Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Su Jie had spent two days in Manchester, taking Han Ruyan on a tour around the area.

In his spare time, Su Jie also used the Insect Control Technique to gather the intelligence he needed.

Two days later, under the cover of night, Su Jie and Han Ruyan arrived at the Siam CIA base.

This base was located in a very remote area, the few nearby residences had been relocated, making it appear exceptionally desolate.

The base had been converted from a military base. During the Vietnam War in the last century, the Beautiful Country built numerous military bases in Siam for logistical support and rest.

After the war ended, the Beautiful Country gradually reduced its military presence in Siam.

Some military bases were handed over to the Siam military, while others were slowly abandoned.

The CIA base facing the Jieke Affairs Bureau was one such base. Fortunately, the military bases constructed during the war used genuine materials, so even after so many years, a little renovation made them reusable, avoiding many complications of new construction.

...

Two hours later, Su Jie and Han Ruyan stood on a mountaintop, smiling as they gazed at the brightly lit base at the horizon, "My lady, let your ghosts out to have a good time with the humans over there."

At his words, Han Ruyan's red wedding dress shimmered, and the Heavenly Ghost Map flew out of her palm, fluttering in the mid-air.
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One ghost after another began to emerge, quietly standing in front of Han Ruyan, waiting for her commands.

Among them were weaker first-grade fierce ghosts, as well as fifth-grade fierce ghosts like the Painting Woman Lantern Ghost.

"Go and wreak havoc."

With a ghostly tone, Han Ruyan injected numerous Spirit Stones into these fierce ghosts to prevent their bodies from disintegrating in a spirit-less environment.

The moment her words fell, the ghosts understood their targets and vanished one by one into the night.

Following Su Jie's earlier hint, Han Ruyan fixed her gaze on the base; the Heavenly Ghost Map transformed into a flower sedan chair, taking both her and Su Jie on board.

...

Late at night, under the moonlight, Jill yawning, was on guard duty.

He was stationed in a high tower lookout, equipped with an M2 Browning heavy machine gun and a searchlight in operation.

The tower overlook was adjacent to the base's perimeter wall and entrance, with several soldiers patrolling with guard dogs below.

They were not CIA agents but were from the Beautiful Country's military base in Siam, reassigned here to assist.

Given the ferocity of the Jieke Group, relying solely on the CIA agents wasn't feasible.

The military was also deeply involved in securing the base, enhancing safety measures.

After all, the Jieke Group had a history of attacking the CIA, having once deployed heavy artillery to bombard CIA personnel in Mexico without military protection, which would have been very dangerous.

"Buck, my fiancée just messaged me, once I'm done with my assignment here at CIA, I'm going back home to get married."

To shake off sleepiness, Jill spoke to his buddy nearby with a bragging tone.

"What, you're getting married so soon?"

Buckson's gaze immediately turned towards him, full of envy.

He had seen photos of Jill's fiancée, a blonde, blue-eyed Caucasian beauty with outstanding looks.

"Heh heh, if it hadn't been for being assigned here at CIA, I would have gone back last month to get married, all because of that damn Jieke Group."

Jill chuckled, his eyes lighting up as he mentioned his wedding.

"Then let me congratulate you in advance, too bad I can't attend your wedding..."Uh, what's that?"

Buckson was adjusting a high-power searchlight while speaking when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention, prompting him to quickly reposition the searchlight.

The glaring beam of the searchlight enveloped the area in front of the base, illuminating the dark land.

In the dead silence, a strange series of footsteps arose, and a figure was illuminated.

It was an incredibly tall figure, probably two meters in height, dressed in ancient attire and carrying a white lantern. As the night wind blew, the lantern swayed and emitted a ghostly glow.

The air seemed to carry an ominous vibe, and the figure slowly lifted the lantern, staring straight back.

Buckson was about to call out, but suddenly, his eyes dimmed; the searchlight he controlled snapped off, along with the lights at the watchtower, which flickered before extinguishing suddenly.

"What's happening, Buckson, what did you shine the light on? Why are the lights out, did someone fire and hit the searchlight?"

Jill's sleepiness vanished instantly, his body tensed, and he immediately started to load the machine gun.

"Damn it, such a piece of crap, it's so cumbersome to load this antique; my grandfather operated an M2 during his service, my father operated it during his, and here I am still operating an M2, can't those old guys in Congress approve some upgrades?"

In the pitch darkness, Jill fumbled in his haste, struggling to properly load the steel chains as he swore continuously and called out to Buckson, "Buddy, get the lights back on here, fix the searchlight, I can't shoot without seeing the enemy."

