Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 474 - 333, The Calamity of the Ancient God_3

He gently picked up the Shuttle Boat with his left hand, while his right hand grasped the World Protection gifted by Xiaoya, simultaneously activating both treasures.

The next moment.

Space was suddenly torn apart.

The Ancient God Abomination, Sebastian, vanished in an instant.

Yang Fan turned to look at the Carmenia Federation, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "Mr. X, when the Ancient God Abomination starts its rampage, you should take a look, right?"

Besides avenging against the Carmenians, he also aimed to draw out Mr. X, who had comprehended the Fifth Primordial Star Formation.

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Carmenia Federation.

Capital White Stone City, West Third District.

In many films and television works on Canglan Star, the most frequently appearing intelligence agency is undoubtedly JICA.

Its full name is — Carmenia Central Intelligence Agency.

Abbreviated as — JICA.

The headquarters of JICA is located in the West Third District.

This is the world’s largest intelligence agency, with an astonishing number of 360,000 employees even before the Age of Calamity.

JICA branches are spread all over the world, with a major intelligence center on every continent.

Every ally nation of the Carmenia Federation must have a JICA branch.

For some non-ally small or weak nations, the Carmenia Federation would openly establish branches, since those countries dared not say much.

JICA even has a branch for Great Xia, though its location is not in Great Xia but in the neighboring Ying Sang Kingdom, across the sea from Eastern Great Xia.

For over half a century, JICA has been involved in plotting various schemes.

To put it bluntly, in the last eighty years, almost every riot large or small around the world has had JICA’s covert involvement.

Even Carmenia’s citizens are aware of this, so in various films and shows, JICA often appears as the villain.

At this moment.

Inside a shooting range at JICA headquarters.

Greg was wearing protective ear muffs, holding a handgun with both hands, practicing shooting.

He was twenty-five years old, and just a few days ago, he joined JICA, considered a fresh rookie.

In recent months, to address the challenges brought by calamity, JICA recruited over 20,000 personnel in just two months.

Adding to the previous recruitments since the Age of Calamity, the employee count has now swollen to 480,000.

But it’s not over yet.

According to the Azure Palace’s plans, in the coming years, the entire JICA will expand to 800,000 people.

According to the Azure Palace spokesperson, this is to better protect Carmenia citizens.

But not even Carmenia’s children would believe that nonsense.

Many Carmenians know that JICA has recruited numerous experts in biology and chemistry.

How could an intelligence agency recruiting biology and chemistry experts possibly be for national protection?

What a big joke!

"Bang! Bang!"

Greg pulled the trigger a few more times.

Small holes appeared on the target twenty meters away.

An image was pasted on the target paper depicting a shadow figure, surrounded by many wavy lines. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

This is clearly the image of the Great Xia Ghost.

Not just this target; every target in the range had the same Great Xia Ghost target paper pasted on them.

From this small detail alone, one could see how much Carmenians were hostile towards the Great Xia Ghost.

Greg picked up the binoculars hanging around his neck, took a look at the target paper, and cursed, "Sh*t!"

A voice with a hint of laughter came from the shooting position next to him: "Biggest four-ring."

The speaker was a tall young white man with a skull tattoo on the back of his right hand.

The tattooed man waved his right hand and laughed: "Buddy, it looks like you need more practice; otherwise, it’s easy to lose your life on field missions when danger strikes."

Greg felt a bit embarrassed but forced himself to argue: "Our main enemies are mutated monsters, for which a handgun is almost useless. I personally think that accuracy doesn’t matter much."

The tattooed man looked at him strangely: "Who told you our enemies are monsters?"

Greg was taken aback: "Isn’t that what the news media say?"

The tattooed man shrugged: "You believe what the media say?"

Greg had no words.

The tattooed man revealed the truth: "JICA, whether for domestic or international missions, mostly deals with humans."

He quickly gave an example: "For instance, last week, the headquarters sent a lot of agents to deal with an illegal sect in Yiliannuo State, killing over a hundred cultists and arresting more than five hundred people."

Since the arrival of the Age of Calamity, numerous illegal sects have appeared in the Carmenia Federation, becoming one of the biggest headaches for the Azure Palace.

Greg asked a question: "What about dealing with monsters?"

The tattooed man answered: "That’s mainly work for the Mount of Gods; the military assists on the side while JICA only acts here and there."

Greg felt his ideals shatter: "Alright, I thought there’d be plenty of opportunities to shine at JICA!"

The tattooed man laughed: "Buddy, have you been watching too many movies?"

He paused and said: "Remember, JICA is an intelligence agency; our main job is gathering intel."

After saying that, the tattooed man raised his handgun aiming at Greg’s Great Xia Ghost target paper, immediately pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

A small hole appeared in the center of the target paper.

The tattooed man happily whistled: "10 rings!"

Greg glanced at the target paper, feeling a twinge of jealousy.

He had to admit that the shot was beautifully executed, clean, and amazingly accurate.

The tattooed man smiled smugly: "Buddy, keep practicing. I’m going for a cup of coffee."

He put down the gun and said while walking: "The coffee outside has increased to 5 bucks a cup, but JICA employees still get free coffee. I like this place."

Greg was about to speak when he suddenly felt a bone-chilling wind above him.

The shooting range had heating on, though the temperature wasn’t particularly high to save energy, but it was around 15 degrees.

The wind was eerily cold, causing Greg to shiver and his skin to crawl with goosebumps.

He instinctively looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

A terrifying, hideous shadow came into his view immediately.

At the same time.

A very hoarse voice came from the shadow’s head.

"I am Sebastian... Do you know... where Captain Wolfgang is?"

Greg, in extreme shock, had a thought pop into his mind: "Sebastian? Wolfgang? Why do these names sound like Delint?"

In fact.

The reason the Ancient God Abomination Sebastian asked this was due to Yang Fan’s subtle handiwork.

He had implanted a false memory in Sebastian, making it want to find Captain Wolfgang to confess.

Though Sebastian had transformed into a monster, the massive guilt still tormented it.

And confession was a form of self-redemption.

Therefore, Sebastian took this false memory as a lifeline, accepting it without a shadow of a doubt.