Chapter 1 stan's Home

Five minutes earlier, at stan's house.

stan's mother, sharon, was anxiously on the phone: "Please, I don't know who else to turn to. The police aren't helping at all. I think the kids are really in big trouble this time."

The person on the other end of the line said something.

sharon replied, "Yes...yes...Okay, please call me after you confirm. Thank you." She hung up.

After putting down the phone, her face was still full of worry. sharon was one of the more normal characters in South Park, so when her son went missing, her reaction was like that of most parents.

But... there was another not-so-normal person in this house. That was stan's father, randy, the lowest of the low in South Park...

randy's image was usually a blue shirt, center-parted black hair, and a small mustache, slightly wider than Hitler's.

This guy's profession was geologist, but he was rarely seen working properly. Most of the time, he was just lowering the bar everywhere.

At this moment, while his wife was feeling exhausted due to her son's disappearance, randy was holding a portable video camera, filming around the house.

In these two episodes of *South Park*, randy had just bought a video camera, so he was filming everything all day long. The content was extremely boring and repetitive... including family meals, baths, watching TV, going to the toilet, etc., and he even provided his own commentary while filming.

"randy! I swear to God, if you don't put that thing down..." sharon roared at him angrily. She had had enough of her husband's nonsense these past few days.

But randy responded with the same sentence he had been using repeatedly these days: "sharon, one day you'll be glad I recorded so many family anecdotes."

"I'm not kidding, randy, enough!" sharon yelled. "Why do you need to record every minute and second..."

Suddenly, a muffled roar sounded outside the house...

sharon's words were interrupted, and her expression became suspicious and uncertain.

"What the hell was that?" randy also said.

But he didn't stop filming, and instead entered "Cloverfield" mode (a film that broke new ground in shooting techniques, unfolding from the perspective of a character holding a portable video camera).

"Oh, my God," sharon said with some fear after feeling earthquake-like footsteps.

"Something seems to be happening outside..." randy said. "You stay in the house." He said, holding the camera and running towards the door.

As he ran to the door, stan's violent sister, shelly, happened to come down from the second floor. She stood on the stairs and said, "What's happening, Dad?"

"Go back to your room! shelly!" randy replied in a commanding tone.

Then, randy rushed out of the house. As soon as he opened the door, he saw crowds of people screaming and running, and he could hear the sound of helicopter rotors in the sky. He looked up and saw two Chinooks (the kind of twin-rotor transport helicopter commonly seen in movies) hovering in the air.

randy saw a familiar face in the crowd, stan's teacher, Mr. Garrison (a jerk whose moral bottom line was second only to randy's, with a bald head, glasses, and a green suit. This person had undergone two sex change operations, during which he was a male heterosexual, a gay man, a female heterosexual, and a lesbian; every time he changed his sexual orientation, he would participate in the group's gatherings and demonstrations, and when his own interests were involved, he would immediately change his position and frantically attack and insult other groups. He was a typical case of "buttocks determine the brain"). randy went up and grabbed him, asking, "What's going on?"

Garrison replied in a panic, "They're everywhere!"

"What? What do you mean by 'they'?" randy pressed.

"Fuzzy things..." Garrison shouted. "Really... super fuzzy!" After shouting, he shook off randy's arm and fled in the direction of the crowd.

"Ah—"

A scream attracted randy's attention. He turned his head and saw a man in a yellow t-shirt and jeans flying from a great distance, landing with a thud right in front of him.

The man's body was severely twisted and deformed. His left leg was bent forward like it had been on a rack, and his arms were bent behind his back; the ribs on the left side of his torso were exposed, and the bones of his right wrist were sticking out.

Almost the moment he landed, the man died, bleeding from his mouth and nose, his eyes wide open in death.

"Who the [Bleep] did this!" randy exclaimed in shock.

Whoosh—

Another groan.

randy looked up and, behind the fleeing crowd, he saw... a giant guinea pig.

"What the hell is that..." randy exclaimed.

"Mr. Marsh, you need to leave quickly! It's not safe here!" Someone grabbed randy's shoulder and shouted at him.

The speaker was the town's patrol officer, Barbrady (wearing sunglasses, slightly fat, suspended from duty in a certain season for being illiterate, and somehow reinstated later). He was quite responsible and even knew to remind others to evacuate quickly.

Hearing this, randy quickly ran to the other side of the street, only to see a car flying out from the corner. The car rolled several times on the ground and exploded in flames. Following closely behind was another oversized guinea pig.

"Oh! God! God!" randy saw the giant monster in front of him, but instead of running away immediately, he stopped, pointed the portable video camera at his face, and gasped, "Haah... haah... I... I... haah... am shocked!"

