"Minister Jason, you're the deputy minister of the Special Warfare Department. You represent Master Odin's will. Although those people are … Hmm, a little cruel, they still respect Master Odin very much. They won't hurt you."
Hobbit seemed to know that he was forcing Jason to do something, so he comforted him gently.
"No, I'm begging you. Find someone else. I really don't want to die."
Jason begged with a sobbing tone.
He cursed in his heart. 'Who the f * ck are you trying to fool? They respect Odin, but they won't be polite to me. Even if they tear me apart, Lord Odin won't stand up for me and fall out with them. I'm not going to f * cking be a sucker.'
"Minister Jason."
Hobbit's gentle tone suddenly changed, and his tone suddenly became stern. "This concerns the safety of America. As the highest officer of the Special Warfare Department, you shoulder the responsibility of protecting the safety of the people. It's your duty to ask those people to help. Do you want me to report to the White House and ask the President to call you personally?"
"I … Alright, I'll ask them to help."
Jason wanted to cry but had no tears. He could not argue, so he could only agree with a sad face.
After all, the Special Warfare Department was the department that was fully responsible for the affairs of the martial artists, including the communication with Hellfire. Now that Nicholas and Augustus had been captured, as the highest officer of the Special Warfare Department, it was indeed his duty to help.
"Then I'll wait for Minister Jason's news."
Hobbit secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He finally got this guy to agree. However, he knew that Jason was afraid of death. In order to prevent this guy from deliberately stalling for time, he warned him sternly, "Our people are now under the threat of terrorists. We must ask those people to help as soon as possible. Otherwise …"
Although he did not finish his sentence, Jason could already hear the chill in his words. He replied as if he had lost his parents, "I'll leave now."
"Minister Jason, you've taken the overall situation into consideration and made a great contribution to the homeland security of America. After this, I'll ask for credit for Minister Jason."
Since he had swung the stick, it was time to give a sweet date. Hobbit's tone changed, and he became like a spring breeze again. He was like a completely different person from when he threatened Jason.
Jason was overjoyed, but he said righteously, "This is my duty, I will not turn back."
Hobbit ignored his hypocritical attitude and hung up the phone. When dealing with a person like Jason, he had to understand his mentality. Otherwise, he wouldn't listen to him obediently.
"F * ck, he actually hung up on me. What a rude guy."
Jason listened to the dead tone from the phone and cursed in dissatisfaction.
But when he remembered that he was about to go to the legendary place of terror, he couldn't help but shiver. His expression changed for a long time before he gritted his teeth and walked out. He muttered softly, "Although those guys are cruel and bloodthirsty, I'm the deputy head of the Special Warfare Department. They won't kill me if I bring two sacrifices there, right?"
Regarding the Hellfire, there were countless versions of legends.
Some said that they were a group of extremely powerful bloodthirsty martial artists who once killed innocent people in America, which angered the guardian god Odin. In the end, they were subdued by Odin with force and became the most powerful armed force under Odin's command.
Some said that they were super biochemical soldiers accidentally created by the American military during a secret biochemical experiment. However, because the biochemical technology was not perfect enough, it went out of control, so they were secretly imprisoned.
Some said that they were demons from Hell. They were violent, cruel, and bloodthirsty. The American government took a fancy to their powerful force, so they reached some kind of agreement with them. They usually provided for them, and when the American government needed them, they would help solve problems for America.
There were also people who said that they were aliens from outer space. Because the UFO crashed, they could not return to their hometown. As the United States was the most powerful country on Earth, they chose to cooperate with the United States. The United States government would help them repair the UFO, and in exchange, they would give the United States a part of the advanced technology of outer space civilization, which was why the United States technology was so developed.
…
There were more than a hundred versions of the legend, but they were only spread among the upper echelons of America and the upper class. Ordinary people had no idea about the existence of the Hellfire.
There were many opinions, and it was confusing. There were even many people who scoffed at it, thinking that the Hellfire didn't exist at all. Everything was just a rumor, and that was how a fictional force was made to be so mysterious.
However, Jason knew that the Hellfire really existed. Although he didn't know where they came from, he was lucky enough to see a member of the Hellfire from afar because of Nicholas.
Unfortunately, because he was too far away, he couldn't see the person's face clearly. He only remembered that the person was wearing a well-tailored tuxedo and a bow tie. He looked elegant, and didn't look like the demons in the legends. Instead, he looked more like a noble and elegant gentleman who was about to attend a grand banquet.
Of course, that beautiful impression was completely destroyed when that member of Hellfire bit the throats of two members of the Special Warfare Division like a wild beast right in front of him, tearing them apart while they were still alive. That pair of ice-cold and emotionless blood-red eyes became the source of nightmares that haunted him for half a year.
Fortunately, after Nicholas, his son-in-law, found out about this, he told him that the Hellfire lived in an extremely special and strange place. Every time they came out, they had to pay a certain price. Therefore, they needed the blood of two warriors as a sacrifice to make up for their losses.
