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

Mahat fired all the bullets in his pistol in one breath and before could do more, his feet started to leave the ground. He could only desperately grasp his own neck, trying to break free from the invisible thing entwined around his neck.

But compared to the abilities of the Fierce Ghost, relying solely on human strength was truly difficult to contend with.

Moritz awaited being hoisted into the air, but even as everyone else in the command room was suspended, he remained unscathed.

In his anxiety, he then saw someone walk into the command room.
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With just one glance, Moritz recognized the person—it was Su Jie, the hidden mastermind behind the Jieke Group whom he had been obsessing over.

"Director Moritz, this must be our first meeting," Su Jie said.

Su Jie approached Moritz, a gentle smile on his face that, combined with the thrashing shadows of the hanged people around him, created an indescribably eerie and terrifying scene.

"Su Jie, so it is your Jieke Group that has been orchestrating all this. How did you manage to create these evil spirits?" Moritz asked.

Moritz looked at the devil before him, this man who opposed their Beautiful Country at every turn and had now slaughtered thousands at the base.

"How we conducted our research is none of your concern. I came here just to see you, after all, opposing our Jieke Group for so long, the least I could do was to escort you on your way," Su Jie replied as he sat down in a chair, casually crossing his legs.

"You may be arrogant for now, but our Beautiful Country has multiple carrier strike groups, the world's most powerful air force, and military bases all over the globe. Your extreme organization, Jieke Group, disregarding human rights, killing the innocent, and brutally violent, will eventually be eradicated by us. Especially you, you will be captured and publicly tried in our country and you will regret your actions," Moritz said.

Knowing death was inevitable, Moritz did not beg for mercy but instead shouted angrily and helplessly at Su Jie.

"Disregarding human rights, killing the innocent, brutally violent? Are you not describing your own Beautiful Country?" Su Jie raised an eyebrow and said contemptuously, "Hasn't your Beautiful Country initiated and manufactured countless wars? How many nations and peoples worldwide oppose you, you being a senior CIA official, surely you are aware?"

"Our Beautiful Country is the beacon of the free world. Although some countries' people have lost their homes, they have gained precious freedom. We brought them advanced systems and civilization, helping them escape ignorance and backwardness. You will never understand this greatness," Moritz retorted without hesitation, not knowing if he truly believed what he said or if he was merely debating.

"It's nothing more than a conflict of interest masked with noble words, a thug is a thug," Su Jie scoffed and waved his hand dismissively, "Forget it, why am I even arguing this with you? You and your Anglo-Saxon Gang coveted the wealth of Jieke Group, and when you couldn't reap your harvest, you obstructed us at every turn.

I am a person who doesn't respond to threats or force; the more you try to take what's mine, the more I like to surprise you. Today's base is a little gift for your country," Su Jie added, snapping his fingers.

The next moment, Moritz felt his neck being constricted and his body suspended in mid-air, struggling for breath instinctively scratching at his neck.

"Oh, and take whatever's inside your stomach to Hell. If you were planning to convey any messages to your bosses, do that in your next life," Su Jie finished speaking.

With these last words, Moritz despaired, realizing he could hide nothing from the man before him!

After saying this, Su Jie no longer paid any attention to the bodies hanging from the ceiling and walked out of the command room.

Outside the command room, countless pale corpse hands swarmed from all directions, tending to the bodies.

Throughout the base, all electronic devices and instruments began to smoke and became damaged beyond repair due to the abilities of the Ghost Bride.

Han Ruyan gripped the Heavenly Ghost Map in her palm as one fierce ghost after another entered it.

By the time Su Jie walked out of the base holding the hand of the Ghost Bride and leaving behind, flames erupted violently throughout the base.

As the ammunition storage ignited and alerted the police, Su Jie and the Ghost Bride had already vanished without a trace.

...

That night, Siamese City was exceptionally bustling.

When news of the incident at the CIA base spread, not only were troops from Beautiful Country alarmed, but local police, fire departments, and military in Siam were also urgently mobilized, joining the rescue and investigation efforts at the CIA base.

The raging fire was only extinguished near dawn, and as rescue teams entered the base, many areas had already turned into ruins.

"No survivors."

"I found a body here, oh."

"They're all dead, everyone's dead."

When Beautiful Country's troops and Siam's search and rescue team entered the site, they immediately felt a turmoil in their stomachs.

Inside the base, thousands of bodies were piled up, forming layers upon layers of corpse mountains.

The high temperatures melted human fat, and clumps of charred bodies stuck together, indistinguishable from one another.

