn't belong here, so he was afraid.

But when he thought of Zhao Lin's horribly disfigured face, Bald Qiang ultimately chose to compromise. At this moment, besides her, he really couldn't think of anyone else who could help him.

In the past, he had been able to overcome all sorts of hardships and obstacles in life with ease. But now, this unprecedented sense of helplessness has left this middle-aged man utterly exhausted.

Twenty minutes later, a completely black business sedan came to a smooth stop in front of the hospital.

The car door opened, and a woman dressed in a business suit stepped out of the driver's seat. She looked around, her gaze falling on the prominent sign above the hospital entrance and the surrounding architectural layout, silently memorizing this information.

The driver, who was supposed to be driving, unexpectedly sat in the passenger seat. He rolled down the window, craned his neck, and shouted to the woman who had just gotten out of the car, "Ms. Zhu, you could even turn down such an important client meeting, but today you came rushing over just because a stranger called?"

Hearing the driver's question, the woman paused slightly, but quickly resumed her normal pace. Through the half-open car door, she said softly, "An old friend of mine, whom I've known for many years, has suddenly run into some trouble. It's quite urgent, so I had to come and check on him. You don't need to wait for me; I can take a taxi home myself later." After saying that, she ignored the driver and walked straight towards the hospital entrance.

Julie hurried down the pristine white corridor. Finally, at the end of the corridor, she saw him—surrounded by several doctors.

Bald Qiang was extremely busy, repeatedly signing his name on paper. He also kept asking the doctors all sorts of questions, looking rather disheveled.

Unconsciously, his gaze drifted across the white ocean and landed on Julie not far away. Their eyes met, and both read surprise in each other's eyes.

Julie stood still, then stretched out her hands toward Bald Qiang, palms up, as if she wanted to express something, but in the end she only opened her mouth.

Seeing old friends again, I missed them terribly.

……

In the elevator lobby, an old vending machine creaked and groaned. Julie bent down and picked up two bottles of soda that had been dispensed from the dispenser.

Bald Qiang, leaning against the machine, held a freshly printed bill, his face full of worry. His bald head looked particularly glaring under the incandescent light, and his tightly furrowed brows never relaxed.

Seeing this, Julie walked up to him, handed him one of the bottles of soda, and stood beside him.

"Alright, I'll figure out how to handle the money. Tell me what happened first."

Upon hearing this, Bald Qiang was slightly taken aback, then smiled wryly and said, "President Zhu is indeed President Zhu; his generosity hasn't changed at all."

"Stop talking nonsense! Just say it!" Julie wasn't buying any of that flattery and simply raised her elbow and lightly nudged Bald Qiang's arm.

"My uncle's niece was injured and is in the emergency room now."

"Are you injured? Were you beaten up?" Julie asked with concern.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple..." At this point, Bald Qiang hesitated, unsure whether he should tell her about his thrilling experience.

"Hey! Still keeping me in suspense? I'm really leaving if you don't tell me." Seeing Bald Qiang's hesitant manner, Julie deliberately pretended to be about to leave and turned around as if to go.

Bald Qiang couldn't withstand her torment and had no choice but to confess the truth.

"Wait a minute... what did you just say? Deer Clan? You're being chased by the Deer Clan?" Julie's voice unconsciously rose several octaves, echoing in the empty elevator lobby.

Bald Qiang gestured for her to lower her voice and continued, "That's not all. I also have a deer friend who hasn't been rescued yet. I don't know how she is now."

The thought of Naya being out of control and having no clear whereabouts planted a seed of hidden danger in Bald Qiang's heart.

"I think you should give me a more convincing reason to believe this bizarre experience." Although Julie was present when the "L-day" incident occurred in Shenzhen, it seems her memory of it was deliberately erased; she has no recollection of the event. She only gradually learned about the cause and outcome of the incident through later reports.

She always approached these issues with rationality.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me." Bald Qiang shrugged and opened the soda bottle that had been sitting idle for a long time.

Gradually, a frequency, barely perceptible to ordinary people, began to emanate from the air, carrying a sense of danger. However, most people remained oblivious, engrossed in their daily lives.

For Shenzhen, this was just another ordinary day.

A few seconds later, as if to confirm Bald Qiang's deep-seated unease, a piercing air raid siren suddenly sounded throughout the city. The sound first came from afar, then grew closer and closer, its volume increasing steadily, pounding against eardrums like a heavy hammer, and then penetrating through the skin to directly shock everyone into the depths of their bones.

His body froze completely, and goosebumps rose from his skin.

Before Julie could react, Bald Qiang had already thrown down his soda and rushed toward the emergency exit.

"What have we done?" he asked himself in fear.