This answer finally freed Jason from the nightmares, and he was no longer as afraid of the Hellfire.
After that, he had asked Nicholas about the origin of the Hellfire out of curiosity.
Unfortunately, Nicholas didn't want to talk about it, and even warned him not to ask about things that he shouldn't. From then on, he didn't dare to mention the name in front of Nicholas.
However, although Nicholas was the head of the Special Warfare Department, he was focused on martial arts, and didn't have the mood to take care of the Special Warfare Department. He left the daily work to Jason.
Because of this, Jason found out about the location of the Hellfire. That place was called the Dream Valley, and it wasn't far from Area 51. It was on a hill that was rarely visited by people, and Nicholas called it the Gates of Hell.
Jason sat in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, his eyes closed as he recalled the information about the Hellfire. His heart was filled with fear and excitement.
He secretly glanced at the two young members of the Special Warfare Department, one focused on driving, and the other sitting in the front passenger seat playing with his phone. He sighed to himself, but he didn't feel any guilt.
This was because they were the "sacrifices" that Nicholas had purposely stockpiled in advance in order to ask the Hellfire for help at a critical moment. Even though these sacrifices didn't know about it and were kept in the dark, their fates were already determined from the day they joined the Special Warfare Department. The only difference was that they became sacrifices earlier or later.
Therefore, since their fates were determined, Jason naturally wouldn't feel any guilt. All he did was select them from the "sacrifices" and fulfill their mission earlier.
The Dream Valley was located on a hill ten kilometers away from the west side of Groom Lake. It was also the Gates of Hell that Nicholas mentioned.
Although it was Jason's first time here, he had done his homework beforehand and had a detailed map. It only took him less than half an hour to find the Dream Valley.
Although the two young members of the Special Warfare Department were very confused about why Jason would bring them to such a desolate valley in the middle of the night, their strict discipline made them bury their doubts deep in their hearts. They followed Jason closely and looked around vigilantly.
After all, Jason wasn't a warrior. He was just an ordinary person. In this desolate valley, no one could guarantee that there wouldn't be a sudden attack from a ferocious large beast. Naturally, they weren't afraid, but they had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting Jason's safety.
Jason held the flashlight and looked at the map from time to time as he walked into the depths of the valley. Fortunately, it was winter. The weather was cold, and everything had withered. The dense weeds had turned into grass and mud. It was soft to walk on, but it didn't pose much of an obstacle. Otherwise, it wouldn't be easy to walk in a valley full of weeds.
"Strange, it's here. Why can't I find the door?"
Jason shone the flashlight on the location of the Gates of Hell marked on the map and compared it with the surrounding environment. He confirmed that it was the so-called Gates of Hell in front of him, but he didn't see the so-called "door". He couldn't help but frown and mumble in confusion.
Looking for the door here in the middle of the night?
The two members of the Special Warfare Department looked at each other and wondered if Jason was out of his mind. Instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, he came to this godforsaken place to look for the door. What door could there be here?
There was a loud bang, and there was a bright fire in the distant night sky. Although the three of them were shocked, they weren't surprised. This kind of explosion wasn't the first or second time along the way. They were already used to it and were completely numb to it.
However, this explosion added a sense of urgency to Jason because he knew very well that this was a terrorist attack launched by those "terrorists." If he couldn't find the Gates of Hell as soon as possible and ask Hellfire to stop those damn yellow-skinned monkeys, the entire United States would panic and put pressure on the White House. Then, he and Hobbit would be the unlucky ones.
He had never been so envious of Nicholas. Although he had become a captive and lost his freedom and dignity, he didn't have to bear the huge pressure like he did. He had to come to this godforsaken place to make a deal with the terrifying devil in the middle of the night.
Boom!
Ouch!
Ah!
Just as Jason was worrying, the ground under his feet suddenly went soft. He instantly lost his balance and fell toward the deep pit that suddenly appeared on the ground. He couldn't help but let out a scream.
The two members of the Special Warfare Department also fell into the deep pit involuntarily. However, they were martial artists after all. Although they panicked, they didn't panic. They stretched out their hands and tried to grab the wall of the pit to slow down the speed of their fall.
However, when they finally touched the wall of the pit with their hands, they only felt an extremely cold aura seeping into their bodies through their skin and spreading rapidly to their limbs and bones.
The two of them felt as if their souls had been frozen. Their consciousness quickly fell into a daze. They gave up resisting and let their bodies go into a free fall, continuously sinking and sinking …
He didn't know how much time had passed. It seemed like thousands of years, but it also seemed like only an instant. With a bang, Jason felt as if he had passed through an invisible transparent barrier and entered a gloomy and cold world. Although he had greatly slowed down his fall, he still kept falling.
This made him feel endless fear. He didn't want to fall to his death before finding the Gates of Hell. That would be such an unjust death.
He tried to open his eyes to look at his surroundings, but it was pitch black in front of him. He couldn't even see his fingers in front of him, so he gave up on this futile action.
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