The three tigers were dizzy ever since they came out of the space. The air there was so comfortable, and there was so much delicious food and so many unfamiliar things.
Suddenly, there were new companions that were much bigger and smaller than them. They were obviously chickens that had drunk perfume. Shishi also said that there were three chickens at home.
I'm so envious; they drink more perfume than I do.
Before they came out, the three tigers decided that they would live there with their new companions.
Shishi said that on the surface they would go back to the compound, but they couldn't be taken out on missions. They would live in the space, and could go wherever their master went.
The eldest and second eldest sons, along with the Xiong family, often go out to play, which is much happier than staying at home on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.
See? Now, you can't be a petty thief on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.
There's one downside: Guagua says he wants to learn, not only human language but also bird language.
Oh, there's still training to do.
Okay, if I can drink perfume all the time without going hungry and travel everywhere, then I'll study.
Training doesn't matter, they just love running anyway.
The patriarch, looking at the string of big and small, excitedly playing puppies, made a decision.
“Let’s sweep through from here, take whatever we see, and pick up whatever we like. The White House is the last one.”
"Little Master, Ugly, the white house is the tallest. You two go up to the roof. Ugly will throw some lightning balls and fireballs every now and then to scare them. Little Master, cover them and don't let them see you."
"good."
Hiss, whimper, meow~
The three insects, small in size but imposing in spirit, raised their antennae to support Shishi's head.
Fireballs came first, followed by bombs and gunfire. The once intact military camp was now filled with ruins, and the enemy was unsettled. The entire military camp was brightly lit.
In the conference room, the "bad old man" that Shishi mentioned was actually a general. He sat at the head of the table with a gloomy face, not saying a word, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
The others whispered amongst themselves, their mouths saying they didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but their hearts were filled with suspicion.
Suddenly, the familiar screams and chaotic fleeing rang out again outside.
"Oh no, there's a ghost! The tables and chairs in this room have suddenly disappeared."
"My cotton-padded coat was suddenly ripped off, but there was no one around me."
"My flashlight came out of my pocket by itself, turned on, floated around to light the way, and then disappeared."
"My gun was also stolen. I watched it disappear overhead, and I thought it was going to shoot me."
Terrified cries could be heard incessantly.
The meeting room was on the second floor, but the screams were so loud and constant that it was impossible not to hear them.
People in the meeting couldn't sit still any longer and all ran out into the corridor, their faces grave.
It's bizarre, so very bizarre.
Unbeknownst to them, a large group of figures brushed past them and entered the conference room.
The old man who got up last watched as the entire conference room's tables and chairs disappeared bit by bit, the moment he moved his chair away.
Some disappeared on the spot, some were picked up and tossed around a couple of times before disappearing, and some were lifted up and smashed through a window before vanishing.
They really vanished into thin air.
He suspected that if he had gotten up even a little slower, he might have already fallen to the ground.
As he stared in disbelief, the person who had run out heard the noise and ran back, only to be horrified by the empty conference room.
They were right at the door and didn't see anything being moved.
The major general who had appeared above the secret passage glanced at the sky with an air of importance, and spoke with difficulty, "General, it's divine punishment..."
"Shut up."
Boom, boom, boom~
Three shots fired in quick succession, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and a white light illuminated the earth.
Then three enormous fireballs fell from the sky, creating three large fire craters in the open space.
The eerie flames flickered, radiating waves of heat, causing the already terrified people, who were already panicked by the disappearance of objects one after another, to flee in all directions.
The old man stood on the second-floor corridor, his gaze fixed on the bright red flames with a somber expression. Though his face remained impassive, he had already come to believe in the phrase: divine punishment.
If it were just fireballs, bombs, and gunfire, he would assume it was man-made.
It was just that the people on the other side were blindly retaliating because they couldn't find the missing soldier, only their methods were more sophisticated.
But now there is thunder and lightning, falling from the sky, and objects disappearing without explanation. Who has such great abilities?
He was an atheist, and the situation before him left him no choice but to believe.
He began to feel uneasy, fearing that something even more incredible would happen.
Was I really wrong?
That shouldn't be the case.
It was just a matter of capturing a few soldiers and using some tricks on the border. This is a political tactic, and it's always been done this way.
The sky fell silent, without thunder or fire, but a light rain began to fall, right above the three fire pits. After the rain extinguished the fire, thunder struck again.
Silvery lightning streaked across the ground along the watermarks, connecting the three pits into a circular triangle. The lightning disappeared after two cycles.
After a while, no more strange phenomena appeared. Just when everyone thought it was over, three piles of mud fell into the pit with a splash, creating a small mound.
A tiny sprout emerged from the soil in the mound, its two leaves peeking out shyly, like a bashful little girl.
The buds grew upwards in a shaky manner, starting with two leaves, then four, then eight. With each inch they grew taller, the number of leaves multiplied, eventually reaching the second floor.
Then the three vines stretched out toward the conference room, their tips brushing against the pale, terrified faces.
The old man was both frightened and angry. He drew his dagger and slashed at one of the vines.
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