He gently picked up the Shuttle Boat with his left hand, while his right hand grasped the World Protection gifted by Xiaoya, simultaneously activating both treasures.
The next mont.
Space was suddenly torn apart.
The Ancient God Abomination, Sebastian, vanished in an instant.
Yang Fan turned to look at the Carnia Federation, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "Mr. X, when the Ancient God Abomination starts its rampage, you should take a look, right?"
Besides avenging against the Carnians, he also aid to draw out Mr. X, who had comprehended the Fifth Primordial Star Formation.
*
Carnia Federation.
Capital White Stone City, West Third District.
In many films and television works on Canglan Star, the most frequently appearing intelligence agency is undoubtedly JICA.
Its full na is — Carnia Central Intelligence Agency.
Abbreviated as — JICA.
The headquarters of JICA is located in the West Third District.
This is the world’s largest intelligence agency, with an astonishing number of 360,000 employees even before the Age of Calamity.
JICA branches are spread all over the world, with a major intelligence center on every continent.
Every ally nation of the Carnia Federation must have a JICA branch.
For so non-ally small or weak nations, the Carnia Federation would openly establish branches, since those countries dared not say much.
JICA even has a branch for Great Xia, though its location is not in Great Xia but in the neighboring Ying Sang Kingdom, across the sea from Eastern Great Xia.
For over half a century, JICA has been involved in plotting various sches.
To put it bluntly, in the last eighty years, almost every riot large or small around the world has had JICA’s covert involvent.
Even Carnia’s citizens are aware of this, so in various films and shows, JICA often appears as the villain.
At this mont.
Inside a shooting range at JICA headquarters.
Greg was wearing protective ear muffs, holding a handgun with both hands, practicing shooting.
He was twenty-five years old, and just a few days ago, he joined JICA, considered a fresh rookie.
In recent months, to address the challenges brought by calamity, JICA recruited over 20,000 personnel in just two months.
Adding to the previous recruitnts since the Age of Calamity, the employee count has now swollen to 480,000.
But it’s not over yet.
According to the Azure Palace’s plans, in the coming years, the entire JICA will expand to 800,000 people.
According to the Azure Palace spokesperson, this is to better protect Carnia citizens.
But not even Carnia’s children would believe that nonsense.
Many Carnians know that JICA has recruited nurous experts in biology and chemistry.
How could an intelligence agency recruiting biology and chemistry experts possibly be for national protection?
What a big joke!
"Bang! Bang!"
Greg pulled the trigger a few more tis.
Small holes appeared on the target twenty ters away.
An image was pasted on the target paper depicting a shadow figure, surrounded by many wavy lines.
This is clearly the image of the Great Xia Ghost.
Not just this target; every target in the range had the sa Great Xia Ghost target paper pasted on them.
From this small detail alone, one could see how much Carnians were hostile towards the Great Xia Ghost.
Greg picked up the binoculars hanging around his neck, took a look at the target paper, and cursed, "Sh*t!"
A voice with a hint of laughter ca from the shooting position next to him: "Biggest four-ring."
The speaker was a tall young white man with a skull tattoo on the back of his right hand.
The tattooed man waved his right hand and laughed: "Buddy, it looks like you need more practice; otherwise, it’s easy to lose your life on field missions when danger strikes."
Greg felt a bit embarrassed but forced himself to argue: "Our main enemies are mutated monsters, for which a handgun is almost useless. I personally think that accuracy doesn’t matter much."
The tattooed man looked at him strangely: "Who told you our enemies are monsters?"
Greg was taken aback: "Isn’t that what the news dia say?"
The tattooed man shrugged: "You believe what the dia say?"
Greg had no words.
The tattooed man revealed the truth: "JICA, whether for dostic or international missions, mostly deals with humans."
He quickly gave an example: "For instance, last week, the headquarters sent a lot of agents to deal with an illegal sect in Yiliannuo State, killing over a hundred cultists and arresting more than five hundred people."
Since the arrival of the Age of Calamity, nurous illegal sects have appeared in the Carnia Federation, becoming one of the biggest headaches for the Azure Palace.
Greg asked a question: "What about dealing with monsters?"
The tattooed man answered: "That’s mainly work for the Mount of Gods; the military assists on the side while JICA only acts here and there."
Greg felt his ideals shatter: "Alright, I thought there’d be plenty of opportunities to shine at JICA!"
The tattooed man laughed: "Buddy, have you been watching too many movies?"
He paused and said: "Rember, JICA is an intelligence agency; our main job is gathering intel."
After saying that, the tattooed man raised his handgun aiming at Greg’s Great Xia Ghost target paper, imdiately pulling the trigger.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
A small hole appeared in the center of the target paper.
The tattooed man happily whistled: "10 rings!"
Greg glanced at the target paper, feeling a twinge of jealousy.
He had to admit that the shot was beautifully executed, clean, and amazingly accurate.
The tattooed man smiled smugly: "Buddy, keep practicing. I’m going for a cup of coffee."
He put down the gun and said while walking: "The coffee outside has increased to 5 bucks a cup, but JICA employees still get free coffee. I like this place."
Greg was about to speak when he suddenly felt a bone-chilling wind above him.
The shooting range had heating on, though the temperature wasn’t particularly high to save energy, but it was around 15 degrees.
The wind was eerily cold, causing Greg to shiver and his skin to crawl with goosebumps.
He instinctively looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.
A terrifying, hideous shadow ca into his view imdiately.
At the sa ti.
A very hoarse voice ca from the shadow’s head.
"I am Sebastian... Do you know... where Captain Wolfgang is?"
Greg, in extre shock, had a thought pop into his mind: "Sebastian? Wolfgang? Why do these nas sound like Delint?"
In fact.
The reason the Ancient God Abomination Sebastian asked this was due to Yang Fan’s subtle handiwork.
He had implanted a false mory in Sebastian, making it want to find Captain Wolfgang to confess.
Though Sebastian had transford into a monster, the massive guilt still tornted it.
And confession was a form of self-redemption.
Therefore, Sebastian took this false mory as a lifeline, accepting it without a shadow of a doubt.
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