When the scene unfolded before their eyes, even hardened veterans, seasoned in battle, felt a wave of physical discomfort.

Not to mention the police and firefighters from Siam, many of whom vomited up their dinner from the night before.

"Report to our homeland immediately."

A general from Beautiful Country, visiting the Kangxi Air Force Base in Siam, walked to the scene with a mask on. The sights before him had him unable to restrain his anger anymore. After issuing a command, he yelled, "Find them for me; dig three feet into the ground, if necessary, to bring these criminals to justice."

Turning his gaze toward the officials behind him, he then said to the mayor of Siamese City and the chief of police, "Gentlemen, Beautiful Country needs your assistance. Please help Siam search for clues."

"Certainly, certainly. We have been partners with Beautiful Country for many years, and it is our duty to respond in such circumstances."

The mayor of Siamese City was the first to make a statement. With such a severe terrorist attack occurring within their borders—resulting in thousands of casualties, among whom were soldiers and CIA agents—the possibility of the attackers turning against Siam made it impossible to sleep without resolving the case.

"Our police are already gathering clues. The enemy, capable of such a heinous bloodbath, must be numerous, well-equipped, and involved a large group of elite operatives. They will inevitably leave traces. Once we find any clues, we will immediately notify you."

The chief of police, too, thumped his chest in assurance, promising to notify Beautiful Country of any leads so they could handle the situation.

As for their police taking direct action themselves, that was utterly out of the question. The thought of attacking a CIA base and killing thousands of soldiers and agents was utterly terrifying.

The Siam police would not muddy the waters; providing intelligence was more than enough to save face for Beautiful Country.

While the discussions continued inside, outside, a large crowd of onlookers and media had already gathered.

Reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, broadcasted this globally sensational news, instantly making headlines across various countries.

"Shock! At 1:30 a.m. today, a military base in Siam named Emigalowa, occupied by Beautiful Country, was attacked. The exact casualties are still being tallied, with initial estimates over several hundred."

"Currently, Siam is gathering clues all over the region, searching for information about the assailants of this attack. Anyone providing effective clues will be rewarded with five hundred thousand US Dollars."

"Aircraft carrier battle groups from Beautiful Country, stationed in Japan, are mobilizing and expected to deploy to the naval base in Lion City, presumably in connection to the Emigalowa attack."

One news piece after another was instantly shared on social media, causing a significant uproar.

Shortly afterward, a White House spokesperson stepped forward, making the news even more explosive.

"A despicable, shameful, and inhumane vile attack happened. Utilizing our country's desire for peace, the enemy launched a surprise attack on our base in the dead of night."

The spokesperson's face darkened with furious condemnation.

"Have you found out who the perpetrator is?"

A reporter asked eagerly, raising a hand.

"Let me answer that. We have initially identified the enemy as an extremist group from Chan Country, actually funded by certain major groups and nations that oppose us, such as Jieke Group."

Not only the White House spokesperson attended this press conference, but also the CIA Deputy Director, Judith, who now, filled with righteous indignation, took the microphone and made this statement.

"Jieke Group, do you mean the one that sells Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid?"

"Yes, exactly them. They use a pharmaceutical company as a front to engage in various illegal and unethical activities.

Smuggling Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid is just one of their crimes. This group has become an actual militarized warlord group in Chan Country, persecuting the people, causing social unrest, and triggering terrorist incidents.

This time, it's very likely that the attack on our Emigalowa Base involved the Jieke Group.

We had intensified our efforts against Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, a well-known core product of the Jieke Group.

The enemy, in retaliation against our forces of justice, sponsored this utterly despicable ambush."

Judith nodded heavily, her gaze filled with undisguised fury and loathing.

Her most trusted subordinate, Moritz, had died in the Siam base.

At that time, over one thousand three hundred people were killed; not only soldiers from Beautiful Country but also carefully trained agents from the CIA. The destruction of the Emigalowa Base was a severe blow to the CIA.

"This is just your one-sided claim. Do you have any evidence that this attack was carried out by the Jieke Group?"

A reporter boldly spoke up. Framing and setting traps were not new tactics for Beautiful Country, often distorting facts to shift the target toward their actual intended enemies, with the classic example being the washing powder incident.

"We are still gathering evidence, and we will publish it when it's ready."

The reporter was spot on. Judith had no evidence; the site was burned, erasing all traces and leaving the investigation fruitless up to now.

However, Judith's stance against Jieke Group allowed her to pin the blame on them first.

Whether it was Jieke Group's doing or not, Beautiful Country would use this incident to stir trouble.