The coffee in the cup has a strong fragrance.

Before the sky was dawn, there were still gunfires outside the camp, and the lead-blue sky occasionally flashed. Marshall, who was stationed in the Los Angeles military base, sat in front of the camp, looking at the hanging map, his originally gray hair was completely white.

Since Jaden Anchorton's death, he seemed to have been cursed. First, the failure of the Heaven Gate Plan, led to the emergence of an invader from another world, destroying Los Angeles. If it weren't for the active counterattack and repelling the enemy, and the relationship network that had been in the military for many years, it would have been spared from the danger of going to the military court.

Later, Anchorton was banned for the crime of framing humans in experiments, but the Natalie Anchorton, Jaden's sister, secretly received funding from the islanders and continued research and development.

This was not a good thing for Marshall, who wanted to calm everything down as soon as possible. As a last resort, he had to authorize a man named Smith, asking him to bring his test pieces to destroy Anchorton's secret laboratory and show his abilities to Congress and the White House.

However, in the past few days, he finally knew from his name Kane what the purpose of the other party's experiment was. The scene of the nuclear bomb facing the enemy in another world still vaguely appeared in his mind from time to time.

If that Chinese man had not died, what would it be like...

Unfortunately, the other party was not dead. Smith and Kane, who were sent, and more than 200 replicas, lost contact before nightfall.

And many horrific events of the resurrection of the dead have occurred everywhere, especially around Los Angeles... one by one, making his head almost explode.

He looked at the map with red arrows on the signs, and there was a desktop with a combat deployment plan behind him, and a document with a silver shield and a white-headed sea eagle logo was placed there.

Soon, several men in suits were invited in by the guards, with a serious look but polite attitude, and Smith asked them to sit down, "Why not FBI come over, this is their business."

"There are the dead of Indians everywhere. As the top of the conventional guard forces, their duty should be outside, fighting those disgusting monsters and defending the beautiful America."

One of the tall and thin middle-aged men, with a calm temperament, shook hands with Marshall: "Why should we do it better if we are delivering messages? What do you think?"

"Let's talk about the key points." The old man took his hand back and sat back. In fact, he didn't care too much about who came over. It was just that Cia, as an intelligence department, was not active in the United States. However, the appearance at this time showed that the White House attached great importance to two things, which made him feel like he was in a slight way.

After almost formulaic meetings and greetings, I heard the old man's words, and the Cia man spoke straight to the point.

"Smith and the replica in his hands have lost contact. Congress is very worried about this issue. This time we come here, we want to learn something from you, and at the same time, mobilize a group of forces..."

Only idiots will die... Marshall hummed, thought for a while, and looked solemn: "Cia is the intelligence department, and has the right to investigate these details. I will give it convenience. At present, I have sent a group of personnel to monitor it. As for mobilizing a group of soldiers..."

He said lightly: "........ there are resurrections of the dead happening everywhere. I'm sorry, all my soldiers in Los Angeles are participating, and there are no extra people to be transferred."

The two looked at each other for a while, then laughed, and several Cia's men stood up: "Thanks to General Marshall for their intelligence and help."

He took the information he handed over and turned around and left.

After waiting for someone to leave, not long after, soldiers came over outside hurriedly, "A soldier who monitored the information of the Chinese people died... This is the information collected."

"......I killed a god." Marshall held the piece of information and looked at the translated passage on it. The paper was trembling slightly. No matter whether this was true or false, he could survive the nuclear explosion and shuttle back from another world. What is the difference between it and the gods?

“Sometimes, it’s not shameful to retreat….. God will forgive me.”

Looking at the gradually brighter sky, he felt a little bit of gratitude.

The sun shines through the gaps of the clouds and shines into the window frame.

The soft quilt was opened, and the woman with a little messy hair sat up. Under her eyelashes, she looked at the man who was still sleeping next to her, and her cheeks were blushing with a shy blush.

Pressing against the edge of the bed, gently lowering his feet, putting on slippers, and making a little awkward between his legs. He walked to the bathroom staggeringly and gently closed the door.

The sound of a shower came, and the sun shone on Xia Yi's face. Then he opened his eyes and the "Jiu Master" fell outside the window, pecking at the glass with his bird's beak, and then made a "Ga" sound like a big laugh, spreading his wings and flying away again.

Xia Yi leaned against the head of the bed and saw a box of cigarettes on the bedside table next to him at some point. It was a domestic brand, the kind he smoked when he entered the venue.

Although it is cheap, it is impossible to buy it in the United States.

Hearing the sound of water in the shower in the bathroom, there was a vague singing of a woman humming happily, Xia Yi smiled, smoked one and put it to her mouth, her fingertips cracked, and her fingertips touched the cigarette butt, and the lingering blue smoke floated up.

"It's still life here, people live... Below the waterfall, I feel like I'm really about to become a monk."

He killed the Northern Continent, the royal family and the gods all fell at his feet in one breath, but after the battle, the feeling of losing his goal made him feel depressed. After all, he was not a native of another world, and it was impossible for him to integrate into that social form in just a few months.

Back now, at least I have good brothers, subordinates, friends, women who love me... and relatives far away in China.

These are all their own bonds. If he had reacted quickly that day and rushed into the sky and seized the opportunity that flashed by, Xia Yi could not imagine what would happen to him if he missed that opportunity.

....It should go crazy.

He thought.

The cigarette butts were turned off and the bathroom door was also opened. Jiang Yu was wearing a bath towel and sat not far away, holding a hairdryer and blowing his wet hair. Occasionally, the eyes of the two of them were intertwined, and they all had indescribable tenderness.

In the street outside the building, the noise of cars came over. Soon, the door of Xia Yi's room was knocked, and the fat man shouted outside: "Lao Yi, Xiaoyu, have you woken up?"

"What's up?"

Xia Yi got out of bed, Jiang Yu put down the hair dryer in his hand, picked up the clothes on the ground, helped the man put them in, and ran into the bathroom with his dress in his arms, poked his head out: "Brother Yi, go open the door, you guys talk, I'll put them in it."

"Yeah." Xia Yi nodded with a smile, without putting on her coat, and went straight to open the door. Zhao Dezhu clenched his fist and smashed it in the palm of his palm, and was anxiously circling around the corridor outside.

Seeing the brother standing at the door, he hurriedly came up: "Lao Yi, there are many Americans coming outside. It seems that we won't let us leave. We also have to take away the woman named Natalie, the dog girl, and the Magneto are negotiating with them."

Xia Yi frowned: "Go down and take a look."

As for the weapons hanging on the walls of the room, they didn't take a single piece. These ordinary people, even some superpowers, are not worthy of their weapons now.

Walking down the stairs, Guo Manyuan's argument with others gradually became clear, and other people rushed over in the corridor.

The commuter agency agent here, Xia Yi and the others, went downstairs and turned around and told him: "We will solve it, don't take action..."

"Try to do what you can."
Chapter completed!