Chapter 284: Chapter 188: Eagle Nation in Panic, Special Agent Program Activated!

He couldn’t believe it either; the Dragon Country, which had always been trailing their technology, seemed to have suddenly activated a shortcut, with all kinds of absurd things coming one after another.

The aircraft carrier arresting wire was understandable, but this stealth paint inevitably made him anxious.

In the most advanced laboratory of the Dragon Country, there were quite a few people they had pulled down, and according to their feedback, the Dragon Country hadn’t reached this stage at all!

"Damn it! What’s the point of yelling! Can yelling solve the problem?"

Old Deng said coldly, and the office returned to its usual silence.

After a while, Old Deng spoke slowly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached a turning point in the fate of our Yingjiang Country. Triumph, and Yingjiang moves forward; fail, and we are Yingjiang’s sinners!"

"No matter how much mutual animosity you have, I can let it go!"

"Now, I only want to see everyone united against the external threat!"

"James, you’re responsible for supervising the Navy over there, striving to develop more advanced radar, so that our enemies don’t stick their noses out while we’re still blind."

James immediately straightened up: "Yes!"

"Warton, before I step down, I hope the Parliament doesn’t make any unwanted noise; this confrontation with the Dragon Country, we have to engage. This isn’t child’s play, this is a life-or-death struggle!"

"Understood, my President!"

Old Deng turned to Davis, feeling a headache and angrily rebuked him: "As for you, first figure out what’s going on with that aircraft carrier arresting wire. Pay more attention, don’t let the Dragon Country treat us like fools!"

Davis’s face flushed, and he shouted: "Please rest assured, Mr. President, this situation will never happen again!"

"Let’s hope so." Old Deng wrinkled his nose, seeming to think of something, and repeatedly urged: "Also, have your people investigate Changchun Temple; although I don’t believe in God, it wouldn’t hurt to try if the so-called incense money is effective."

Davis immediately pledged his loyalty: "Yes!"

Warton, hearing Old Deng actively bring up the Dragon Country, couldn’t help but feel moved and spoke up: "Mr. President, speaking of Dragon Country, I have one more thing."

"Speak." Old Deng leaned slightly forward, evidently very interested in any news concerning the Dragon Country.

"We found that several funeral homes run by Dragon Country people have been transporting bodies rather frequently recently; I suspect..."

"What are you suspecting? What’s there to be suspicious about?"

Old Deng only felt a headache, waved his hand, and said: "Even if those Dragon Country people want to stir up trouble, it’s just some bodies; don’t bother with this."

"The focus should still be on the Dragon Country mainland, trying every means possible to figure out the reason behind the changes in Dragon Country!"

"Yes!"

After saying this, the group left the office.

Half an hour later, countless secret communications were transmitted from Yingjiang Country, and countless agents were activated on this day.

Before today, they were just neighbors, bosses, teachers, but from today, they had only two goals:

To find out how the Dragon Country’s stealth paint came to be; and to do everything possible to undermine Dragon Country’s fortune!

...

As for all of this, Ning An, who had just returned to Changchun Temple, naturally knew nothing.

At this moment, he was dazing at a banner that had been stuffed into the Daoist Temple.

The banner was carefully wrapped in a bag, then cautiously stuffed through the temple door seam, with an additional rain cover over it, showing the sender’s great gratitude to Ning An.

[The dwelling place of a true Immortal, saving my paint factory dog’s life]

Seeing the content on the banner, Ning An thought hard, but he couldn’t recall which incense burner had made the wish earlier.

"Can’t remember, never mind. He offers incense money, the system returns a wish, neither takes advantage of the other."

Ning An smiled brightly and then put the banner away.

A couple of days ago, he and Lin Yanke had been overseeing Enjiang Town to prevent any supernatural incidents from happening during the residents’ relocation.

Fortunately, until everyone had completed their move, no paranormal incidents occurred.

Once the relocation work was done, the elder’s promises began to be fulfilled.

According to previous agreements, the areas outside would be managed officially, and any profits would be shared with Changchun Temple.

Don’t despise these financial dealings; whether in the past or present, the road to cultivation always starts with money.

The inner area, however, was handed over to Changchun Temple, but given there were only three people in the temple, including Ning An, officials immediately asked if they needed help building accommodation.

Faced with such a good offer, Lin Yanke was the first to agree.

Ultimately, she knew she’d be staying for quite a while, and when things in Enjiang Town settled, she’d head straight for Qilian Mountain.

She said with great confidence: "I trust the craftsmanship of the artisan but not their aesthetic taste."

What could Ning An say? He could only smile and say nothing.

For Ning An, the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land was far less important than the incense burners’ blessings at Changchun Temple, and the rewards from the system.

Ning An tidied up the temple slightly, opened the live stream, and welcomed visitors.

As soon as the live stream started, tens of thousands of people rushed in.

If it were a different time, the numbers in Ning An’s live stream room could easily multiply tenfold.

After all, college students are the main force watching live streams, and their motto is never to get up early.

For them, Ning An’s live stream time is like drawing blood from a stone.

Five o’clock in the morning!

What kind-hearted college student could be up at that time?!

As soon as these people entered, the live stream room was instantly covered by thick bullet comments.

"Brother Sect Leader, why did you stop streaming for two days again without any notice? I had to get up early twice!"

"Hey, kid, going to bed early and getting up early is good for you. How can you say it was a burden? It’s clearly for your own good."

"Brother Sect Leader, I missed you so much, come give me a hug."

...

As always, the live stream room burst with all sorts of comments, a mix of all sorts, with seemingly no end in sight.

However, Ning An didn’t pay attention to these and instead was drawn to a comment.

"Haha, the gold digger, keep being arrogant, keep shouting, twenty years imprisonment plus confiscation of illegal assets, do you feel satisfied?"

The case from a few days ago was settled that quickly?

And the sentence was harsh, wasn’t it?

Faced with Ning An’s confusion, the bullet comments in the live stream room instantly responded.

"Haha, it wasn’t heavy at all. This gold digger had scammed several people before but couldn’t report it because there was no evidence."

"Yeah, this was all thanks to the yellow brother; he is truly a pervert. Practically every new home in his area was refurbished by him, and based on his records alone, the police took a week just to collect cameras."

"And thanks to that gold digger, she only targeted people in her district and insisted they buy new houses to take more from them, otherwise they couldn’t have gathered this much evidence, hahahaha."