The tabby cat swaggered through the heavily guarded gate and entered the site of the super power sect ceremony.

One fanatic saw a living creature and screamed subconsciously, pointing the black muzzle of the gun at him.

The tabby cat turned its head away impatiently and stretched out its claws to push back the person who was blocking its way.

The fanatic who saw clearly that it was a cat in front of him quickly retracted his weapon, squatted down with a smile on his face, and tried to please the cat in a foreign language: "Meow, meow!"

The tabby cat looked at him with disdain, flicked its tail in his face, and turned away arrogantly.

Everyone knows that the Cat God favors cats. Even His most trusted servant is fortunate enough to gain His favor because he has seven cats at home. Nowadays, the prices of cats in Sufang City are getting more and more outrageous. This is all caused by fanatics who want to emulate the undercover agent and raise cats to win the favor of the God. Tang Aibai complained about this at the Twenty-Eight Mansions headquarters not long ago. If you follow the list of cat owners registered at the cattery, nine out of ten who buy cats are fanatics.

Suddenly seeing the kitten intruding into the ceremony, let alone chasing the cat out, the fanatics were all thinking about how to please the little guy, and it would be best if they could let the gods see their love for the cat. For a while, the scene was filled with constant meowing.

Everyone is meowing, except the tabby cat.

It glanced at the humans present as if it were a lunatic, turned around proudly with its tail swung, and leaped lightly to the top of the lamppost in the corner, observing the situation from above.

[Are these people stupid? Just because you are a cat, they don’t even check if you have a micro camera on you?]

...

...

Cat Toy said incredulously.

"Catching cats rashly may cause them to become stressed," the tabby cat narrowed its eyes slightly, using a few strands of its mental energy to chat with it in its mind. "They are all believers of the Cat God. Who would risk offending the God by doing such a thing?"

What's more, the priest's screening and defense measures for the ceremony were only superficial. He was still excitedly waiting for the Twenty-Eight Mansions to attack so that Lord Buo could annihilate them in one fell swoop. For this reason, he even pretended not to see several suspicious people suddenly appearing on the street next to him. How could he touch a kitten that innocently broke into the ceremony?

He talked to the cat toy and patted his furry ears with his pink paw pads. The camera lurking inside flashed a faint red light and began to work diligently.

The clear images of the ceremony were transmitted to the projector at the Twenty-Eight Mansions headquarters through the camera of the tabby cat.

All members of the Nangong team, who were ready to go, looked up at the screen. Led by Tang Aibai, they analyzed the on-site layout and feasible breakthroughs one after another.

Everyone knew that there would be a fierce battle of life and death, and the members had serious expressions. There was an invisible murderous intent in the solemn atmosphere, until a young man from the Nishinomiya logistics team pointed a camera at them, and the depressing atmosphere was swept away.

They linked arms around each other's shoulders, grinning widely, and after taking a group photo, they took out letters they had just written and handed them to the Xigong logistics department. Then they looked at each other, carried their weapons, and left the headquarters according to their division of labor.

The logistics staff watched them leave.

He turned around, carefully took the stack of letters, took them to the storage room of the headquarters, and locked them up properly.

"I don't know how many people will come back this time," he sighed and murmured sadly, "I really don't want to experience something like delivering letters to family members even once again in my life."

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“What is our goal!”

[Zero casualties!]

"So what should we do!"

[Deserted!]

The ragdoll cat sat in a wheelchair, asking and answering questions to the cat toy in his mind, while on the surface he was holding his lower abdomen and pretending to be weak and painful.

The undercover agent standing behind him looked at him with concern: "Sir, are you okay?"

Ragdoll Cat waved his hand to avoid the question and said, "Go and call the priest."

Yun Jian actually wanted to find the priest to inform him that he would not show up at the ceremony. After all, Ragdoll Cat was too fragile. If he showed up at the ceremony, he would most likely be killed on the spot along with the Super Power Sect. However, the undercover agent didn't know so much. When he saw Bu Ou looking for a priest, he thought he wanted to postpone the ceremony because he was not feeling well, and he was immediately shocked.

The chocolate took effect too quickly, causing the Cat God to react before the ceremony began. He had actually thought of this a long time ago, but the time he could take action was only a short while during lunch, so he had no choice but to do it.

He thought quickly about a solution, but Bu'ou was already urging him impatiently, so he had to walk out the door reluctantly. He was still thinking about whether he should delay for a moment before informing the priest, and when he looked up, he almost bumped into the priest.

The priest was very displeased with this guy who did not work all day and got the position of the first servant of God by raising seven cats. However, now was not a good time to get angry, so he could only snort in a sarcastic tone: "What? You can't even walk after becoming a servant of God?"

The undercover agent's plan failed, so he had to give way obediently: "Master Priest, Master Bu Ou asked me to come to you."

His attitude was respectful, implicitly elevating the priest to the same status as the gods, which made the priest feel particularly happy. He nodded secretly, thinking that if this guy could always be so sensible, he could keep him. He did not show it on his face, and hurried to the god's room. Before he entered the door, he knelt down with a plop, and howled at the top of his voice: "Master Bu Ou, those twenty-eight constellations are extremely arrogant. They actually placed several lookouts in front of our sect, openly watching this ceremony and waiting for an opportunity to destroy it! Although we are not afraid, we are afraid that we have insulted your majesty!"

