Chapter 438 North Indian Mythology
When the 91st District officers arrived at the scene, Yeti was already unconscious.
He lay in the messy bar, eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, naked, his body covered with whip marks, with hardly a piece of good flesh left.
The tall man wearing the uniform of the Special Management Bureau of Area 91 slowly squatted down in front of Yeti, and patted the alien's cheek with his white-gloved hand. After confirming that the other party could not wake up for the time being, he stood up and turned to look at Li Muhan.
The inside and outside of the tavern were surrounded by people from the 91st District Special Management Bureau.
Li Muhan had no intention of leaving, and he didn't take these people seriously at all.
"Are you from the Huaxia Special Management Bureau?"
The man from the Special Management Bureau of Area 91, who was wearing a uniform and a wide-brimmed hat, stared at Li Muhan with a sharp hawk-like gaze, and then asked in standard Chinese.
"yes."
"Why do you want to hurt our aliens?"
The man asked coldly.
Almost all the members of the Special Management Bureau of Area 91 around were armed with guns and were waiting for the man's order to shoot Li Muhan on the spot.
"Your man needs discipline. If you don't take care of him, I will do it for you. No one will spoil him outside."
Li Muhan did not show any weakness and responded to the man in a cold tone.
"I want to remind you, the aliens from China, that within Prometheus, mass-produced androids have no human rights. Regardless of the model, their purpose is to serve us. No matter how we treat them, this is our right."
The man's words made Li Muhan feel nauseous.
"So?" he asked.
"Tell the android next to you whether you are obligated to meet all the conditions we have set."
The man glanced at Leia beside Li Muhan and said.
Leia smiled at the officer and replied politely, "Yes, Leia and Torres are dedicated to meeting all the needs of humans and aliens. We do not have any human rights or enjoy any rights, but for the sake of the bodies of humans and aliens, we hope that everyone can use us within a reasonable range."
The officer sneered at Li Muhan and said, "Did you hear that? It's just a suggestion, and we have the right to ignore it. You injured a fellow Special Management Bureau member for this scrap metal. Boy, is there something wrong with your brain?"
Li Muhan was not frustrated by Leia's answer.
Wanting to help these androids vent their anger is one thing, but another reason for his action has nothing to do with these androids.
He stepped forward, looked at the officer, and said, "So?"
"So? So my people are venting their desires here and dismantling some scrap metal that has countless alternatives. What's it to you?!"
His tone became more serious.
Li Muhan seemed to be getting more and more relaxed. He smoothed his messy hair, looked at the officer, raised his eyebrows and said.
"Then I also want to tell you that I couldn't stand this grandson so I beat him up. What the hell is it to you?"
The man sneered in a deep voice, then took out a special pistol made by the Special Management Bureau from his waist and pointed it at Li Muhan's head.
At the same time, all the members of the Special Management Bureau of District 91 drew their guns and pointed them at Li Muhan.
"Please remain calm. Fighting is strictly prohibited within Prometheus. If you have any conflicts, we hope to seek mediation from the three major special management bureaus."
Leia's voice was very gentle, but the man sneered in response.
"Scrap is scrap. Can't you see that two of the three main responsible special management bureaus are now the center of the conflict?!"
"In that case, Leia will help you contact the third..."
Before he could finish his words, the gun in the man's hand made a bang and the bullet went towards Leia's head.
But the moment the bullet approached Leia's forehead, Li Muhan raised his hand and pinched it in his palm.
Snap——
He let go, and the completely deformed bullet fell to the ground.
"Taking out your anger on an android, is this what Area 91 is capable of?"
Li Muhan shook his hands, looked at the man and continued, "I heard that you don't have any native aliens or gods in District 91, so even trash like Bigfoot can be so arrogant. It's really pitiful."
The officer seemed to have been hit in the soft spot, and his eyes became even colder.
But this was exactly what Li Muhan wanted to see, so he continued to speak provocatively.
"I heard you've even seized the mythology of the North Indians. You're quite involved. I wonder if the pantheon you're using now is the North Indian pantheon, or voodoo? Or...do you have nothing in Area 91?"
The officer was completely enraged.
The gun in his hand suddenly made another bang.
But before the bullet was fired, a flash of lightning passed by, and Li Muhan's thumb was already pressing on the muzzle of his gun. With a loud bang, the whole gun exploded directly, and the man's hand was instantly covered in blood.
"Ahh!! You, you fucking......"
And just when the other members of the Special Management Bureau of Area 91 were about to shoot.
A flash of knife light passed by.
Miyamoto Yagyu's hand gently stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist. It was unknown whether the sword had been unsheathed, but the guns in the hands of all the members of District 91 around him were cut into pieces and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
Li Muhan didn't expect Liu Sheng to take action, so he nodded at him.
Liu Sheng did not respond to Li Muhan, and did not even look at Li Muhan.
At first Li Muhan didn't know what was going on.
Until someone suddenly shouted at the door of the tavern.
"Yagyu! Hurry up and catch that kid!"
This sentence was shouted in Japanese, and Li Muhan only understood the general meaning.
He looked towards the door and saw that the members of the Special Management Bureau of District 91 were already standing together with the members of the Fuso Special Management Bureau, all looking at Li Muhan with fierce eyes.
"......" Yagyu didn't say anything, nor did he make any movements, he just slowly closed his eyes.
"I understand your difficulties, brother. It must be hard for you to have a leader like this who likes to be a bootlicker."
“…be in your position, fulfill your duties, shoulder your responsibilities, and do your best.”
Liu Sheng quoted Chinese idioms and told Li Muhan his attitude in non-standard Chinese.
If the situation continues to develop in this way, he might take action against Li Muhan.
At this moment, a not-so-loud, even childish girl's voice sounded from outside the door.
"Why? Are you looking down on the Chinese Special Management Bureau?"
Everyone at the door turned around to look. Although these people blocked the petite figure, Li Muhan could tell from the voice that it was Mo Qiao.
"Are you still blocking the door? Not letting us in?"
Mo Qiao seemed to say something again in a cold voice.
The members of the Fuso Special Management Bureau and the 91st District Special Management Bureau at the door slowly made way.
So Li Muhan saw Mo Qiao leading more than 30 men and women wearing the uniforms of the China Special Management Bureau into the tavern, and next to these members of the China Special Management Bureau there was actually a group of neatly dressed nuns.
The leader was Xia Yue.
"You are... Miss Mo..."
The officer no longer had the arrogance he had just shown after seeing Mo Qiao.
"Captain Smith, were you the one who just shot at my men?"
Mo Qiao clasped her arms across her chest. Even though the man in front of her was much taller than her, she didn't feel the slightest bit of fear.
Xia Yue ran to Li Muhan and looked at him with some worry.
"Are you okay...?"
"You're underestimating me. What do you think can happen to me with this thing?" Li Muhan pointed at Yeti who was still unconscious lying on the ground.
Xia Yue took a look and immediately showed an expression of disgust.
"...What a disgusting thing."
"This disgusting thing is a treasured alien in Area 91."
Listening to Li Muhan and the girl who suddenly appeared in nun's clothes' comments on Yeti, the officer blushed with embarrassment.
It’s not that there are no powerful aliens in their District 91, but as this kid just said, those aliens are not native American gods. The only native one who is acceptable is Paul Bunyan.
But they won't come specifically to be your bodyguard.
As for those truly powerful outliers, the United States is unlikely to show them in front of special authorities from other countries.
Damn... if Samael comes, this crap won't matter at all.
The officer thought so in his heart.
But if he knew that there were many beings as powerful as Samael in Li Muhan's body, I wonder how big the psychological shadow area would be.
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