Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

After the inquiry ended.

Morat returned to his room.

This was a very rudimentary airport, with fairly outdated facilities and not many buildings.

These rooms were all taken by the officers, and regular soldiers could only live in tents.

As a colonel, Morat unceremoniously occupied the best suite and treated it as his office.

He sat down on the comfortable sofa chair, sighing deeply for quite a while.

Originally intending to gain an advantage, he ended up losing everything he had.

Of course, this guy's mood was at its worst, wishing desperately to destroy the entire world.

The orderly quietly approached, poured a cup of tea for the officer, and then smartly walked away.

In the eyes of the Great Xia People, the Jin Kongque Kingdom's army was a very bizarre organization.

The officers were almost entirely monopolized by certain classes, with a very low proportion of commoners being promoted to officers.

The welfare and benefits of officers were extremely high, not only exempt from daily training but also enjoying a dedicated officer's mess, with potbellied individuals everywhere.

Morat was no exception.

This guy's protruding belly was indistinguishable from that of a five or six-month-pregnant woman.

Jin Kongque officers had another privilege: having an orderly, who was essentially a servant for errands and odd jobs.

A lieutenant could have one orderly, and as a senior officer, Morat was equipped with as many as five orderlies.

"Damn it!"

Morat cursed fiercely, his mind flashing with various manic thoughts.

At one moment, he wanted to pull out a gun and shoot two investigators, and the next moment, he wanted to shoot the entire family of two pilots.

Flying fighter jets yet failing to kill even one Great Xia Person—how utterly useless!

Morat took a few deep breaths, picked up the teacup, and took a big gulp.

He set down the teacup and softly muttered, "Huh, why does the tea taste a bit sweet?"

This was different from the tea usually prepared by the orderly.

Morat turned his head to ask what was going on, but knowing their superior was in a bad mood, all the orderlies kept their distance.

The colonel thought for a moment and didn't call for the orderly.

Because the tea, with a hint of sweetness, wasn't exactly unpleasant.

Two seconds later.

Morat's expression changed, and he stood up with a "swish", sprinting toward the bathroom.

After just two steps.

"Pfft~"

A strange sound rang out.

Morat immediately felt a certain part of him heat up.

"Pfft~"

The liberating sound continued unabated.

Despite trying his best to hold it in, he morphed into a super-spray warrior.

Morat pulled a face like he was about to cry, clutching his pants as he walked toward the bathroom.

He didn't want his orderlies to see this scene, as it was simply too embarrassing.

But the smell had already spread.

Two orderlies, upon catching a whiff of the stench, came to check on the situation.

They saw the yellow liquid flowing from beneath their superior, and they were all dumbfounded.

Morat was mortified beyond measure, yelling ferociously, "All of you, get out!"

The two orderlies hurriedly left.

Morat left a yellow trail along the way, struggling to reach the adjacent bathroom.

He rendered the entire suite uninhabitable with an overwhelming stench.

After sitting on the toilet, he quickly realized something was wrong.

Because the spraying simply wouldn't stop.

Moreover.

His stomachache worsened by the moment.

Morat shouted in panic, "Someone, quick, someone!"

An orderly, wearing a three-layer mask, braved himself to come in.

Morat, clutching his stomach with both hands, weakly said, "I've been poisoned, quickly call for the military doctor."

By the time the military doctor rushed over hurriedly.

Morat had already passed out.

Astonishingly, the spraying was still happening.

Two orderlies had stripped the colonel and were washing away the filth.

In just this short while, the guy's body had shrunk significantly—his belly reduced from six or seven months to three or four months.

The military doctor took one look and frowned, "The colonel's condition is terrible; it seems like severe dehydration."

Normally, when you press on the skin, it bounces back quickly, but Morat's body was covered in handprints with no sign of rebound.

The military doctor promptly said, "There are no treatment conditions here; we must immediately arrange a plane to send the colonel back to be treated domestically."

To alleviate the symptoms, the military doctor also hooked the colonel to an IV.

No one knew that the orderly who just served the tea quietly took the tea to the tea room and threw it out, washing the cup ten times.

This orderly was sharp-minded; he secretly sniffed the tea and found the scent a bit off.

Fearing responsibility, he thus destroyed the evidence.

The orderly had no desire to go to prison at all.

As for whether the colonel lived or died, he couldn't care less.

Three minutes later.

The transport plane had not been arranged yet.

Morat, with pants full of yellow water, had already taken his last breath.

His death was somewhat horrifying.

Yellow liquid oozed from his seven orifices, his entire body emitting a strong putrid smell, as if it had decayed for several days.

The Jin Kongque People were not fools; they naturally guessed that Colonel Morat was either bitten by mutated creatures or suffered from the covert actions of a foreign Superpower User.

Not long after.

A second unlucky fellow was hit.

This time it was a Superpower User accompanying the military expedition.

According to his own account, he accidentally touched a pool of water in the room, then began vomiting and having diarrhea.

But the superpower users have very resilient constitutions.

