darknovel Chapter 93 Global Forbidden Zone? Sorry, this is my backyard!
Chapter 93 Global Forbidden Zone? Sorry, this is my backyard!
Hearing Li Zhenguo's urgent voice, Lin Fan sat up again, having just lain down.
His brows were furrowed.
"Again?"
A wave of irritation washed over me.
What's going on?
Did my courtyard house inadvertently infiltrate the stronghold of foreign forces?
Why is it happening one wave after another, and it's never going to end?
It had only been a few days since things calmed down, and I hadn't even had a chance to warm up my recliner before the period started again.
On the other end of the phone, Li Zhenguo's voice was taut like a steel wire about to snap, filled with barely suppressed gravity.
"Mr. Lin, this situation... is probably more complicated than any previous one."
"Get to the point." Lin Fan rubbed his temples, his tone full of impatience.
"yes!"
Li Zhenguo instantly switched to reporting mode, speaking at a speed like he was firing a gun.
"Based on the monitoring of our 'Sky Eye' system and the intelligence of our undercover agents, at least four top-tier supernatural forces have infiltrated the capital through various channels during the days you were away!"
"The first batch of Jonin from the Japanese 'Iga' clan, codenamed 'Oni Shadows'. They are the sharpest blades in the Japanese underworld, proficient in assassination and intelligence gathering, each with skills comparable to elite soldiers, and their 'ninjutsu' can even distort light and shadow, almost ghostly."
"The second batch: the European 'Rosacrissional'. An ancient alchemical and magical society, whose leader is rumored to be a grand mage who has lived for hundreds of years and can wield unimaginable elemental power."
"The third batch, the 'Alpha' team from the North American 'Gene Council'. Gene warriors created purely by cutting-edge biotechnology, their strength and speed have surpassed human limits, and they are equipped with concept-level technological weapons."
Li Zhenguo paused, lowering his voice even further, as if afraid of being eavesdropped on.
"The fourth batch is the most troublesome."
"We still haven't figured out their background. All we know is that they claim to be 'descendants of gods,' act strangely, and seem to possess some kind of power directly related to mythology. Our people have lost track of them several times; their counter-surveillance capabilities... are beyond imagination."
"What are they here for? Team building trip?" Lin Fan asked casually.
Li Zhenguo was momentarily speechless and could only manage a wry smile.
"Mr. Lin, please stop joking. Their target is very clear: this area where you are."
"Our analysis suggests that your actions in the Amazon rainforest triggered an energy fluctuation far too intense, like detonating a nuclear bomb on a calm lake. These people are like sharks drawn by the smell of blood."
"They may be here to investigate the source of the energy, or they may be... looking for that possible 'divine object'."
"A divine object?"
Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.
Li Zhenguo was probably referring to the sapling of the Tree of Life that he had just planted in the flowerpot.
"Okay, I understand."
After hearing this, Lin Fan felt even more annoyed.
Is it really worth it for a broken sapling?
Ninjas, magicians, genetic warriors, charlatans... Are you guys making Avengers 5?
"Mr. Lin, our special operations team has activated the highest level of emergency response. All forces in Beijing are converging on your location! Please be extremely careful. Do you need our assistance...?"
"I don't need it," Lin Fan interrupted him crisply. "Don't bother me."
"Your people should keep watch from the outside and prevent them from getting close to this alley and disturbing the neighbors."
"If anyone dares to barge in, my security guards aren't just sitting around doing nothing."
After saying that, Lin Fan hung up the phone.
He tossed his phone aside, sank back into the recliner, and let out a long sigh.
This damn retirement life, why is there so much trouble?
He closed his eyes.
His divine thoughts spread like mercury across the ground, silently covering the entire capital city and even the wider territory.
In an instant, countless rustling sounds, large and small, appeared in his mind.
He "saw" it.
A few streets away, several figures in black moved swiftly through the shadows of buildings, like ghosts blending into the darkness, their presence so concealed that no mortal could possibly detect them.
He "saw" it too.
In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, several white men dressed in classical robes were chanting softly around a crystal ball. The images circulating on the crystal ball were an aerial view of his family's courtyard house.
There is also a secret base on the outskirts of the city.
Several burly men, seemingly inhuman, were adjusting the power armor that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, their energy cores emitting a low hum.
Lin Fan "watched" all of this, his heart completely unmoved.
I even felt like laughing.
That's it?
I thought it was going to be something big, but it turns out it's just a few cats and dogs?
Forget it, I can't be bothered with it.
When the sky falls, there is a tall one holding it up.
There are quite a few tall people in my yard.
He completely relaxed and began to savor the freshly brewed "divine tea" made from the tender leaves of the Tree of Life.
