Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

The office lights came on again, and Salta received an urgent task from his superiors—a troop evacuation plan. He stared intently at the approved paper document, his heart filled with worry and unease.

Meanwhile, countless surveillance cameras continued to track the long-vanished Lefève and Mus. Their elusive nature made Salta extremely troublesome.

“Yes, sir,” Salta replied hastily. “We are evacuating gradually, but I strongly advise against using transport planes. I don’t know if those guys are still lingering in the air, and acting rashly could put more people in danger.”

In truth, Salta himself was uncertain, unsure where the truly safe place was. The threat of the enemy loomed in every corner, making the entire situation incredibly complex and unpredictable.

"You mean, Naya... has an older sister?"

Zhao Lin looked incredulous.

“She mentioned it once before. But I didn’t pay much attention at the time.” Sharp’s eyes showed regret; he hadn’t kept such an important thing in mind.

“Regarding this, remember the video we saw before? That deer-tribe person who looked a lot like Naya,” Zhao Lin said thoughtfully. “From the beginning, I felt someone was secretly trying to tell us something—”

"I'm afraid it's not that coincidental," Sharp shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either. Just then, Zhao Lin suddenly thought of something and immediately turned on her computer to search for relevant information.

"I just checked, this Ms. Xiao, she worked as the finance director at Sunset Group for a while, and then resigned to start her own business—"

"Sunset Group?" Sharp stroked his chin. Although it was a bit unfamiliar, he had come into contact with all sorts of information related to it before.

"It's just a company without any moral bottom line, there's nothing to say..." Zhao Lin tried her best to hide her disgust, but still patiently explained to him.

"Wait—I've seen this person at the lumber mill; her posters are everywhere." On the recruitment website, the largest post was occupied by someone Zhao Lin knew all too well.

"You mean An Han, the heiress of Sunset Group, and also the current CEO?"

Why does this person look so familiar?

Slightly curled bangs, cheeks with a hint of red...

Sharp stared at An Han's photos for a long time until Zhao Lin gave him a disdainful look.

"Hey, have you seen enough?" She rolled her eyes at Sharp and slammed the webpage shut.

"Don't look so unhappy at a time like this," Sharp said, puzzled. Ever since Salta mentioned her ex-boyfriend, Zhao Lin had been in low spirits.

"Did someone touch a nerve? Are you upset?"

"Don't meddle, uncle," she retorted stubbornly.

Then, Shapra pulled up the stool in front of him and sat down next to Zhao Lin with a serious expression.

"What?" Seeing Sharp's expression as if he was about to beat her up, Zhao Lin moved back in confusion.

"Time is precious, I don't have time to play house with you." He skillfully took the mouse and started browsing the detailed information on the Sunset Group's recruitment website.

"Hey, this is my computer, isn't it?!"

Su Luo watched the two struggling figures across the desk, sighed helplessly, then rested her chin on her hands, watching the scene with great interest, as if watching a play.

Just then, Salta, who had just finished making a phone call, peeked out from outside the door. Seeing the chaotic scene in the room, a hint of displeasure crossed his face. He glared at Zhao Lin and said sternly, "You lot, do you think this is your own home?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Salta, somewhat bewildered. Zhao Lin, who had been inexplicably targeted, looked aggrieved and dissatisfied, muttering, "What did I do now?"

"Come out." Salta ignored Zhao Lin's complaints and told her directly, leaving no room for discussion.

Although Zhao Lin was unwilling, she obediently followed Salta out of the office, leaving the others looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Our superiors have ordered us to withdraw from here, and then new troops will come to replace us." He looked around to make sure no one was there, and then lowered his voice to say this.

"Is it because of the Deer Clan?" she asked.

“Yes, from now on, this place will probably become a war zone if things get serious—and absolutely no one should know about Mus's interest in Sharp, no one!” Salta emphasized, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Zhao Lin swallowed hard. Although she had countless questions in her mind, she nodded nonetheless.

“I understand…” she answered softly.

What exactly does Muss want Sharp to do? He has so many opportunities, yet he hasn't shown any intention of taking action.

