Two years have passed, and the personal information for Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang has been updated from missing to deceased. Except for a few specific people, no one rembers the severe military incident that happened at Area 51 in the United States anymore.
Near the Mafu Lake area, a tall young man is in a standoff with a group of US Army soldiers.
"Asian, leave this area imdiately." The Arican captain with an eagle tattoo on his arm sternly points his gun at the young man ahead.
The young man is physically robust, comparable to any specially trained soldier. Since he hasn’t spoken, the Air Force captain can only identify him as Asian by his yellow skin and black eyes.
According to the Air Force surveillance, this young man has entered and exited Area 51 multiple tis, and after being expelled by the military, he has settled in Rachel Town.
Several air force sergeants from the base have seen him in the town.
According to the owner of the motel where he is staying, the young man is taciturn, with a gloomy deanor, and only speaks simple English. He seldom talks, even when he encounters other Asian tourists who also co to Area 51 out of curiosity; he often initiates conversation himself.
The only question the young man has ever asked is about the origin of the gigantic collapse in the Mafu Lake area.
Following the incident two years ago, the garrison at Area 51 has almost entirely changed. For the air force soldiers who survived by a fluke, everything from that night was a nightmare.
The mutated jellyfish entities, with countless tentacles, instantly tore several helicopters apart in the air.
One mont, Minister Michael of the ngshan Company was sitting in a combat helicopter, commanding the battle, and the next mont, his chest was pierced through.
No human weapon can compare to the wrath of different cultivators.
Although afterward, several surviving soldiers testified against a few "murderers," the governnt, citing national interest, politely put those individuals on a plane.
Two of them were Asians.
As a newly assigned Air Force captain who graduated from a renowned Arican military academy, facing this Asian face, the fire of hatred in his heart is blazing, as he waves the latest standardized pistol.
The young man seems to not see his gun but looks toward the collapsed area in the distance.
"Xiao Xian, is it you?" The grief that has settled for two years resurfaces at this mont.
Before separating from Xiao Xian, Yezi always believed that ti was the best healing tool.
However, after the first separation from Xiao Xian, he discovered that this statent was false.
The passage of ti only intensifies one’s longing.
After receiving the news from the Huake Institute that Xiao Xian was missing and likely had perished, Yezi was one of the few who refused to believe this fact.
He stubbornly waited, hoping for Xiao Xian to suddenly appear.
Until Mr. Zhu’s coffin was sent back to the village according to his request and buried among the green hills and clear waters, Xiao Xian still hadn’t returned.
Thus, Yezi told himself again that Xiao Xian must have been delayed by sothing, and she was probably still stuck in the United States.
He firmly believed this, and with an efficiency even he found unbelievable, he processed his docunts to go abroad and entered the United States.
Bumping along, he found the location of Area 51.
In a foreign country, with limited language skills, he initially suffered many setbacks. Fortunately, his body was his best weapon, even in a country like the United States where guns and violence were equally rampant.
He had encountered several local gangsters, and without exception, they were like the Arican soldier in front, thinking that a show of guns could stop everything.
"Die or leave," Yezi used the simplest yet strong enough words to warn the soldier in front of him.
The soldier and the others behind him responded by pulling the trigger.
"Looking for death," a cruel glint flashed in Yezi’s eyes.
Above the Mafu Lake area in Area 51, dark clouds suddenly gathered.
They were clouds that could produce sound, move quickly, and were terrifying.
After chaotic gunfire, a series of screams, louder than the last, ensued.
Burly soldiers rolled on the ground, so shouting, "Different cultivator, it’s a different cultivator."
How could it not be a different cultivator controlling such a large number of wasps?
Each wasp was three to four tis larger than an ordinary wasp. Their stingers were dark and shiny, gleaming coldly, and the uniforms could hardly resist the swarming wasps’ stings.
Reviews
All reviews (0)