Defense Force: Don't You DARE Come Any Closer!

Come to think of it, if the forces behind Cui Ji really wanted to raise the funds, they wouldn't need these Cui Ji clones at all to sell human tissue.

Moreover, wouldn't it be more profitable to sell a cute white-haired girl directly to Pantalone than to sell human tissue?

Perhaps Cui Ji knew what those people were thinking, so she deliberately made these girls imperfect, so that those behind them wouldn't force these clones to do that kind of thing?

Of course, this is just his guess.

However, at least one thing is certain: these clones do not harbor any hatred towards Cui Ji.

"So, you really don't want to live at all? Not even for the sake of these children?"

Mo Wang continued to ask Cui Ji.

"No, Mo Wang! If that kind of thing really happens, the military will not agree."

"Ahem, if Cui Ji continues to live, the Silver Curse will continue."

At this moment, No. 11 and Anby saw that Mo Wang actually wanted to let Cui Ji live, and they forced themselves to get up from the ground.

But the next moment, Mo Wang punched each of them, knocking them to the ground.

"I'm telling you, you two didn't actually want to kill this guy, did you?"

"Don't say things that you don't mean."

"Haven't I already said that I'll handle the rest?"

"You all just stay here and lie there peacefully."

As Mo Wang spoke, he glanced at Cui Ji again.

"How about that? If that reason isn't enough, I can keep finding reasons for you to live."

"Here's what we'll do. Do you want to take revenge on those guys who ordered the destruction of the Silver Army?"

Mo Wang then said to Cui Ji.

"Revenge?"

"That's right, whether it's those hypocritical guys or those behind you who intend to use you as a tool."

"I can solve all of these for you."

"Now tell me. Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to continue living?"

At this moment, in Cui Ji's eyes, Mo Wang seemed to radiate a sacred light.

"Revenge?"

Cui Ji muttered to herself, about revenge against those who had persecuted her and her fellow sufferers—something she had long since given up on.

Even the people behind her did not agree to help her take revenge immediately.

"If you really can, I promise you."

Cui Ji then looked at Mo Wang and said.

"Hey, welcome then, Miss Sister-in-law."

Mo Wang smiled with satisfaction after Cui Ji agreed.

Silver Team, Sister-in-Law Ranger Get!

Chapter 215 Defense Force: You fucking don't come any closer!

Outside New Ailidou, inside a military base.

This is an observation base established by the Defense Force.

In a conference room, a group of officers were having a meeting, discussing something that was unclear.

The man at the head was holding a document in his hand.

Judging from the epaulets on his shoulders, this man is a major.

"Hey, is No. 11 still not back?"

At this moment, the major looked up and asked the officers around him.

"This... there's still no news about that guy on No. 11, Major."

At this moment, a second lieutenant, somewhat nervously, answered the major's question.

"Tsk! It's been three whole days, and they still haven't returned? Could they have already died inside the Hollow?"

Upon hearing his subordinate's reply, the major's face clearly showed displeasure.

It is not difficult to conclude from their conversation that this major is the same officer who has always been No. 11's superior.

"Well, it's hard to say. Trigger also said they haven't found any trace of No. 11. I'm afraid something really has happened."

The lieutenant couldn't help but speak up at that moment.

"Hmph, I told you long ago, the Silver Army project is completely unreliable. That No. 11 or whatever he left behind is utterly useless."

"It's a shame we spent so much money to build such an army."

At this moment, a captain said impatiently, clearly someone who hated the Silver Army.

"It's too late to say all this now."

The major did not deny what his subordinates said, but simply stated it in a calm tone.

"If No. 11 is dead, he's dead. That's what we planned anyway."

"However, even so, you must find a way to retrieve No. 11's body for me."

The major then said this.

Hearing the major's words, his subordinates began to look worried.

If No. 11 died outside, that would be fine, but if No. 11 had an accident inside the Hollow, then what's the point of searching for him?

When did the idea that there were corpses inside the Hollow come about?

If any living thing gets into trouble inside the Hollow, wouldn't it all just turn into Yi Hai? Once they're inside, who knows which Yi Hai is No. 11?

Just as one of the subordinates was about to say something, the lights in their room began to flicker.

"What's going on?"

The major was looking at the overhead light with a puzzled expression when, in the next moment, the light went out completely, plunging the room into darkness.

The room fell into dead silence instantly, followed by the sounds of soldiers firing bullets and screams coming from outside.

The major jumped to his feet, his hand already on his sidearm, and shouted sharply, "What's going on?! Who turned on the light—"

His words came to an abrupt end.