His voice was met with no response, except for the light suddenly coming back on, brightening the watchtower area.

Now Gill efficiently loaded the M2 machine gun, pulled the bolt, and aimed the barrel at the empty space outside the base.

"Whew, let's see who's causing trouble. Buckson, have you fixed the searchlight yet?"

As he spoke, Jill turned his head.

But that look almost scared him senseless.

Buckson's body was stiff, his skin resembling white candle wax, slowly melting as a wick on his head burned fiercely, lighting up the watchtower area.

This horrifying scene dumbfounded Jill; he rubbed his eyes in disbelief and reached out to touch Buckson, his friend.

As his palm made contact with the other's body, it sank in. The body was incredibly fluffy, no longer possessing the normal flesh and blood of a human.

"God, what is this, what the hell is this?"

Jill's lips trembled, as if he had seen a ghost, feeling an unprecedented fear of everything happening before him.

"Stop, I told you to stop."

"This area is a military zone, keep it smart, I'll open fire if you move any closer."

"Who is this idiot, never mind, open fire."

Just then, Jill heard the patrolling soldiers below getting agitated, with the sound of gunfire erupting.

Jill, unconcerned with what was happening with Buckson, firmly grasped the handle of the M2 heavy machine gun, swung the muzzle around, and prepared to attack those unknown enemies attempting to break into the base.

Bang!

A flare shot up, its parachute scattering brilliant light, illuminating everything within a kilometer radius.

Immediately thereafter, Jill saw several figures with slow steps approaching the base.

They were both men and women, with vacant and numb expressions.

The bullets from other soldiers already hit these audacious folks. Just when Jill thought these people would fall, something unexpected happened.

The figures, seemingly without any sensation, barely paused in their movements and continued towards the base at an unhurried pace.

"Damn, these people aren't afraid of bullets?"

"These are not human, they definitely are not human."

"You dumb ass, haven't you ever watched a zombie movie? These people's stiff, weird movements, they must be zombies, you've got to shoot them in the head."

The soldiers were somewhat panicked. Jill took a deep breath, aimed at one approaching figure, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The 12.7 mm caliber heavy machine gun was absolutely a lethal weapon on the battlefield, human bodies being as fragile as straw in front of its might, easily torn apart.

However, the result shocked all the soldiers present, as the bullets hit a figure in the front.

It was a wobbly man whose skin appeared as if soaked in water, swollen and rotting to an unnaturally immense size, with weeds and rotten fish and shrimp hanging off his body, which was why the soldiers mistook him for a zombie.

Each bullet pierced through the man, raising dust from the ground, and his body sported several holes the size of large bowls. Instead of flesh, his interior was filled with sludge, river clams, snail shells, and miscellaneous items.

After being attacked, the man paused his movement momentarily, then suddenly opened his mouth, seemingly uttering a strange, murmuring sound.

"The water... The water is so dark!"

As the sound echoed, the bodies of a dozen soldiers began to shake violently, rapidly rotting and swelling, transforming into giants like the man, their lives disappearing in an instant as their bodies changed.

"Devil, this is a devil."

Some of the survivors, whose pupils dilated in rapid fear, turned and ran in terror.

Ghastly!

A woman's throat emitted an unclear, hoarse sound, her hands placed on her neck, slowly beginning to twist her head!

45 degrees!

90 degrees!

180 degrees!

Finally twisted into 360 degrees.

Every soldier who was in her line of sight or fleeing with their back to her uncontrollably placed their hands on their necks.

"My hands, my hands are out of control."

"Someone help me, please, Mom, I want to go home."

Regardless of how the soldiers pleaded or cried, their hands, bursting with superhuman strength, began to turn their necks round and round, twisting like a twisted pastry as bones cracked.

Even though they were already dead, their hands kept moving until their neck bones completely shattered, artificially elongating a segment, each neck twisted to the back and meeting the eyes of the woman whose head had twisted 360 degrees.

The killing spread, and the soldiers ran in frenzy.

"Run, I still need to go back and marry Yelena. I absolutely can't die here."

Jill climbed down the steel ladder of the watchtower. Anxiety made his limbs weak, and he fell. As he tried to stand up again, his vision caught a pair of feet, bare, with nails caked in black mud.

Looking up, amid Jill's horrified gaze, stood a man dusting off graveyard dirt frantically from his body, reeking of a strong stench of death.

"God bless, God bless, all of you evil spirits, begone quickly."

Jill trembled as he pulled out the crucifix from his neck, hoping the almighty Lord would protect him.