Five minutes earlier, at Stan's home, Sharon was on the phone.
Stan's mother, Sharon, was on the phone with an anxious expression on her face. "Please, I do not even know who to call for help. The police are unable to help at all. I think the children are really in deep trouble this time."
The person on the other end of the phone said something.
Sharon replied, "Yes … yes … okay, please call me after you confirm it. Thank you." Then she hung up.
After putting down the phone, her face was still filled with worry. Sharon was one of the more normal characters in South Park, so when her son went missing, her reaction was the same as most other parents.
But … there was another person who was not normal in this house. That was Stan's father, the number one scumbag in South Park, Randy …
Randy usually wore a blue shirt, had black hair parted in the middle, and had a small mustache that was slightly wider than Chancellor's.
The man's occupation was a geologist, but he was rarely seen at work. Most of the time, he was just trying to be a scumbag.
At that moment, when his wife was worried about her son's disappearance, Randy was holding a portable camera and recording everything at home.
In these two episodes of South Park, because Randy had just bought a new camera, he had been using it all day long to take pictures of everything. The content was extremely boring and repetitive … It included family members eating, taking a shower, watching television, going to the bathroom, and so on. While he was recording, he would add his own narration.
“Randy！ I swear to God, if you don't put that thing down … "Sharon roared at him angrily. She had had enough of her husband's antics for the past few days.
But Randy replied with the same line that he had been repeating for the past few days. "Sharon, one day, you will be happy that I have recorded so many family stories."
"I'm not joking with you, Randy. That's enough!" Sharon roared. "Why do you have to record every minute and every second …"
Suddenly, a low growl came from outside the house …
Sharon was interrupted, and her expression turned to one of shock and confusion.
"What the hell was that?" Randy asked.
But he did not stop filming. Instead, he went into the rhythm of 'The Clover Files' (also known as The Clover Files. The movie was shot in a different way, from the perspective of the characters holding a portable camera).
"Oh, my God," Sharon said in fear as she felt the footsteps that sounded like an earthquake.
"Something seems to have happened outside," Randy said. "Stay inside the house and do not move." Then, he grabbed the camera and ran out of the house.
When he ran to the door, Stan's violent older sister, Shelly, was coming down from the second floor. She stood at the top of the stairs and said, "What happened? Daddy. "
"Go back to your room! Shelly! "Randy said in a commanding tone.
Then, Randy rushed out of the house. As soon as he opened the door, he saw people screaming and running away. There was also the sound of helicopter rotors in the sky. He looked up and saw two Chinooks (twin-rotor transport helicopters commonly seen in movies) hovering in the air.
Randy saw a familiar face in the crowd. It was Stan's homeroom teacher, Mr. Garrison. He was bald, wore glasses, and wore a green shirt. The man had undergone two gender reassignment surgeries. During that time, he had been a heterosexual, a homosexual, a heterosexual, and a lesbian. Every time he changed his sexual orientation, he would join the group's gatherings and protests. But when it came to his own interests, he would immediately change his stance and attack and insult the other groups. It was a classic case of 'one's ass determines one's brain'. Randy went forward to pull him back and ask, "What happened?"
Garrison replied in a panic, "They are everywhere!"
"What? What do you mean by 'they'? "Randy pressed.
"Furry things …" Garrison shouted. "Really … super furry!" After he shouted that, he shook off Randy's arm and followed the direction of the crowd to escape.
"Ah!"
A scream attracted Randy's attention. He turned around and saw a man in a yellow t-shirt and jeans flying toward him from afar. With a loud thud, he landed before him.
The man's body was severely twisted from the fall. His left leg was bent forward like he had been on a tiger stool, and both of his arms were bent behind his back. The ribs on the left side of his torso were exposed, and the bones on his right wrist were poking out.
Almost the moment he landed, the man stopped breathing. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he died with his eyes wide open.
"Who did this!?" Randy screamed and cursed in shock.
Wu!
There was another groaning sound.
Randy lifted his head to look. Behind the crowd that was running away, he saw … a giant guinea pig.
"What is that?" Randy gasped in shock.
"Mr. Marsh, you have to leave this place as soon as possible! It is not safe here! "Someone grabbed Randy's shoulder and yelled at him.
The one who spoke was the town's police officer, Barbrady. (Wearing sunglasses, slightly plump. He was found to be illiterate in a certain season and was suspended. For some reason, he was reinstated.) He was quite responsible and even knew to remind others to leave quickly.
Hearing that, Randy quickly ran to the other end of the street, but he saw a car fly out from the corner. The car rolled on the ground for a few rounds before it exploded into flames. Following closely behind it was another giant guinea pig.
"Oh! God! God! " Randy saw the giant monster in front of him, but he did not run away immediately. Instead, he stopped and pointed the camera at his own face. Gasping for air, he said, "Hah … Hah … I … I … Hah … I'm stunned!"