"What should we do? All flights and trains to Shenzhen are suspended due to the weather—we'll probably be stuck here for quite a while..." Zhao Lin rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Do you have a driver's license?" Salta asked abruptly, dangling a bunch of car keys in his hand, as if he had expected this situation.

Zhao Lin looked at him in confusion: "Huh?"

“Don’t tell me you’ve never driven long distances.” Salta seemed to see right through her.

"Yes, but my driving skills are barely adequate."

"That's good." Salta breathed a slight sigh of relief, then said, "Before the blizzard closes the mountain, you should head to Deep City. Staying here will only make things worse."

After saying that, he immediately withdrew his outstretched hand.

"This isn't a public bus, it's my own—"

"Stop nagging!" Zhao Lin snatched the car keys away.

……

"—Police remain silent on whether the perpetrators of the terrorist attack have escaped, but eyewitness accounts seem to clearly indicate that the perpetrators have already fled—"

In front of the projection TV, Yu Lian leisurely sipped his beer, listening to his subordinates bring him some good news that put him in a good mood.

"They said it was indeed Na Ling who did it, but fortunately the plan wasn't leaked." The bodyguard next to him reported the basic situation, which was exactly what Yu Lian had envisioned.

"Also, Miss An is still in a coma at the city hospital on Third Avenue."

Hearing this, Yu Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems Professor Donghai has successfully completed his mission and even brought me an unexpected surprise," he muttered to himself, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Such a moment deserved a celebration. So, he headed towards his office, turning off the television as he went. Having heard enough good news, he now wanted a different kind of fun. "Hmm… could I call a few pretty girls up?" Yu Lian began to ponder.

"..." Only silence responded to him. Yu Lian turned around, and the bodyguards who were standing perfectly fine to the side instantly collapsed to the ground.

"Do I count?"

The overhead light flickered a few times, then exploded completely, plunging Yu Lian's brightly lit office into darkness.

Just then, a woman in a stealth suit suddenly leaped in from the doorway with astonishing speed. She grabbed Yu Lian and ruthlessly slammed him against the wall at the other end of the living room. Yu Lian was momentarily disoriented by the sudden attack, and instinctively reached for a weapon hidden in his coat. However, the woman displayed astonishing skill and reaction speed; with a swift flying kick, she accurately deflected Yu Lian's wrist with her boot heel.

Yu Lian was startled. At that moment, the woman leaned close to his ear and asked coldly, "What happened to my sister?" Her voice was so cold it could freeze the air.

Yu Lian, enduring the pain, sneered and replied disdainfully, "Hmph, you don't need to guess, do you? She's dead, unfortunately—" Before she could finish speaking, the woman's face turned incredibly grim. She suddenly swung her fist and slammed it hard into Yu Lian. With a loud bang, Yu Lian was beaten powerless and collapsed to the ground.

Yu Lian clutched his bloodied nose in agony. The woman calmly walked to his side, grabbed his collar, and dragged him like a chick to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the street thirty-five stories below was clearly visible.

"Thirty-fifth floor... Think it over carefully, my patience is limited." The woman's voice carried such a clear murderous intent that it sent chills down one's spine.

Yu Lian raised his head, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, and said haltingly, "Heh, you still don't know your situation, do you? That high priestess of the deer clan who's been making such a big fuss on TV, she wants you... Even if you kill me, you won't get anything out of it." There was a hint of smugness in Yu Lian's tone, as if he had already expected this outcome.

"If you don't turn yourself in, this city will become your downfall. So many lives lost, can you bear the responsibility?"

With a loud "bang," Na Ling slammed Yu Lian against the floor-to-ceiling glass, the force so great that even the sturdy glass developed spiderweb-like cracks.

"What did my sister do wrong? Why are you treating her like this!" Na Ling's roar seemed to pierce the roof. She stared wide-eyed at Yu Lian in front of her, wanting to get an answer from him.

"You should ask your good master about that..." Yu Lian mocked with his remaining strength.

Suddenly, Na Ling's thoughts were seized by a name she had never heard of in Shenzhen. This name struck her like a bolt of lightning, plunging her into a deep shock.

This name should have disappeared along with the destruction of the Deer Clan.

Mus.