Fang Zong ignored her and walked out of the bedroom, with Lin Qiaoyu floating slowly behind him.

Arriving at the garage, Fang Zong parked in front of a black Ferrari.

In the garage, there are three cars that belong to him: a classic car, a fast food truck, and finally, the chief agent's vehicle, a super high-spec, specially customized version, capable of withstanding rocket artillery bombardment.

Fang Zong, who was used to driving a food truck, started the Ferrari instead.

After getting in the car and familiarizing himself with it, Fang Zong didn't need to look at the configuration or anything, as he had no idea what they were for. However, this Ferrari was automatic, and Fang Zong quickly got the hang of it. After driving around the car a couple of times to get acquainted with it, he drove off, heading straight for the Eastern Suburbs Military Region.

Following the navigation, Fang Zong arrived at the Eastern Suburbs Military Region and went straight in, passing through six lines of defense.

Finally, without even looking, Fang Zong saw twelve steel behemoths lying quietly on the flat ground in front of him.

...

Compared to the East, Uncle Sam's territory is definitely vast and sparsely populated.

In the East, around big cities like San Francisco, you'd never find a desolate, uninhabited place. But here, it's simple: any hilltop in the southeastern suburbs has tons of desolate caves.

At that moment, one of the caves, with its particularly narrow and winding passage but vast interior, emitted a sharp and ferocious ghostly howl.

"Fang is our common enemy!"

"What's the FBI? They're open and honest with us, why would we be afraid of them? Only Fang is different, he's a monster!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Eat him! We ghosts are the masters of this new era!"

Laura the ghost doll changed into a jet-black leather miniskirt, her eyes were a ghastly green, and her expression was ferocious. She raised her arms high, like a church leader setting the mood and getting everyone excited.

As she spoke, a large amount of blood flowed down the cave walls, the pungent smell of blood giving even the living a strange, neurotic pleasure.

Below were thirteen eerie, ghostly figures, accompanied by hundreds of blurry silhouettes, their emotions running high and their spirits soaring.

They grabbed their submachine guns and unleashed a burst of fire overhead.

"With you and Nami the Carriage Ghost here, we'll do it!"

Thirteen large ghosts patted their chests to pledge their loyalty.

They looked at the black-clad ghost doll with its jet-black lips, then glanced at the long-haired, cold-faced, equally black-lipped carriage ghost Nami, and their confidence soared, making them howl even more excitedly.

They all knew that Fang Zong had played a cruel trick on the ghost doll and the carriage ghost.

But what about now?

In just a few days, those two girls, who were so weak that they couldn't even compare to their underlings, have actually reached the level of evil spirits, becoming several times stronger than them. If they could be like that, would they be afraid of Fang Zong?

Even if I can't beat you, I'll wear you down!

The train ghost Nami's body was covered in stitches, but her curves gave her an unusual beauty.

She watched silently as the ghosts went mad, then suddenly grabbed Laura and screamed, "Are you sure?"

“Of course!” Laura’s voice was also particularly high-pitched.

Nami's eyes immediately turned green. Remembering the section of the train car where she was destroyed, she screamed, tore her clothes to shreds, grabbed her breasts, and howled incoherently.

The carriage, that section of the train car.

Damn it, those are the clothes of that ghost in the train carriage!

Whenever she thinks of Fang Zong chasing her until she had nowhere to run and finally had to escape, she feels like she's a lover who was kicked out of her home, and she didn't even have time to put on her clothes before jumping out of the window and running naked all over the streets!

“Are you really sure?” She lifted Laura up.

"Let go of your claws!"

Lara is much shorter than Nami, her feet don't touch the ground, and she flaps her short legs.

She glared fiercely at Nami, her doll-like hands gesturing wildly: "Living people have weapons to fight living people, guns! Every one of our brothers and sisters has a gun! We even have two rocket launchers! I refuse to believe that Fang Zong isn't afraid of our attacks. Is he really just a monster? Is he really not human? He's alive, and we can kill him!"

"What if he's not afraid of firearms either?"

"Unless he comes in a tank!"

Laura the Ghost Doll is bursting with confidence.

Would Fang Zong drive a tank? Absolutely not!

They used to fight bare-handed!

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from outside, and the ground and walls of the cave began to tremble, as if a thousand troops were charging in.

Lara and Nami exchanged a glance, then a terrifying black wind swept through them, carrying the ghosts away.

Then they saw a massive steel behemoth rumbling down from the foot of the mountain where they were.

Fang Zong peeked out from under the tank hood and waved to them.

Nami's expression immediately turned incredibly resentful as she stared at Laura with a look that was both sorrowful and grievous.

Holy crap! They actually brought tanks?

Lara Croft's jaw snapped to the ground, landing on its back, its jaw agape, its eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

I never expected this!

Laura glanced at the weapons on her side, mostly shotguns and a few submachine guns. When she saw the two rocket launchers, she clenched her jaw and, without saying a word, gave the order: "Take them down!"

Instantly, bullets rained down.

Two rockets also shot down, each accompanied by a streak of fire.

Fang Zong inside the tank: "..."

There should be silence here.

Fang Zong entered the tank, closed the hatch, and stared blankly at his control panel.

At this point, he should have retaliated, but he had only studied at the military region for a short time. It was good enough that he could drive over there. He knew nothing about how to place shells, how to aim, or how to retaliate.

And it seems that a tank cannot be fully operated by one person, right?

Forget it, let it go with the wind!

Fang Zong sat down properly, adjusted the viewing angle of the tank's external screen, and watched the show.

It was a hail of bullets; it definitely felt like a war movie.

The fact that the characters carrying guns and cannons are ghosts is creepy. Fang Zong felt that this movie was quite unusual. Apart from that comedy film called "Snow," it seems that no director has ever made a mind-bending blockbuster about a modern ghost army.

It's just a bit pathetic; his aim is terrible.

As for rocket launchers... Fang Zong had crammed on his knowledge of tank warfare.

If the kill factor of an anti-tank rocket is 2, then the kill factor of a regular enemy tank is 0.5.

His tank was the most advanced in the San Francisco Military District, equipped with top-of-the-line metal armor bars; hitting it would only send sparks flying.

Fang Zong said, "You guys continue, I'll do as I please."

He started drinking tea and casually turned on his phone.

The phone screen displayed a picture of a mountain forest, or rather, a remote monitoring system.

The surveillance footage showed Lin Qiaoyu and Liu Yonghe standing quietly in an open space, both expressionless.

Fang Zong put down his teacup and shook his head, saying, "Don't be fooled by Yonghe Soy Milk's infatuation with his girlfriend. If it were before, even a female ghost would have flirted with a pretty girl like Qiaoyu."

Ninth Sister popped her head out, looking disdainful, and said, "You two have a pretty close relationship?"