Although suffering from explosive flights and forced to call the toilet home, at least they wouldn't be completely unstoppable.

A minute passed.

The superpower user couldn't make it through.

He died.

Several witnesses at the scene only saw a flash of emerald green, and then two bite marks appeared on the superpower user's calf.

The superpower user let out a few cries of agony, with yellow pus oozing from his seven orifices, and his breath carried a strong stench of decay, quickly leading to his death.

No one noticed an invisible bird flying over and lingering next to the corpse for a while.

At this point.

The Jin Kongque people finally confirmed the culprit—a mutated creature.

After a while.

Another complication arose at the base.

A batch of soldiers experienced projectile symptoms after dining at the cafeteria.

Fortunately, the symptoms were not too severe; at least the poisoned ones could hold it in without spraying it into their pockets like the late Morat.

The entire airport descended into panic.

No one knew whether they would be the next victim.

*

On the other side.

Yang Fan stood in the crown of a tree, watching three military helicopters quickly fly over.

It was indeed the helicopters that the Great Xia military dispatched urgently upon receiving his message.

Soon.

A group of soldiers swiftly descended along ropes.

Yang Fan floated down from the tree crown.

The leading colonel, named Luo Tiangao, briskly saluted Yang Fan: "Greetings, Chief!"

He promptly said, "Chief, you mentioned on the satellite phone that you shot down two Jin Kongque fighter jets; the command center sent us here to check the situation."

The so-called "check" actually also carries the meaning of confirmation.

The other military personnel cast glances, without exception bearing a look of seeing a monster.

After all, single-handedly taking down two fighter jets truly challenges normal people's understanding.

Yang Fan raised his hand pointing in two directions: "The two jets crashed over there; you can go over now, maybe you'll find something useful."

Actually, he didn't need to point.

The helicopter circling overhead had already spotted something in the forest.

A voice sounded in Colonel Luo's earphones: "Colonel, we have already seen the wreckage of the two jets."

Not long had passed since the jets crashed, burning a large area of forest, still emitting black smoke.

As long as the helicopter flew a bit higher, finding the jet wreckage was not difficult.

Colonel Luo swallowed, stealing a glance at Yang Fan with an awe-struck eye before ordering: "Search for the black box."

He added: "Move quickly; the Jin Kongque people might come to retrieve the black box."

Yang Fan interjected: "They won't come."

Xiaoqing had caused havoc at the Jin Kongque base, where the Jin Kongque people couldn't have time to look for a black box.

Colonel Luo was a bit puzzled.

Yang Fan then calmly said: "The Jin Kongque people dared to attack me; if any come, I'll kill them."

Colonel Luo was taken aback.

So your statement of "won't come" means killing them all?

So dead people don't count as people?

Colonel Luo quickly said: "Chief, the military will certainly take action; the high command will definitely demand an explanation from Jin Kongque.

"But the current international situation is different from the past; Great Xia needs to focus fully on dealing with natural disasters, making it unlikely to engage in conflicts with other countries..."

Yang Fan interrupted: "What exactly do you mean by military action?"

Colonel Luo gritted his teeth, explaining more clearly: "For example, the few Jin Kongque fighter jets might encounter 'accidental hits.'

The emphasis on "accidental hits" was deliberate.

Yang Fan remained silent.

His narrow-mindedness, seeing the military's accidental hit as reciprocal retaliation, couldn't completely satisfy him.

Colonel Luo further persuaded: "You can retaliate strongly; the military will definitely fully support your actions.

"But grudges have roots and debts have owners; retaliation should ideally be controlled within certain limits, without causing too many deaths, otherwise the influence isn't good."

Yang Fan lightly nodded: "I understand your point; I won't clear out the opponent's base."

After all, Canglan Star is a civilized world, publicly doing this is extremely heinous behavior.

It doesn't just affect the individual but also the reputation of the entire Great Xia.

Colonel Luo's back felt a bit chilled: "Mr. Ghost, thank you very much for your understanding."

Could this big shot really have considered wiping out the entire Jin Kongque base?

Too ruthless!

Yang Fan continued: "I will teach the Jin Kongque people a lesson in my own way."

Colonel Luo's lips moved, wanting to advise further.

Yang Fan interrupted, saying: "Rest assured, I will make it so the Jin Kongque people can't catch anything against me."

Using some covert methods, he could severely harm the Jin Kongque people; even if the Jin Kongque army was entirely wiped out, it wouldn't have too much impact.

Being wiped out can only blame yourself for not being as skilled.

That's the way of the Canglan people.

Knowing he couldn't dissuade the big shot, Colonel Luo had no choice but to sigh.

A nearby lieutenant couldn't help but say: "I think Mr. Ghost's plan is great."

Colonel Luo glared at him.

The lieutenant quickly shut his mouth, daring not to speak further.

Yang Fan unceremoniously retorted: "You all sometimes are too cautious."

This is one of the reasons he was unwilling to join the officials.

Colonel Luo appeared embarrassed.

The lieutenant, however, lightly nodded, evidently agreeing strongly with Mr. Ghost's opinions.