In the darkness, a bone-chilling cold suddenly approached, as if something was silently penetrating the walls of the room and descending directly in front of them.

"Major...!"

A lieutenant's voice trembled, as if he had recalled something extremely terrifying, "This feeling... there's no mistake... it's 'him'...!"

"Him? Who?!"

The major's nerves were on edge, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.

Just then, a cold wind suddenly swept by, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point instantly.

The next second, a dark figure appeared like a ghost in the center of the conference table, its heavy metal combat boots slamming onto the table with a dull thud.

It was a man clad entirely in black armor, his eyes beneath his helmet gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, like a demon from the Abyss. His armor was covered in jagged scratches, as if it had witnessed countless brutal battles, but what was most chilling was the icy killing intent emanating from him, which sent shivers down the spines of the army officers.

"Yes, it's him! It really is him! That madman!"

One of the officers recognized Mo Wang, who had just appeared in front of them, and his eyes widened in terror.

Mo Wang's appearance reminded them of the scene when they first met Mo Wang.

Last year, this same guy appeared in their room in the same way and beat them up without saying a word.

They were also threatened not to take any further action against No. 11.

Having been beaten up, they were naturally not going to let this guy off the hook.

They tried to use their connections to find this crazy guy, but no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any information about him.

And for various reasons, this guy came more than once.

This made the officers tremble uncontrollably at the sight of Mo Wang.

Originally, because of this guy, who hadn't come out for a long time, these people thought that Mo Wang had stopped.

Unexpectedly, this guy reappeared.

The officers, drenched in cold sweat, immediately tried to flee.

But the next moment, a terrifying aura pressed down on them, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

"Who are you?!"

At this moment, the major questioned Mo Wang Wangdao.

"I'm Batman!"

Mo Wang spoke to the officers present in a hoarse voice.

"Bat Man?"

The major muttered the strange name, his hand already on the gun at his waist.

"Hehehe, my name is actually not important, it's just an ordinary code name."

"Call me Grim Reaper, Black Light, or Phantom or whatever, I don't really care."

"Stop talking nonsense! I'm asking you a question!"

Without hesitation, the major drew his weapon and fired at Mo Wang.

Bullets rained down on Mo Wang's black armor, sparks flying and the clanging of metal echoing in the sealed conference room. But when the smoke cleared, the major's pupils suddenly contracted—the deformed bullets clattered and rolled to the ground, while not a single white mark was left on Mo Wang's armor.

"This is impossible..."

The major's finger trembled on the Trigger, cold sweat soaking his back. He lunged at the emergency communicator against the wall, but only a piercing static responded.

"Save your energy."

Mo Wang tilted his head, his deep blue gaze sweeping over the officers slumped in their seats. He opened his palm, seven warheads hovering and spinning eerily within. "Your soldiers are dreaming, and the communication base stations have become scrap metal."

As he spoke, he suddenly clenched his fist, and metal shavings fell through his fingers.

The captain who had mocked the Silver Army suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. "Just as I expected! I knew that useless No. 11 would cause trouble!"

He pounded the table frantically, yelling, "You monsters all deserve to go to hell—"

The sound abruptly stopped. Mo Wang had somehow already grabbed the captain by the throat and lifted him up, dark red energy veins seeping from the gaps in his armor.

"You're right."

A distorted electronic whisper came from behind the mask, "But the elevator to hell... I'll have to trouble you to go down and scout ahead first."

The major, watching his subordinate's legs twitching in mid-air, finally broke down and roared, "What... what do you want to do?!"

"What are you doing?"

Mo Wang casually slammed the suffocating, unconscious captain against the bulletproof glass, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the entire observation window. He walked step by step toward the major, his combat boots crushing the scattered documents into pieces. "I remember I said, if you touch No. 11 again, I'll turn your base into a nursery for Hollow creatures."

The conference table was suddenly overturned by an invisible force, crushing three officers who were trying to escape. Mo Wang grabbed the major by the neck and slammed him against the wall, his visor almost pressed against the man's pale face. "Now tell me, who approved this 'recovery mission' targeting No. 11?"

The dark blue eyepiece suddenly brightened dramatically. "Don't lie... I can smell fear."

The sound of collapsing buildings came from outside the window, and a strange, unpleasant smell filled the air.

Out of the corner of his eye, the major caught a glimpse of the reflection in the glass—behind Mo Wang, countless faint phantom images of scarlet tentacles were appearing.

"Yes, yes..."

The major was speechless.

At that moment, a huge blue dragon head suddenly appeared in the void behind Mo Wang, filling the entire conference room and letting out a deafening roar.

"A dragon, a dragon?!"