……
Meanwhile, the courtyard was bustling with activity.
The Hellfire mercenary group members, who had just signed "contracts of servitude," were frantically weeding in the yard, wielding hoes and sickles.
Their movements were professional, efficient, and their division of labor was clear.
In just over ten minutes, the waist-high weeds were cleared away completely.
"Boss, this place... is it heaven?"
A mercenary lowered his voice and roared at his leader beside him, his face filled with undisguised excitement.
"I feel like taking a single breath here is more effective than undergoing a whole set of gene enhancement therapy outside! I just tried it, and I can lift this several-hundred-pound rock with one hand!"
The mercenary leader, "The Butcher," was also filled with excitement, feeling the strange energy within his body constantly growing and washing over his limbs and bones.
He shouted in a deep voice, "Everyone, perk up! This isn't a punishment, it's a golden opportunity the boss is giving us!"
"I'd be willing to stay here, even if it meant washing the boss's feet every day, let alone being a gardener!"
"Everyone, work like crazy! Anyone who dares to slack off, I'll be the first to snap their neck before the boss even has a chance to say anything!"
"yes!"
The mercenaries roared in unison, their enthusiasm growing even stronger, their hoes flashing in afterimages.
On the other side, the outhouse in the backyard.
Ares held a toilet brush in his hand, scrubbing the inside of the toilet bowl with almost pious devotion.
The divine power within him flowed slightly, and each wash carried a peculiar rhythm.
This doesn't look like cleaning up filth.
It was more like performing some kind of sacred ritual.
"The Way is within it..."
Ares muttered to himself, his eyes focused and fervent.
"Every wash is a cleansing of the soul. The master's wisdom is indeed unfathomable..."
At the entrance to the courtyard, Loki was listlessly sweeping fallen leaves.
As he swept, he roared inwardly.
On what grounds?
Why should those muscular men get a share of the divine fragments?
Why should Ares, that war maniac, receive a reward?
Just because I'm not a full-time employee?
This is blatant workplace discrimination!
I, the mighty god of mischief, the second prince of Asgard, am here sweeping the floor?!
If this gets out, I'll make that old man Odin lose all face!
As he was inwardly grumbling, a chill suddenly rose from behind him.
Turning around, I was met with a pair of frighteningly bright golden eyes.
The Gold Saint, Leo Aiolia, was already standing behind him.
"That...the one sweeping the floor."
Aiolia crossed his arms and scrutinized Loki with a critical eye.
"You're sweeping the floor the wrong way."
"Huh?" Loki wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.
"Look at you, you're not sincere or focused, you're even half-hearted when sweeping the floor."
Aiolia, with the air of a seasoned master, offered his opinions.
"Everything the master arranges contains the true meaning of spiritual practice!"
"Just like Ares cleaning the outhouse, he was cleansing his divine essence! When we build houses, we are constructing our own microcosm! When you sweep fallen leaves, you are sweeping away the impurities in your heart!"
Aiolia felt he understood more and more as he spoke, and he patted Loki on the shoulder heavily, speaking earnestly.
"Young man, you must cherish the opportunity your master has given you!"
"Sweep with your heart, and treat every swing of the broom as a pilgrimage to the 'Tao'!"
"When you can grasp the supreme realm of 'sweeping away all the dust in the world with a single broom' from sweeping, you will be close to success."
Loki: "..."
He looked at Aiolia's serious face, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
crazy.
These guys are all fucking insane!
Just then, several figures quietly emerged from the shadows at the entrance of the alley, almost blending into the darkness.
They are Jonin from the Japanese "Iga" clan, a squad codenamed "Oni Shadow".
The leading Jonin, "Silent," observed the courtyard through specially made tactical goggles, his brow furrowed.
"Something's not right," he whispered in the encrypted channel.
"The intelligence is wrong. The energy reaction at the target location is so high it's overflowing, but the people inside... are too strange."
"Captain, what's wrong? A group of gardeners, a cleaner, and a sweeper are all ordinary people," the team member responded.
No, you don't understand.
The silent voice trembled.
"Look at that sweeper, there's a faint divine aura emanating from him, but he's definitely not an ordinary person!"
"And that one in the backyard, I can't figure it out, it looks like a human-shaped sun flame!"
"As for those twelve in golden armor... my gut feeling is screaming for my life, telling me that looking at them even once more will mean certain death!"
His gaze finally settled on the mercenary leader who was diligently weeding.
"The strangest thing is that group of gardeners."
"I recognize him. He's the leader of 'Hellfire,' 'The Butcher,' and an international S-class wanted criminal."
The silent sound was completely distorted.
"Why...why is he weeding here?"