Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"I must say, Kong, your efficiency is outrageous. How long has it been since I branded you with my blessing? Only eight hours..."

"Enough with the chit-chat, the people are here. Can I leave now? Su Fu came to say the backyard is almost full of people, and it'll start to stink if we don't deal with it soon."

"I think you'd better wait a while, after all, that stupid dog Wintert can't open a warp portal back."

"Damn it, couldn't you have just let him leave through the sewers? He could have taken the same route I came in."

"Uh, you really think you can get here on foot?"

"What nonsense are you spouting, Arthur?"

"Alright, alright, then I'll ask you why this wild dog that only knows how to bite betrayed me."

A green glint flashed in Squich’s eyes, and a burst of spiritual energy, like lightning, surged into Wintert’s body, causing the gang leader to tremble and leap up.

The veteran reacted extremely quickly. The moment he regained consciousness, he sprang to his feet like a spring, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily and frantically.

The young man from the East who had choked him unconscious and was covered in blood, along with a dark green shadow hidden in the shadows, gradually came into his view.

Let alone a tough guy like Wintert, any normal person who saw these two monsters would probably doubt whether they were still in the mortal world.

Wendart's heart sank. Muscle memory made him quickly draw the dagger from his hidden sleeve, half-bow down, and assume a defensive stance.

"Where is this?"

His eyes were alert as he stared intently at the two seemingly inhuman beings before him, and he asked in a dry voice.

In the past, the arrogant Wintert, with the dagger in his hand, was confident that he would be invincible in close combat in this confined room.

A spear is faster than a gun from seven paces away, but within seven paces, this short dagger with a blood groove is more convenient to use.

Even Farah needs to use hand seals and incantations to cast evil spells. At such close range, Windat was absolutely certain that he could slit the fake white man's throat first.

But the monster before them was not something that could be dealt with with a single fatal blow.

What threat could a dagger pose to a monster that survived twelve bullets to the head?

Wendart asked himself the same question, while noticing that his hands were trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

This fearless tough guy, after witnessing something beyond his comprehension, began to doubt the weapon he had once trusted so much.

"Your name?"

Wintert instinctively took a half step back, trying to remain calm as he asked.

He still doesn't know the name of this yellow-skinned monster.

"Kong Jiu".

Kong Jiu gave his name, somewhat surprised that this gang leader had never seen him before.

Wendart's pupils trembled slightly.

"Kong Jiu?"

A thoughtful look flashed across his eyes. "A familiar name... I think I heard it during the gang merger... Kong Jiu, Kong Jiu... You're that forensic doctor from the Prophet's Church who collects corpses?"

"The Prophet Church is merely a partner of mine," Kong Jiu corrected. "Like your gang or the Purple Light Cult, I am not affiliated with them."

Winter frowned: "Damn it, I never imagined that a yellow-skinned monkey who dared to travel back and forth to the lower city to rescue people would not belong to any faction."

"Hehehe..."

A low laugh came from the shadows, and a pair of glowing green eyes slowly emerged.

It has a skull-like rat face, its eyes flashing with an eerie green light, and a pair of huge ram horns on its head.

Its body was thin and long, its skin was pale, its limbs were crouched like a hunting dog, and its thirteen sharp tails behind it resembled a bunch of decaying flower branches. Its whole body exuded an aura of gloom and corruption.

"Why do you think a potentially valuable gold coin would circulate among these lowly pawns in the three parties of the Lower City, Winter?"

Squich let out a squeaking laugh and slowly emerged from the shadows.

A creature tens of thousands of times more blasphemous than any horror legend depicted entered the naked world of Wendart, a mere mortal.

Unfortunately, Kong Jiu cannot see other people's sanity value panel.

In his eyes, Squich was not like that at all.

Otherwise, he would have discovered that the mob boss's rationality had plummeted by eighty points in an instant.

The terrifying image was reflected in Wendart's pupils, and he could no longer hold the dagger in his hand, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

But he didn't dare to pick it up.

At this moment, Windat, whose psychological defenses had completely collapsed, was still able to stand, relying entirely on his superhuman physique.

"This is a punishment, Wintert. Hopefully, looking me in the eye this time will make you shrink back a bit."

Squirt let out a screech and slowly retreated into the shadows.

"Yes...yes, Lord Rat God, I was wrong..."

Wendart answered tremblingly, no longer displaying the alertness he had when he held the dagger, nor the imposing manner he had when questioning Kong Jiu.

"Are you wrong?"

A whisper, like a mouse grinding its teeth, came from the shadows: "You still know you're wrong?"

"I entrusted you with the task of dismantling the Iron Curtain through the laws of physics, and you accepted it with your hands on your chest. You were tasked with trading a bag of dimensional stones for a destroyer and four precious missiles from those greasy white gentlemen."

"And what did you do? You wasted your first missile on Farah?"

"Start defending yourself, you traitor. You'd better give me a reason, or I won't hesitate to throw you down the drain..."

Wintert was so frightened that his heart raced, and he trembled as he knelt on the ground. "Great King Squich... I was indeed guilty of deciding to attack Farah without authorization, but this missile has only brought us more military equipment..."

Wendart hurriedly pulled out his phone from his pocket, but after tapping it for a while, he found that there was no signal. He had no choice but to bring up his chat history and hold it up above his head with trembling hands.

Squich nodded, gesturing for Kongjiu to take it and examine it.

Kong Jiu picked it up and examined it.

It was an encrypted chat application, and the interface contained mostly conversations between Windat and Hills Upper City celebrities and former military personnel.

Most of the content is related to military procurement.

"Commissioner Smith is a rip-off! The price he quoted for a single missile is more than fifty times the cost of manufacturing it!"

Wendart explained anxiously, "I could only contact pharmaceutical companies and offer the idea that clearing out the Purple Light Cult would make the enhancer business run more smoothly, in order to secure their funding for the military."

Stop patting yourself on the back.

Squich's beard twitched. "Do you think they would have invested in you if I hadn't sent the ratmen to demonstrate the pollution the enhancer residue caused in the sewers?"

Wendart's lips trembled slightly, and he dared not utter a sound.

"What do you think Farah was promoting the Cleanup Enhancer for? It was to draw the fire from the Upper City! Otherwise, why would those big shots fund this almost forbidden weaponry for you, allowing your gang to grow stronger?"

Squich's eyes gleamed with a bright green light. "Wintert, don't you have any self-awareness about your role as a pawn?"

"I'll repeat it again: your promise to me, and your responsibility in the plan to break down the Iron Curtain in Lower Hills!"

"Yes……"

At this moment, Wintert showed no trace of his former gangster boss demeanor and cautiously began to speak:

"To break the Iron Curtain, it must be destroyed simultaneously from four dimensions: the laws of physics, the concept of subspace, the realm of faith, and collective cognition... only then can the Iron Curtain over Lower Hills be completely dispelled, liberating Lower Hills..."

Kong Jiu's eyes narrowed, and he turned to Squich.

"liberation?"