Southeastern Canada, Nova Scotia Peninsula, Spirit Management Council.
"Newman, when exactly are those three old geezers going to that man-eating island? I'm getting depressed watching the three of them show off there every day."
"Don't say that, Spert. They are members of the Hunter Group. Do you know what that means? Humans with the keen senses of a hunting dog."
"Hahaha..."
"Hahaha..."
"You two vermin, shut your stinking mouths. The moment you open them, I can smell the stench from Ottawa,"
"Captain Doyle."
"Captain Doyle."
Doyle smoothed his long blond hair and adjusted his waterproof trench coat. He was a North American man who was extremely conscious of his personal image. He walked up to Newman and Spert and kicked each of them in the backside.
"At this tense moment, if you don't want to die, shut your stinking mouths."
Doyle glanced back at the door and whispered to the two, "They are on a mission to Death Island. Regardless of whether they return, or how many die, our mission is to escort them to the outskirts of Death Island, and then... return alive."
Spert patted Doyle's shoulder and grinned, "Captain, you have to trust our escape skills."
Doyle glanced at the two again, then smoothed his hair. He didn't say anything, but the worry in his eyes was clear.
"Alright, enough nonsense, time to go..."
Just then, Doyle's phone rang. It was the front desk staff, saying there was a package.
Doyle was stunned. A package? For the Spirit Management Council?
Doyle looked at his two subordinates and saw them shaking their heads. The Spirit Management Council wasn't a regular enterprise or institution where one could receive personal deliveries.
Who would dare send a package here? Even more absurdly, a delivery person actually dared to deliver it.
Doyle went down to the first floor and stood in the lobby, looking at the hesitant security guard and the cardboard box the guard was holding. It was indeed a package.
"Who delivered the package?" Doyle asked.
"Uh... it was a tall, big Chinese man. He just said it was a package for the Spirit Management Council, then he shoved this into my arms and left."
The security guard held up the box.
A Chinese man?
Doyle pursed his lips, took the package, and held it. The box wasn't large, more like a tissue box. He hesitated, waved the security guard back, then channeled his spiritual energy into the box. Finding no danger,
He carefully opened the cardboard box.
The moment the box was opened, his eyes widened.
"The Eye of Death! This is the damn Eye of Death!"
Doyle swallowed hard and hurried out, wanting to find the Chinese deliveryman, but he had vanished.
He secured the box and quickly entered the Spirit Management Council, heading straight to the top floor to find the three members of the Hunter Group.
Meanwhile...
"Willow, don't worry, I'm just going out for a bit. You don't need to specifically inform Kohl. The fewer people who know my whereabouts, the better."
"Oh, I'm not running from gambling debts, nor am I being chased by a jealous husband. I'm just going out to handle some business. What young person in this new era doesn't have some troublesome matters? Don't you think so?"
"I'm not sick. Only cats and dogs leave home before they die. I... damn it! Forget it, it's impossible to explain to you. In short, I'm just going out for some business, rest assured."
He Li sighed deeply, hung up the phone, and stroked Xiao Lan's head. In the trash can beside him was a set of delivery worker's uniforms.
"Xiao Lan, they're starting Death Island, a free-for-all. We can just pick up the scraps. Do you think what I'm doing is too cunning?"
"Woof!"
"Hmm, if you think it's not cunning, then that's good. I think so too. This isn't being a sly old fox, it's wisdom. The best strategy is to plan before acting, as the ancients did."
"Woof..."
"Good, you are indeed the dog-headed strategist of me, the great God of Truth. I will adopt your plan."
"Woof?"
He Li ignored Xiao Lan's confused gaze and took out another phone from his pants pocket. He had found it on the European man who had been killed when he returned to that place.
Then,
He dialed the number...
"Hello, it's daytime now, and the girls need to rest. We are temporarily not providing services. Please call again in the evening to make a reservation..."
"I'm so sorry, sir, it's daytime now, and the girls need to rest..."
"Get lost, I'm tired, I don't take calls during the day..."
......
He Li held the phone and fell into thought. He had made seven calls, all to this service. Was that person a believer of the Z Church, or a high-class VIP in the red-light district?
Were there no decent numbers on this phone?
Finally, the 11th number connected to someone in the Z Church.
The call was connected, and He Li didn't speak first because he didn't know the name of the phone's owner. He was just breathing heavily, giving the impression of being on his last breath.
After a moment of silence from both sides,
The voice on the other end of the phone spoke, an old man's voice, low and cold.
"Is this Dylan?"
So his name was Dylan...
He Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his voice and pretended to be nervous, saying, "Helsen betrayed Dylan, the Eye of Death was stolen, quickly... quickly... bang!"
He Li crushed the phone in his hand, patted the fragments of the phone, and grinned sinisterly. He patted Xiao Lan's dog head.
"Xiao Lan, your plan is too wicked. Don't use it again next time."
Xiao Lan didn't even look at He Li, drooping his head, "Woof... whine..."
......
Bang!
In the Z Church's base, Pope Roganford slammed his phone to the ground. He looked at the people sitting around the long table, glared at them, and roared hoarsely:
"Why isn't that idiot Helsen dead! He actually survived for half a year and betrayed us!"
The six people sitting around the long table all glanced at the Pope, then lowered their heads and remained silent. Anyone could guess that it was not easy for Helsen to hold on for half a year and only betray them now. Loyalty, for them, was not a virtue to uphold.
Humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, compassion, spirit, honesty, justice.
These were indeed beautiful virtues, but they needed to be 'needed', not to be held onto as discarded pawns.
Roganford raised his fist and slammed it hard on the long table, saying hatefully, "We have lost the Eye of Death. No matter who holds it, they will definitely open Death Island. First, send a portion of our people to Death Island to await its opening, then go and seize it. The newly awakened god must be at his weakest point!"
"At that time, first deal with the people who open Death Island, and then... capture the god."
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