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Under the heavy blow, Mu Qingcang's back bones shattered in succession.

His pupils suddenly dilated, the view of the sky inexplicably darkening, his entire body pierced by intense pain.

Li Ang's palm, seemingly slow but actually fast, grasped towards his head.

The golden eagle hovering in mid-air screeched sharply and swooped down.

It abruptly spread its wings, fanning out gusts of qi wind.

The qi blade struck Li Ang's left shoulder, penetrating the Mirage Dragon Red Mane outer garment, creating streaks of deep bloody marks.

But, that was all.

The biological template, operating at full power, rapidly healed the shoulder wound. Li Ang's right pinky finger, suspended in mid-air, silently shot out a green disintegration beam, hitting the golden eagle, causing its wings to corrode, and it plummeted to the ground with a mournful cry.

The surrounding Mobile Task Force members besieged him like madmen, but could not even penetrate the Red Mane's defense.

Just as Li Ang was about to grab Mu Qingcang's head, two piercing whistles suddenly came from the sky.

Buzz—

Two metal spears fell from the high altitude towards Li Ang, swift and fast, unstoppable.

Li Ang slightly turned his body, his massive frame displaying an unbelievable degree of agility, narrowly avoiding the metal spears' piercing trajectory.

However, the left hand gripping Mu Qingcang inexplicably lightened—a dark shadow rapidly approached from the corner of his eye, snatching Mu Qingcang away at the critical moment.

And those two metal spears, after completing their mission of obstruction, levitated into the air and retreated to the Mobile Task Force's formation.

Reinforcements.

Li Ang's mind was as still as an ancient well, slowly straightening his body, looking at the two people who had suddenly appeared.

One was a short-haired youth, wearing a smart, standard Special Affairs Bureau black suit, with square-framed glasses, expressionless, with two gorgeous golden knight's spears floating behind him—

The spears were five meters long, the spear blades conical, tapering from top to bottom, with outward-extending guards at the bottom, the entire spear body covered with magnificent patterns and jeweled ornaments.

The other was a brown-haired, curly-haired teenager, wearing a wolf's head t-shirt, casually tying the standard Special Affairs Bureau suit around his waist, with arm guards on each hand—from the style, it was exactly what the Special Affairs Bureau was preparing to promote on a large scale.

It could release a wide variety of special powers by inserting cards with different attributes.

Zhong Li Mieming,

and,

Wang Bu Liuxing.

Li Ang expressionlessly stretched out his palm. He had encountered these two before in the Door to the Lost World battle.

The former had once ranked ninth on the individual combat power list, while the latter was twenty-sixth.

"Captain Mu,"

Zhong Li Mieming, who was controlling the levitating knight's spears, looked at Li Ang in front of him, and asked Mu Qingcang, who had just been rescued, without turning his head, "Are you alright?"

"Not dead yet."

Mu Qingcang gritted his teeth and stood up, taking out a bottle of magical potion from the void and gulping it down, barely healing his injuries.

"We just received the message and rushed back from the front line."

Wang Bu Liuxing, a teenager who looked about the same age as Li Ang, smacked his lips with a bit of a nonchalant air. "Captain Mu, is your Yin City branch any good? I heard that Li Risheng has a great relationship with us, to the point of introducing us to girlfriends and assigning us work RVs.

How did he suddenly turn from friend to foe?"

"How would I know?"

Mu Qingcang replied unhappily. He had worked at the Shu base for a period of time and was once the superior of the two. They had a good private relationship, and there was no estrangement caused by hierarchy or differences in strength.

Mu Qingcang adjusted his breathing, put the empty potion bottle into his backpack, and asked in a deep voice, "Just the two of you?"

"What else?"

Wang Bu Liuxing curled his lips and said, "This isn't Journey to the West, where the small ones are beaten and the old ones come, and the old ones are beaten and even older ones jump out.

The front line is tight, it's good enough that they could send two people over.

Besides"

He looked at Li Ang, the frivolous expression on his face slowly receding, replaced by a solemn look, "Against opponents of this level, no matter how many ordinary people come, they're just delivering food.

On the contrary, they will tie our hands and feet."

""

Mu Qingcang remained silent, not in the mood to pay attention to the strange undertones in Wang Bu Liuxing's words.

"Someone's coming."

Zhong Li Mieming frowned slightly, turned his head to look to the side, and saw a dozen figures coming together from the shadows of the tall buildings.

It was the delegation of representatives from other forces' strongholds in Yin City.

"Francis Rodney."

Zhong Li Mieming called out the name of the white middle-aged man belonging to the European Heavy Industries Group, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course, to protect the citizens' own personal property."

The representative of the European Heavy Industries Group, called Francis, pointed to a tall building not far away, and rubbed his palms with a chuckle, "This shouldn't be against the rules, right, officer?"

"Hmph."

Zhong Li Mieming snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Due to the existence of the common cause of the world fighting against the cataclysm,

Official extraordinary organizations in various regions will open strongholds with diplomatic functions in other regions.

Exchanging intelligence information, organizing cultural exchange activities, conducting negotiations, talks, and even mutually dispatching personnel to learn knowledge, and so on.

In order to facilitate management, and also to facilitate monitoring,

The Yin City Special Affairs Bureau placed all the stronghold buildings of outside organizations such as the FBI's Special Incident Department near the Yin City headquarters.

They usually restrict them, not allowing them to run around, but at this time they were given the opportunity to jump out.

"This, is the famous Mr. Li Risheng, right?"

Francis turned his gaze to Li Ang, who had lifted the restrictions on his body and stood silently like a demon, a trace of admiration flashing in the depths of his eyes.

He hid his gaze very well, and said with a smile, "I've heard so much about you for a long time, seeing is believing.

Mr. Li Risheng, our European Heavy Industries Group greatly appreciates young talents like you,

Especially after you have made indelible contributions to the Earth's forces in the Killing Game.

If the Special Affairs Bureau mistreats you, or repays kindness with enmity, causing you to suffer unfair treatment, we will definitely strongly condemn it internationally.

The door of the European Heavy Industries Group is always open to you."

"We are the same."

A hooked-nosed white man with the FBI logo on his chest said kindly, "Our FBI is very concerned about human rights issues, especially the human rights of transcendents.

Mr. Li, we have just learned that your conflict with the Special Affairs Bureau stems from the criminal record you committed before becoming a player.

The Special Affairs Bureau, for a few insignificant, not worth dying criminals, repays kindness with enmity, and cruelly persecutes you.

This kind of behavior is unacceptable.

As long as you are willing, we can come forward to mediate and protect you from leaving this place of right and wrong."