Mysterious Recovery: I Have Two Ways To Become a God Chapter 100

Chapter 100 He Xianping? ? ?

As soon as Li Jun arranged for the wounded to get on the helicopter, he saw the convoy of the White Lotus Sect approaching nearby.

In order not to delay the treatment of the wounded, he said to Yang Zili: "You take the wounded back first, and I will meet the people of the White Lotus Sect here."

"no problem."

Yang Zili held the short man in suspended animation in one hand and boarded the helicopter with a submachine gun in the other. He was not interested in the affairs of the White Lotus Sect.

 Soon a helicopter took off and headed north.

He Wenqing raised his head and glanced at the departing helicopter, walked up to Li Jun with his ghost master and said:

“Hello, I am He Wenqing from the White Lotus Sect.”

 “Li Jun, Asia Headquarters.”

After the two reported their names, they briefly chatted for a few words. He Wenqing kept mentioning the battle just now in and out of the conversation. They were unable to help because of their lack of strength, and they admired the Asian headquarters very much.

Behind him, Bai Sangen licked his face and said: "I am very much looking forward to cooperating with the headquarters next time. I have longed for Renguo since I was a child. Being able to cooperate with the headquarters this time can be regarded as fulfilling my childhood dream."

As he spoke, he didn't care at all about the surprised looks he cast from others. In Bai San's opinion, the current Asian headquarters is too powerful. It's too easy to deal with ordinary ghost masters like them. If you don't flatter them, why should you wait to die?

 Lao Duan felt this the most. He still remembered Bai San's unruly look when the leader announced that he would cooperate with the headquarters. How come he has turned into a licking dog now?

Li Jun was not sure about the changes in mentality between them, but he felt quite benefited from He Wenqing and Bai San's overtures.

 Under the flattering guidance of He Wenqing, Bai San and others, they had a great time chatting, and they felt like old friends meeting each other too late.

“Speaking of which, I can be considered a native of Renguo, and my ancestral home is Dafu Province,” He Wenqing said with memories on his face: “In the middle of the Republic of China, my grandfather's generation moved to Xiaoyue State, and it has been a hundred years.”

 Li Jun looked slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that Master He was of Chinese descent. No wonder he speaks Mandarin so well."

"Hahaha!" He Wenqing chuckled and said: "This is all due to the influence of my aunt. She misses Renguo very much. She returned to China to invest in the country in the 1980s and donated many cultural relics to the Renguo Museum. It is still on display at the Renguo Museum.”

Li Jun felt a bit familiar when hearing He Wenqing's words, so he said, "Can you tell me about your aunt?"

"Of course. I was raised by my aunt since I was a child. My aunt told me a lot of things in the past...she passed away a few years ago...and left everything to me...her name is He Xianping."

 Dajing City, headquarters.

Zhao Jianguo received the news after the battle, killed two enemies and captured one alive. Only four of his own ghost-slaying team members were injured, but they were not fatal.

"good!"

 Zhao Jianguo clenched his fists and waved them vigorously. This victory further proved the power of supernatural gunpowder, and at the same time demonstrated the strength of the Asia headquarters, letting those careerists hiding in dark corners know the consequences of provoking the headquarters.

But after he was happy, Zhao Jianguo's face showed a sad look again. This battle seemed easy, but behind the scenes all the headquarters' current stock of supernatural gunpowder was consumed. Whether it was air-to-ground missiles or supernatural interference bombs, the consumed supernatural gunpowder could produce thousands of rounds. Psychic bullets.

 Coupled with the supernatural bullets consumed during the period, calculated based on one contribution point per supernatural bullet, it can be said that this battle consumed a total of tens of thousands of contribution points in materials.

 This is simply a waste of money!

At the same time, in a heavily guarded conference room on the other side of the ocean.

 Several serious-looking senior officials of the state were having a heated discussion.

"Currently, Renguo has captured the gravedigger. Shall we launch a rescue plan? So as not to expose our intelligence." "Oh my God! Are you crazy? Renguo is the most dangerous place now. Who can be sure to dig up the gravedigger?" Rescue the tomb man? If you go now, you will die."

“But if we don't save it, what will happen if Renguo finds out about our plan for heaven?”

"I don't think there's anything to worry about. The information the gravediggers know is quite limited, so what if they tell us everything? Can Renguo infer what we are going to do based on some simple information?"

“I agree, to rescue the gravedigger now is to step into the trap set by Ren Guo, and it is a loss-making business.”

 Gradually everyone in the conference room agreed to give up the gravedigger, and then they started discussing the next question.

“Doug, I need an explanation for the intelligence failure regarding the paranormal gunpowder. Why did the Department of Intelligence give a low threat rating?”

“Indeed, half of the failure of the Gravedigger's mission was due to the mistakes of the Intelligence Department.”

"Don't look at me like this. I'm also very sad that this mission failed. But it's not our fault, it's because the operations department was too aggressive. If they can wait for us to thoroughly understand the supernatural gunpowder before taking action, the result will be certain. Big difference.”

“Okay Doug, we are not listening to you shirk responsibility. You just need to tell us the latest analysis of supernatural gunpowder by the Intelligence Department.” The old man sitting in the main seat interrupted.

Doug said helplessly: "Well, according to the latest analysis of some of the intelligence and research department's experimental data on supernatural gunpowder we collected, the power of supernatural gunpowder will accumulate as the quantity increases. The reason why the Gravediggers were defeated so quickly is Just encounter a lot of supernatural gunpowder weapons.”

 After Doug finished speaking, someone immediately suggested:

“Supernatural gunpowder is too dangerous. Even an ordinary person with a weapon made from supernatural gunpowder can threaten the ghost master. I suggest that we join forces with the Delian Alliance to put pressure on Renguo and open up the formula of supernatural gunpowder.”

 But not everyone agrees with his point of view. Someone said:

“The current momentum of Renguo is strong and it is not a good time to be an enemy. Even if we jointly apply pressure, there will be no good results. I suggest we wait and see for the time being.”

"I also think it is not appropriate to have a conflict with Renguo at the moment. Although the performance of supernatural gunpowder is very good, as we all know, the production of all supernatural items is inseparable from supernatural ghosts. This is bound to be the case with supernatural gunpowder. Without corresponding ghosts, even if you really know the formula, To no avail."

“Yes, Renguo is a serious problem for us, so is Delian. I am opposed to cooperating with Delian.”

There were constant quarrels in the conference room, and it was difficult to make a decision for a while. In the end, the old man sitting in the chair made the decision. They were ready to calm down and avoid the sharp edge.

The outside of the conference room was shrouded in darkness and silent.

The sun was shining brightly on the other side of the planet. Wang Xiaoming stood on the balcony on the second floor of his residence, facing the sunshine and looking into the distance.

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang suddenly. Wang Xiaoming picked up the phone and found that it was Li Jun calling.

“Professor, I met He Xianping's descendants.”

 “He Xianping?!”

Wang Xiaoming quickly realized that this was an overseas Chinese who donated a compass to the Renguo Museum.

At that time, when the compass was identified in the museum and found to be an invalid supernatural item, he also suspected that this person was a ghost master. However, he later encountered the supernatural incident of the pencil box and forgot about this person.

 (End of this chapter)

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