Just as this idiot was being foolish, suddenly... a speeding car darted out from the side and rear of the guinea pig and slammed into the monster.

After the impact, a man wearing a dark blue ski jacket flew out of the driver's seat. Even in such a violent car accident, he still remembered to tightly grab a backpack and a submachine gun.

And only five seconds later, the man escaped from the monster's side with extremely agile movements.

At this moment, three f-15s flew over, and several missiles trailing white smoke streaks roared in.

These missiles all hit the guinea pig, but the shock wave of the explosion affected an area of dozens of meters. randy was far away and was only knocked to the ground. But Feng Bujue wasn't so lucky. He was blown away, drawing a parabola in the air, and crashed into a wrecked car on the side of the road.

This car had probably also been thrown or trampled by the giant monster, and the car shell had long been deformed. When Feng Bujue fell, his waist was cut by a metal edge that came out of nowhere, and a whole finger-length wound was gushing blood.

In this kind of situation where the whole body slams into something, protective gear is useless. The jacket he stole from the gun store did provide some relief.

"Damn it..." Feng Bujue cursed as he climbed out of the car.

His face was also cut by broken glass, and a bloody gash was drawn across his left cheek, but this injury was shallow and didn't cause much survival value loss or continuous bleeding damage.

Whoosh—

The smoke and dust from the missile explosion hadn't completely dissipated, and the giant guinea pig's cry sounded again.

According to Feng Bujue's memory, these monsters were very powerful, conventional weapons were basically useless, and even tanks would be overturned. Bullets, shells, missiles... none of them could hurt them, and could only play a suppressive role.

And as a person with a body of flesh and blood, getting close to these guinea pigs was almost tantamount to courting death. With such a large difference in size, if humans approached, they would surely die whether they were grabbed, bitten, stepped on, or scratched...

"Just around the corner... how can I be stopped here." Feng Bujue muttered fiercely. He put his backpack on his shoulders, held his wound with one hand, and held a gun with the other. The moment [Ling Shi Ju Shen Shu] was activated, he suddenly stomped on the ground.

The next second, the sound of concrete being torn apart rang out, and a spider web-like crack with a radius of five meters bloomed on the road surface under Feng Bujue's feet. And the person in the middle of this web had already risen like a bullet out of a gun, leaping into the sky.

With a mid-air straight body of three hundred and sixty degrees, Feng Bujue successfully flipped onto the rooftop of a four-story building.

Since he couldn't get through on the street, he would fly over the eaves and walls and go straight through.

Unexpectedly, just as Jue-ge was diagonally crossing this rooftop, he caught sight of randy on the street to the front and side. This idiot was still standing there playing his first-person selfie short drama as the giant monster approached.

"Damn... this guy..." Feng Bujue naturally recognized randy, and the cursor on the radar also showed that this was one of his side quest targets.

So there was no choice but to save him...

"Run! You [Bleep]!" Feng Bujue jumped off the street and fired two grenades at the guinea pig with his m733CommAndo in mid-air.

At the moment when the grenade hit the monster but hadn't exploded, Feng Bujue landed, not even bothering to buffer the movement, enduring the impact of the fall, maintaining his stance, and immediately darting forward.

randy, with a face full of horror, only saw a figure descending from the sky like a superhero and pouncing on him.

This person was covered in blood, looked ferocious, and didn't look back at the explosion scene. It seemed that this was a real man...

"Ah—" Feng Bujue roared inexplicably. This roar contained too many complex emotions, of course, mainly anger and displeasure.

With a single arm, Jue-ge grabbed randy and dragged him up. He didn't even care about his wound, gritted his teeth, carried a middle-aged man on his shoulder, and ran forward as if flying, and asked loudly, "Where is your house?"

"Wha... what?" randy asked woodenly, still in shock.

"Your house! Where!" Feng Bujue repeated word by word.

"It's... it's over there..." randy pointed to a house dozens of meters away. Two seconds later, he picked up the camera and pointed it at himself again, "Oh... God, a superhero came to save me." He raised his head slightly and said to Feng Bujue, "Hey, buddy, what's your superhero name?"

"[Bleep]" This was Feng Bujue's response.

But randy actually believed it. He looked at the camera again and said, "His name is [Bleep], oh! A real superhero, how cool is that!"

If it wasn't for the mission, Feng Bujue would have killed this guy long ago, but at this moment he still had to endure it.

In less than half a minute, Feng Bujue rushed to the door of stan's house. The door of the house wasn't closed, so Feng Bujue threw randy in with a flick of his hand, and he followed him into the house.

Closing the door, Jue-ge collapsed to the ground.

In just a few minutes, this series of actions had greatly reduced his survival value, and at this moment he was at a dangerous level of 13%.