The undercover agent, who had not yet walked far, felt a pang in his heart.

The priest's words revealed a lot of information.

The plan of the Twenty-Eight Mansions has been discovered, and even the lookout has been found? Then why haven't we seen any people from the sect clearing out the enemy? Why is there nothing to fear?

A chill spread from the heart to the mind.

This ceremony was an elaborate trap set up for the Twenty-Eight Mansions!

This time he didn't even bother to disguise himself, he turned around and rushed downstairs.

After running for only two steps, he heard the priest calling his name. He suddenly stopped and turned his head stiffly: "Master Priest?"

The priest frowned impatiently, thinking that this young man seemed quite smart before, why was he so slow to react today: "My God is looking for you."

The undercover agent pushed the door open and walked in, only to see Bu Ou's slightly annoyed face.

Of course Bu Ou was angry. He had been preparing for such a long time and his plan was about to succeed, but it was almost ruined by the priest's yell.

So fortune and misfortune are interdependent. He transferred the undercover agent to his side and trusted him in every way, so that the priest also believed that this guy was a loyal minister and never thought that he needed to avoid him when telling these secret information.

"Come here and sit next to me," he hooked his finger at the undercover agent and put him where he could see him, keeping a close watch on him for leaking information that would ruin his plan. He raised his head and instructed the priest, "Go and prepare the ceremony. You don't have to wait for me. I will descend when all the twenty-eight constellations are present."

The priest understood. The appearance of the gods should be grand and he was prepared to appear at the critical moment and become the savior who turned the tide.

He kowtowed sincerely and said, "I will follow your instructions."

The undercover agent watched the gods and the priests discuss how to capture the Twenty-Eight Mansions. He felt dizzy and even heard bursts of roars in his ears. When he came to his senses, the priest had already closed the door and left respectfully.

The god smiled at him with his eyes bent, his face slightly pale, but it only made his stunning appearance more delicate and beautiful: "Little undercover, don't use paper cranes this time."

The undercover agent was shocked and looked at God in a daze. He should have been in disbelief, but for some reason he felt a bitter feeling that it was just as expected.

This is what God is.

Knowing everything and being able to do everything, he looks lazy and cute like a human being, yet he has the ability to play with the world in his palm with ease.

The so-called approachability is nothing more than a mockery of treating people as ants and not caring about them.

He swallowed subconsciously and looked at Bu Ou. He was ready to face his own death.

During his short life, he joined the Twenty-Eight Mansions and became a secret agent. He worked hard in the super power sect to protect the safety of the people of the Mansion. He thought he had done his best. So, he became the first dead soul under the resurrection of the god, giving a warning to the world. There was nothing wrong with that.

It's a pity that he failed to successfully convey the information of the trap...

"What are you doing?" The god poked his cheek in confusion, leaving a shallow dent. "Why aren't you talking to me?"

The undercover looked up blankly: "Don't you already know that I'm an undercover? Why don't you kill me?"

Ragdoll Cat rolled his eyes: "I knew you were an undercover agent the first time I saw you."

Undercover: “!!”

[When you first saw him, you thought he was a fanatic of the superpower sect.]

Cat toys spoil the show.

Yun Jian was angry: "I mean, this is the first time I see him as a ragdoll cat, okay!"

Yun Jian, who had been exchanging several words with Cat Toy in his mind, paused for a moment, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip as a disguise. Seeing the undercover's eyes wide open and a dazed look, he couldn't help but laugh, leaned over and took out the phone from the undercover's pocket, tapped a few times with his slender fingers, and joined the shared video channel of the Twenty-Eight Mansions.

The undercover agent's pupils trembled.

He bought this phone with his salary from the Cat God Sect after going undercover. To prevent his identity from being exposed, he never added anything related to the Twenty-Eight Mansions, let alone such a confidential shared video channel.

More importantly, the Cat God used his account and password to log in! Could the God really be so powerful that he even knew his account and password?

The tabby cat, who had seen the undercover identity information and account data from Tang Aibai, kept his achievements and fame hidden.

"Don't be nervous," Ragdoll Cat pointed at the wheelchair armrest with his finger, and said in a relaxed tone, "Come, watch a good show of catching turtles in a jar with me."

The ragdoll cat outside the video and the tabby cat inside the video were staring at the priest in the center of the ceremony, who was standing with his hands on his hips and laughing wildly, with mysterious smiles on their lips.

"The captured turtle thought he was the fisherman who caught it. Is there anything more interesting than this?"

He thought he had made his position clear, but the undercover agent next to him became even more panicked.

It's over! He wanted to trick the twenty-eight constellations in and catch them like turtles!

The author has something to say:

There should be one more chapter, but I haven't started writing yet (slipping knees), so it may be quite late before it is posted. Love you guys so much.

And I actually made it to the monthly list! Although I am at the bottom and could be kicked off at any time, I am still very happy that I am on the monthly list for the first time. TVT hopes to be on the gold list in the future (dream.JPG)

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