He was cursing at the communicator that he was a fat bald old man. This old man Tom knew him because he was famous in the Asian Expeditionary Army system because of his bad temper and a stinky mouth.

"General Powell, Major Tom Brackton, Major of the A-Bandit Delta Special Forces, was ordered to report!"

Powell threw down the phone, stared at his blood-stained eyes, and saw Tom from the beginning to the end.

Then he looked at the people behind Tom.

"It's you!"

Tom maintained his pose of standing attentively, "Yes, General."

"So who are these people behind you?"

Tom took a step back, let the person behind him out, then closed his lips and said nothing, without any intention of introducing Powell.

"General, I am from the CIA Asian Intelligence Division..."

"Okay! I'm not interested in your names and resumes. I just want to know, where is the intelligence I need?"

“What do you need for information?”

Powell pulled out two photos from his desk, and a fat hand squeezed it hard and sent it to two CIA officials. The two people in the photo were close at hand, less than five centimeters from their noses. "It was these two people, one apostle known as Satan, and the other was like a messenger of God. The other was engaged in this war in the name of Satan, and the other was only eight years old, cute like an angel, but stubbornly like a diamond! Both of them had their bullshit supernatural abilities, and they both separated the forces and engaged in a huge conspiracy!"

The CIA officials took a step back, wiped the spit that was splashed on their faces, pulled the photo from Powell's hand, and looked at it, "The purpose of our visit this time is to contact these two gentlemen. As for more information, General, you need to call the Pentagon and get higher authorization!"

"Damn it, I know, I know!" Powell roared like a wounded beast, "Listen, these two people are extremely dangerous figures, and both have incredible abilities. The most important thing is that we have fully confirmed that they can spread this ability. Do you know what this means? It means that like the monsters on the battlefield outside, they can mass-made them, one by one, one by one, just like the assembly line in the Coca-Cola factory!"

"The Pentagon has been fully aware of their dangers, General, it's not your duty, your role is a safety valve, and so are your army and your command."

Tom was just a first-timer, and at this time he could only watch them get into an increasingly fierce quarrel.

The entire command center was noisy like a vegetable market, and there was no way to see the accuracy and efficiency of the quasi-military unit at all. There were many emergencies. Soon, Powell had no time to argue with CIA officials.

The ongoing war requires comprehensive recording, analysis, summary and archive, but now the staff are temporarily collected, and the priority is the level of confidentiality rather than professionalism and ability.

"General Shaqui Abbas is here!"

In such chaos, I don’t know who screamed, and the whole building became quiet.

Powell rushed out of the building with extremely rapid pace.

Tom was not slow to react, and followed him to the open space outside.

Two tanks opened the way, two armored vehicles followed closely behind, and a large number of infantry ran forward, escorting a military Hummer star-holding the moon in the center.

The convoy drove into the airport, and dispatched personnel and institutions from various countries immediately surrounded him.

The soldiers scattered, occupied various key positions and began to alert, blocking personnel like Tom after the blockade line.

A black windbreaker with bright oil paint on his face and a pair of dark sunglasses walked out of the Hummer, followed by a bodyguard in the same outfit.

Tom looked at the master who was stirring up the international situation and thought of those monster soldiers who were fearless and unwilling to die on the battlefield. He felt cold and his steps slowed down.

Keep giving up in a conspicuous position, hide in the crowd, and observe carefully.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends, welcome everyone to this disaster-stricken land!" Shaqui Abbas seemed to be giving an impromptu speech, but his voice...is very strange, like a false voice of electronic synthesis, thick, with a little evil tremor in its lowness.

"For many years, our legitimate rights and interests have been trampled on, our reasonable demands have been despised, and our calls for justice have been slandered!"

"Now, we decided to fight..." As he said that, he suddenly took off his sunglasses, his dark red eyes flashed with this stunning halo, and screams burst into surprise.

"We also find the power to fight until victory!"

"I know the purpose of you here, and I am very happy and honored to introduce to you the source of strength and the great existence that has given us strength!"

"Of course, it is not costless to meet this great existence. As for what the price is, you already know... Yes, sacrifices are offered, only enough sacrifices can bring this great existence to come!"

Tom finally knew why the Pentagon was so restricted in this incident.

After the brief improvisational speech, Shaqui Abbas stayed at the airport for an hour, and General Powell and several CIA intelligence officers disappeared for an hour.

An hour later, General Powell, who was furious, returned and immediately issued a new order.

This order is not to attack Shaqui Abbas's power, but to select elite soldiers and rush to another mysterious location.

Half an hour later, Tom got on a helicopter again and flew directly to another place where ethnic minority armed forces gathered.

When he arrived at the destination, he sat on the helicopter and looked down. At first glance, he thought he had arrived above a construction site.

I saw a large number of locals busy on a huge and flat ground, and engineering vehicles coming and going poured and portrayed a huge, cumbersome and weird figure on the ground.

"What is this?" Tom couldn't help asking.

"Who knows the ghost thing used to summon Satan or God!"

Tom's lips opened.

When the helicopter landed, many colleagues had already arrived first. The receptionists took Tom and his group to a conference hall without caring about it.

"Don't see those Chinese people? They have a huge influence here, and the supporters here are them. So, we are here to their territory, and we will be smarter in the future..." General Powell said.

The Chinese gathered together, the Americans gathered together, and Britain, Germany, France, and all five major countries arrived.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a large group of men and women in strange uniforms guarded the little boy who seemed to be only eight or nine years old and walked into the conference hall.

"God, he...he really..."

"Are you young?"

"Shh!"

Tian Tian came to the center of the conference hall, glanced at everyone with different expressions, and said with a small face, "Everyone, I already know your purpose. I'm sorry, we need tickets too."

"Don't worry, no one will lose his life. The energy required to summon the gods will be shared equally with many volunteers!"
Chapter completed!