As soon as Feng Bujue entered the house, he took out disinfectant, bandages, and suture needles and thread from his backpack, preparing to treat the wound on his waist.

As a very efficient person, he didn't keep his mouth shut, and took advantage of this time to communicate with the three NPCs in front of him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

sharon and shelly both looked scared and helpless, only randy was holding the camera with a focused expression, pointing it at Feng Bujue, and explaining, "Look, the superhero is stitching up his wound in my living room."

Although Feng Bujue really wanted to beat randy up, he still endured it, because he knew that there was no tape in randy's camera... and Jue-ge wasn't going to remind him, so let this guy film it.

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At the same time, Central America, Costa Rican airspace.

In the night sky, a C130 transport plane with the American flag and Department of Defense logo on its fuselage was flying south.

Five elementary school students sat in a row in the cabin, no one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed quite strange.

Suddenly, the door leading to the cockpit was opened, and the co-pilot walked in and said to the children, "Okay, we are 800 kilometers away from Peru. After landing, a truck will take you into the country, and they will give you a brief mission briefing." After saying this, he returned to the cockpit and closed the door.

A few seconds later, Craig opened his mouth expressionlessly and said, "When you came up with that brilliant idea—making money by posing as a Peruvian panpipe band—was there ever a brief moment when any of you would say, 'Hey, you know what, this plan might go wrong'?" He paused for two seconds, then answered himself, "No, you wouldn't think so, because you're all assholes and never learn your lesson, so all the students in the school despise you."

kyle replied, "That's not true! The kids at school like us." He looked at stan and said, "That's right, isn't it?"

stan affirmed and said, "Of course, the kids at school love us to death." He turned to Craig and said, "It's just that Craig is getting cocky because we're in a bad situation now."

Craig still complained calmly, "I'm getting cocky... You took the money from my birthday red envelope (the money for the children to form the Peruvian panpipe band came from Craig), caused me to be arrested, and was exiled to Miami. Now we can't go home unless we take down the entire country of Peru... So, am I getting cocky?"

Cartman pointed at Craig and said to the other kids, "I'm speechless about this kid."

Craig ignored him and continued, "Do you know why no one in school likes to hang out with you four?" He paused habitually, "Because you're always doing this kind of thing... You always come up with some bad ideas, and the results are often counterproductive, and then you get deported or sent into outer space or something." He concluded, "That's why... no one wants to hang out with you."

Cartman replied nonchalantly, "You're too pessimistic, Craig. Everything will be alright."

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At the same time, U.S. Department of Homeland Security, Conference Hall.

The conference hall was empty at this time, with only one person standing silently by the podium at the front, the balding commander, who was also the Secretary of Homeland Security.

In front of him was a world map. At this moment, he was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the map. There was even a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Sir, we have encountered bigger trouble." The black military officer in general's uniform walked in from the door with a document in his hand, and said anxiously.

"Oh?" The Secretary of Homeland Security's tone was very relaxed, "What else could be the problem?"

"Reports of major disasters have been sent from all over the world. The culprits who caused huge casualties and losses seem to be..." The black officer hesitated.

Before the Secretary of Homeland Security finished speaking, he turned around and said with a sneer, "Guinea pigs?"

The black officer was stunned when he heard this, "Uh... yes, sir. How did you know?"

"You are so close to the truth, Davis." The Secretary of Homeland Security smiled, "Hehe... you almost saw it."

"Uh? Sir?" Davis really didn't understand what the commander meant.

"I thought you knew the truth in Miami... but you just couldn't see through the clues." The Secretary of Homeland Security said again.

"You... you knew all this would happen?" Davis responded stammeringly.

"Oh~ This is just the beginning, Davis." The Secretary of Homeland Security raised a hand and waved a finger, "And I... will never let you ruin things."

Before he finished speaking, the Secretary of Homeland Security suddenly opened his mouth, and his tongue shot out like a javelin, extending to a length of four or five meters in a second. The tip of his tongue drilled into Davis's eye socket, passed through his eyeball, and entered his brain.

Davis didn't have time to react at all. After trembling all over for a few seconds, his brain was completely smashed, and his body fell powerlessly to the ground, turning into a stiff corpse.

The Secretary of Homeland Security retracted his tongue and said very calmly to the corpse in front of him, "I'm sorry, my friend. I have exhausted my efforts and worked hard to wait for this day." He paused, "The panpipe band is heading for extinction, and the era of our guinea pigs has come." He bent down and picked up the file folder in Davis's hand, "And the only person who can stop all of this has been sent to a nameless place..."

At this time, the first page of the file was a photo, and the person in the photo was actually Craig...