The headquarters of the Spirit Management Association, the Hunter Group headquarters,
In the vast conference hall, though the decoration was simple, it was neither lacking in grandeur nor solemnity. Seated in the front row were Susan and Shang Jun, who was covered in injuries.
Susan looked at the six bureau chiefs of the Spirit Management Association branches seated on both sides of the podium, and the headquarters bureau chief in the middle, whose temples were streaked with white.
Susan lowered her head slightly. Godslayer? Yes, a god had died, died on Death Island, but it wasn't them who killed it. It was He Li, another god.
But seeing her colleagues' high spirits, seeing the excited ministers, the words she wanted to say, just reaching her lips, her peripheral vision caught sight of Shang Jun, whose face was flushed with excitement.
"Susan, we didn't disappoint the deputy leader. Our plan was successful. We really killed a god with the [Godslayer Nuclear Bomb]!" Shang Jun roared excitedly, the bandages on his chest and arms seeping fresh blood.
Susan pursed her lips and swallowed the words that had reached her mouth again.
She understood. This was He Li's conspiracy. He wanted to instigate the Hunter Group, the organization with the highest human combat power, to fight against the gods, and then he would reap the benefits from the sidelines.
He himself, with his own hands, had directed this bizarre farce. This was a god's game, and humans could only be tools for their struggle.
Susan felt a sense of bewilderment and bitterness. Just now, she had seen all the members of the Hunter Group looking fanatical, including the conservatives who followed the leader Zhao Tongzhi and were content with pleasure.
Even the leader of the Hunter Group, Zhao Tongzhi, that bitch, had a look of ecstasy on her face. She had even forgotten that four years ago, she had refused support for their godslaying attempt, which led to her team's disastrous defeat and the deaths of the deputy leader and others.
Susan desperately wanted to shout, "It's all fake! We didn't kill any gods! He Li killed the god, a god, my former subordinate, the person I once protected!"
But... she dared not!
She feared that because she had once protected He Li, her parents would be judged by the Spirit Management Association, and she feared that the people at the Binjiang Spirit Management Association would be implicated.
However, if she didn't speak,
Everyone in this conference hall would fall into He Li's conspiracy and end up with a tragic fate.
She was conflicted, struggling, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles, her body ice-cold, her arms trembling uncontrollably, her gaze flickering.
Suddenly,
Shang Jun beside her patted Susan's shoulder. Susan didn't look at Shang Jun's expression; it was definitely not what she wanted to see. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Susan, what's wrong?" Shang Jun asked curiously.
Susan gritted her teeth. She struggled for a moment and finally decided to speak. The mistake had already been made; they couldn't make another one.
Just as she looked up, about to speak,
Dong!
Dong... dong!
Dong... dong... dong!
The Heroic Spirit Bell outside the conference hall rang. It was the Heroic Spirit Bell for the fallen. Each chime was so powerful, filled with sorrow and remembrance.
Susan looked up and scanned the hall. Everyone was silently lowering their heads in mourning. Only she looked around in a daze. At this moment, her heart turned cold, as if she had been abandoned by the entire world.
Warm tears streamed from her eyes. The tears that had just left her eyes turned cold again. She sat there, like a lost child in an amusement park, not knowing what to do.
She was crying, but she didn't know what she was crying for. Was she crying for her fallen comrades, or for her own cowardice?
She had messed everything up. In the end, it was her own selfishness. Fearing gods, wanting to become a god, but not understanding gods. Gods were gods, and she was just a person with a little power.
To kill a god with a mortal body, how exhilarating that would be!
But... it was just a joke. Some things couldn't be accomplished with just passion and courage. Human strength has its limits; human peak is merely the starting point for gods.
The moment of silence ended. Some people saw Susan's tears and thought she was mourning the fallen comrades; some couldn't help but shed tears, while others remained indifferent.
Lu Sishao, the Minister of the Spirit Management Association Headquarters, looked at the more than thirty members of the Hunter Group in the conference hall. For a moment, he felt a surge of ambition. The Spirit Management Association had never succeeded in killing a god in all its history. In his generation, they had finally succeeded, although it cost the lives of five Hunter Group members and the use of the [Godslayer Nuclear Bomb].
But they had done it!
"In the human world, there are bizarre and ferocious demons, and selfish and cold-hearted gods, but they have forgotten that this is the human world. We have the powerful Hunter Group elites, and high-tech weapons capable of killing gods. We..."
Lu Sishao kept pounding the podium with his fist as he spoke. He was excited, fanatical.
Susan's words ultimately remained unspoken. She just watched Lu Sishao shed tears, and watched her father, Minister Yu, shed tears.
Minister Yu naturally noticed his daughter. He was puzzled why Susan was crying like this. Was it just for the fallen comrades?
He didn't understand his daughter, but he was always paying attention to her. He gave Susan a look.
Susan nodded silently, then lowered her head, listening silently to Lu Sishao's speech.
It was the same old talk, like a foot-binding cloth, long and tedious.
The core content was nothing more than to continue hunting gods at all costs, not hesitating to use more Godslayer Nuclear Bombs.
He Li's plan had succeeded, or rather, it had succeeded by half. The other half would need to be completed next time.
Meanwhile,
He Li was sitting on the sofa, watching television while watching a mischievous child do his homework. He found it strange, did foreign children also have homework?
Didn't the internet say that children abroad were all raised freely, respecting their imagination and freedom?
He Li scratched his head, but it had nothing to do with him. Kuhl had been sent away. Although Kuhl wanted to stay for two more days to bring some Canadian specialties back for his family, He Li gave Kuhl a set of Canadian dollars from the smallest to the largest denominations. What local specialty could be as useful as money?
He Li, unable to refuse Kuhl, had to take him to the supermarket to buy a large bag of pickles and instant meals for lazy people. It was truly speechless to travel so far to buy things produced domestically.
This was because at the bottom of those food boxes, there was a line of very small text that translated to "Produced in China, Qualified Inspection."
He Li watched the child write, his pinyin messy and scribbled like graffiti. However, there was a detail: the child had used his pencil down to the last bit. He used a small knife to shave out the last bit of pencil lead and inserted it into the tip of a syringe to continue using it as a pencil until the very last bit of lead was gone.
"Is this a new way to use a pencil?" He Li asked.
The child glanced at He Li. He was still very afraid of this person who was going to sell him, but he dared not not answer He Li's question. He replied timidly in a small voice:
"We don't have money at home. Three pencils cost one Canadian dollar."
He Li was stunned. What the... fuck!
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