Just as the man was doing something stupid, suddenly … a speeding car came out from behind the giant guinea pig and rammed into the monster's body.
After the crash, a man in a dark blue ski jacket flew out from the driver's seat. Even though he was in such a violent car accident, he did not forget to grab a backpack and an assault rifle.
In just five seconds, the man used his nimble movement to escape from the giant monster's side.
At that moment, three F-15s flew across the sky, and several missiles with trails of white smoke whizzed through the air.
The missiles all hit the giant guinea pig, but the shockwave from the explosion affected a radius of more than ten meters. Randy was further away from the explosion, so he was only knocked to the ground. But Feng Bujue was not so lucky. His whole body was blasted away, drawing a parabola in the air before he slammed into a broken car by the side of the road.
The car had probably been flung away or stomped on by the giant monster because the car's shell was already deformed. When Feng Bujue fell, his waist was cut by a piece of metal that came out of nowhere. The wound was about the length of a finger, and it was bleeding profusely.
In a situation like this where he fell, even armor would not be able to save him. Fortunately, he had the jacket that he had stolen from the gun shop, so at least it mitigated some of the damage.
"Motherf * cker …" Feng Bujue cursed as he crawled out from the car.
His face was also scratched by the broken glass. There was a gash on his left cheek, but the wound was considered shallow. It did not cause too much loss of Life Points, and it did not cause him to bleed.
Wu!
Before the dust from the explosion could settle, the giant guinea pig's squealing started again.
Based on Feng Bujue's memory, these monsters were very powerful. Conventional weapons were useless against them. Even a tank would be flipped over if they tried. Bullets, cannons, and missiles … none of them could harm them. They could only suppress them.
As a human being with flesh and blood, getting close to these giant guinea pigs was no different from having a death wish. With such a huge difference in size, if a human got too close, whether they were scratched, bitten, stomped on, or scratched, they would definitely die …
"I'll be there after taking a turn … How can I be stopped here?" Feng Bujue grumbled angrily. He used both of his shoulders to carry the backpack. With one hand pressed against the wound and the other holding the gun, he activated Body Enhancement Spell and stomped on the ground.
The next second, there was the sound of concrete being torn apart. The ground under Feng Bujue's feet split open in a spiderweb shape with a radius of five meters. And the person in the middle of this spiderweb leaped into the air like a bullet.
Using a 360 degree jump in the air, Feng Bujue successfully leaped onto the rooftop of a building that was four stories tall.
Since he could not walk down the street, he decided to leap onto the rooftop and vault through the rooftop.
To his surprise, once Brother Jue leaped across the rooftop, he saw Randy on the street in front of him. When the giant monsters were closing in on him, the idiot was still standing where he was, playing his first person selfie.
"What the f * ck … This idiot …" Naturally, Feng Bujue recognized Randy. The cursor on the radar showed that he was one of the targets of his side mission.
Therefore, he had no choice but to save him …
"Quick, run! You f * cking beep! "Feng Bujue leaped down the street. In midair, he used the M733 Commando to fire two grenades at the guinea pig.
The moment the grenades hit the monster, before they exploded, Feng Bujue landed on the ground. He did not even have the time to do anything to cushion the impact. He took the brunt of the fall head-on, maintained his standing posture, and immediately leaped forward.
Randy, whose face was filled with shock, saw a shadow drop from the sky like a superhero and jump at him.
The man was covered in blood, and his expression was fierce. He did not turn around to look at the explosion. It looked like he was a real man …
"Ah!" Feng Bujue roared out of nowhere. This roar contained too many complicated emotions. Of course, the main ones were anger and dissatisfaction.
With a single arm, Brother Jue picked Randy up from the ground. He ignored his wound and gritted his teeth. He carried a middle-aged man over his shoulder and ran forward like he was flying. He yelled, "Where is your home?" Brother Jue asked loudly.
"Wh … what?" Randy was still in shock. He asked blankly.
"Your home! Where is it! "Feng Bujue repeated the words word by word.
"It's … it's just over there …" Randy pointed at a house about ten meters away. Two seconds later, he picked up the camera and pointed it at himself. "Oh … God, a superhero has come to save me." He lifted his head slightly and told Feng Bujue, "Hey, buddy, what is your hero's name?"
"Beep!" That was Feng Bujue's reply.
Randy believed him. He looked at the camera and said, "His name is Beep! Oh! A real superhero, how cool is that! "
If not for the requirement of the mission, Feng Bujue would have killed the man already, but at that moment, he had no choice but to hold it in.
In less than half a minute, Feng Bujue reached Stan's house. The door was not closed, so Feng Bujue tossed Randy into the house with a flick of his wrist. He followed closely behind Randy into the house.
When the door was closed, Brother Jue collapsed to the ground.
In a few minutes, this series of actions had caused his Life Points to drop drastically. His Life Points had dropped to thirteen percent.
Once Feng Bujue entered the house, he took out disinfectant, bandages, and suturing needles and thread from his backpack. He prepared to deal with the wound on his waist.
As a very efficient person, he did not stop talking. He used this time to communicate with the three NPCs before him. "Don't be afraid, I am here to help you."
Sharon and Shelly showed fear and helplessness. Only Randy focused on the camera and pointed it at Feng Bujue. He explained, "Look, a superhero is sewing up his wound in my living room."
Even though Feng Bujue wanted to punch Randy, he resisted the urge. This was because he knew that the camera that Randy was holding did not have a tape attached to it … and Brother Jue did not plan to remind him. He would just let the man continue with the camera.
…
At the same time, Central America, Costa Rica's airspace.
In the night sky, a C130 cargo plane with the American flag and the logo of the Department of Defense was flying south.
Five primary school students sat in a row inside the cabin. No one spoke, and the atmosphere was quite strange.
Suddenly, the door that led to the cockpit opened. The co-pilot walked in and told the children, "Okay, we are still about eight hundred kilometers away from Peru. After we land, there will be a truck that will bring you into the country. Then, they will give you a brief mission description." After saying that, he retreated back into the cockpit and closed the door.
Several seconds later, Craig opened his lips to say with an expressionless face, "When you came up with that genius idea of disguising yourself as the Peruvian Flute Band to earn money, was there a brief moment where one of you said, 'Hey, you know, this plan might go awry?'" He paused for two seconds and then continued, "No, you did not think that because you are all assholes and will never learn from your mistakes. That is why the whole school despises you."
Kyle replied, "That's not right! The children at the school love us. "He looked at Stan and said," Is that so? "
Stan confirmed, "Of course, the children at the school love us to death." He turned to Craig and said, "But because we are in a bad situation now, Craig is being cocky."
Craig still had a calm expression on his face as he mocked, "I am cocky … You guys took the money from my birthday red packet (the money for the children to form the Peruvian Flute Band came from Craig) and caused me to be arrested and sent to Miami. Now, we will not be able to go home until we destroy the whole country of Peru … So, I am the cocky one? "
Cartman pointed at Craig and told his friends, "I have nothing to say to this kid."
Craig ignored him and continued, "Do you know why no one at the school likes to hang out with the four of you?" He paused out of habit. "Because you guys are always doing this kind of thing … You always come up with these stupid ideas, and they always backfire on you. Then you are sent out of the country or thrown into outer space or something." He concluded. "That is why … no one wants to hang out with you guys."
Cartman replied nonchalantly, "You are too pessimistic, Craig. We will cross that bridge when we get there."
…
At the same time, inside the conference hall of the United States Department of Homeland Security.
The conference hall was empty. There was only one person standing silently at the front of the podium. It was the balding officer, and he was also the head of the Department of Homeland Security.
In front of him was a world map. At that moment, he was looking at the map with his hands behind his back. There was a smug smile on his lips.
"Sir, we have run into a bigger problem." The black officer in the general's uniform came in from the door with a document in his hand and said anxiously.
"Oh?" The head of the Department of Homeland Security sounded relaxed. "What kind of problem could there be?"
"Reports of major disasters have been sent in from all over the world. The culprit behind the huge casualties and losses seems to be …" The black officer hesitated.
The head of the Department of Homeland Security did not wait for him to finish speaking. He turned around and sneered, "Guinea pigs?"
The black officer was stunned. "Uh … yes, sir. How did you know? "
"You are so close to the truth, Davis." The head of the Department of Homeland Security laughed. "Hehe … I almost saw through it."
"Uh? Sir? "Davis did not understand what the head of the Department of Homeland Security meant.
"I thought you knew the truth in Miami … but you just couldn't see through the clues," the head of the Department of Homeland Security said again.
"You … you knew this would happen?" Davis stuttered.
"Oh, this is just the beginning, Davis." The head of the Department of Homeland Security raised his hand and waved a finger. "And I … will never let you ruin it."
Before he finished speaking, the head of the Department of Homeland Security suddenly opened his mouth. His tongue shot out like a javelin. In a second, it stretched to a length of four to five meters. The tip of his tongue drilled into Davis's eye socket, passed through his eyeballs, and entered his brain.
Davis did not have time to react. His whole body trembled for a few seconds before his brain was completely crushed. His body then fell to the ground powerlessly and became a stiff corpse.
The head of the Department of Homeland Security retracted his tongue and said to the corpse in front of him calmly, "I am sorry, my friend. I have racked my brains and worked hard to wait for this day. " He paused. "The Flute Band is heading towards extinction. The era of us guinea pigs has arrived." He bent over and picked up the file in Davis's hand. "And the only person who can stop all of this has been sent to a nameless place …"
At this time, the first page of the file was a photo. And the person in the photo was actually Craig …
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