"To be able to come out so quickly after falling into the Scarlet Labyrinth, you're quite capable."
The person who appeared in Jason's vision was a young man with brown curly hair, a pale face, and a well-tailored tuxedo. He looked gentle and elegant, and if it weren't for the pair of blood-red eyes that were too frightening, he would look like an elegant noble.
"Jason, the Deputy Minister of the Special Warfare Department, greets … greets you, sir."
Jason shuddered all over. He did not even bother to look around, nor did he care about the Scarlet Labyrinth that the young man was talking about. He hurriedly got up and bowed in fear.
"Where's Nicholas?"
The young man frowned, and his face showed displeasure.
"Sir, something happened to Sir Nicholas, and he can't come personally. That's why I'm here to ask for your help."
Jason's forehead was covered in beads of sweat. He did not dare to look at the young man's eyes at all, and respectfully lowered his head as he roughly explained what had happened.
However, for some reason, he could not tell the young man about falling into the Blood Lake. It was as if there was a strange force controlling his thoughts.
The young man frowned as he listened to the story. After a moment of silence, he said coldly, "Follow me."
"Yes, sir."
Jason secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that his life was saved.
He followed the young man closely, and only then did he have time to secretly look around.
He noticed to his astonishment that this place was like a wasteland. The ground was black soil that caused one's heart to palpitate while the sky above him was overcast. He couldn't see the sun, moon, or stars, nor was he able to clearly see the scenery in the distance. The air was filled with a gloomy aura that caused one to feel extremely oppressive.
In the sky above where he appeared, there was a faint blood-red vortex. This should be the Scarlet Labyrinth that the young man had mentioned.
The young man walked very quickly. Even though he was carrying two unconscious members of the Special Warfare Department, Jason had to use all his strength to jog to barely keep up with the young man.
"It seems that the Special Warfare Department has really declined. An ordinary person can actually become the Deputy Minister of the Special Warfare Department. No wonder that idiot Nicholas became his prisoner."
The young man didn't even turn his head as he taunted him mercilessly.
Jason blushed and laughed awkwardly. He didn't dare to say that he became the deputy director of the Special Warfare Department because of nepotism. Who knew if this temperamental young man would suddenly tear him into pieces.
When the young man saw that he didn't dare to make a sound, he felt bored. He snorted coldly and didn't say anything else. He buried his head and continued on his way.
Five minutes later, Jason's vision blurred, and he abruptly appeared in a magnificent and ancient palace.
At the same time that he was shocked, his entire body trembled slightly from fear. This was because he discovered that the palace was filled with a thick stench of blood. Within the palace that was made of blood-red materials, there were seven white bone thrones that were several meters tall, all made of human skulls.
At that moment, other than the tallest and largest white bone throne in the middle, there was no one sitting on it. The other six thrones were all occupied by the senior members of the Hellfire, male or female, young or old. All of them had their gazes focused on him.
Without exception, all of them had a pair of blood-red eyes that emitted a powerful aura that made one's heart palpitate. Their gazes were cold and emotionless, as if they were gods looking down at lowly ants from high above.
The young man casually threw the two members of the Special Warfare Department to the side. He put a hand to his chest and bowed respectfully, as if he was reporting something.
However, the strange thing was that no matter how hard Jason tried, he couldn't hear what they were saying. It was as if everything he saw was just a dream. It felt extremely unreal.
This made his heart beat like a drum, and fine cold sweat seeped out of his forehead. Even if his back was sore, he could only …
Even though his back was aching, he could only bow respectfully, not daring to raise his head as he waited in fear for the judgment of fate.
"Since that's the case, I suggest that we let Ada and Debra make a trip."
After an unknown period of time, a dignified voice seemed to come from all directions, causing Jason to feel his entire body relax. He almost cried tears of joy. It seemed like his life could be saved.
"However, the offerings seem to be insufficient."
A cold female voice faintly sounded.
"Coincidentally, the God List has come into being. There are two spots for them to come into being. They will come into being as the strongest successors of the Hellfire, so they won't be restricted."
The dignified voice said indifferently.
"That's good."
"Seconded."
"Seconded!"
…
Before Jason could think about what the God List was, he felt the world spin around him. He had already appeared in the Dream Valley, causing him to feel as if he had been in another world.
"Let's go. Lead the way."
A cold voice sounded in his ear. Jason's body trembled. He turned his head to look and realized that there were two young men and a woman beside him.
The man was the young man who had led the way earlier. Beside him stood a beautiful girl with short fiery red hair and a tight-fitting black leather coat, which outlined her perfect figure.
A hint of amazement flashed in Jason's eyes, but when he saw the girl's face, which was like an eternal iceberg, and her cold and merciless demonic blood eyes, all his lust disappeared. He lowered his head in awe and said respectfully, "Yes, Sirs. Please follow me."
Ding Ning didn't expect Hobbit to be so stubborn. Even now, he still refused to give in. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. Since that was the case, he couldn't blame him for being serious.
He took out his phone, wrote a text message, and sent it. He didn't believe that Hobbit would dare to disobey the orders of the White House.
The surroundings were quiet, and the sounds of explosions suddenly disappeared. Hobbit, who had an ugly expression on his face, didn't feel any joy. Instead, he felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, and he had a very bad feeling.
Ring, ring, ring!
The urgent and sharp ringing of the phone made Hobbit's whole body quiver, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
Only God knew how much pressure he had been under during this period of time. His phone had run out of battery due to the angry questioning calls, and it had automatically shut down.
Although the phone running out of battery at this time would cause people to mistakenly think that he had deliberately shut down his phone, and it would bring him a lot of trouble afterward, he couldn't care less about that now.
This bet was related to his future, and he had no way out. He had pinned his last hope on Jason, hoping that he could invite an expert from Hellfire to defeat these damn yellow-skinned monkeys in time and save his fate.
Therefore, he had been stalling for time, hoping that Jason could invite someone to help him in time. But now, this call that was directly made to the airborne phone made him completely despair.
He could ignore the questioning of the various giants and dignitaries, and even refuse to answer their calls, but he didn't have the courage to refuse a call from the White House.
Most generals didn't obey military orders when they were abroad, and most of them were just empty words.
Unless he had absolute confidence that he could turn the tables, he would lose everything if he dared to refuse a call from the White House, and he might even be sent to military court.
"Hello, Mr. Clem, this is Hobbit …"
Hobbit took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He grabbed the phone steadily and spoke politely.
But before he could finish, he was interrupted by an angry voice on the other end of the phone. "I am not Clem, I am Daibarang."
"Mr. … Mr. President, how could it be you?"
Hobbit was shocked, and he subconsciously stood up.
He was so nervous that he couldn't even speak properly.
"Hobbit, as the Minister of Homeland Security, what the hell are you doing, you idiot? Not only did you let these damn bastards cause explosions everywhere, but now, you even blew up the Rose Garden … "
Daibarang exuded a monstrous anger, and he roared in exasperation.
Like a bolt from the blue, Hobbit instantly felt dizzy. He couldn't believe his ears, and he didn't even hear what Daibarang said after that. The words "blew up the Rose Garden" kept lingering in his mind.
The Rose Garden, part of the White House, was known as the "President's Back Garden." It was also the favorite playground of the children of past presidents, and it had a history of hundreds of years.
But now, he heard that the Rose Garden had been blown up. The meaning behind it was self-evident. If these people could blow up the "Rose Garden" without anyone knowing, it meant that they had the ability to blow up the entire White House at any time. This had seriously threatened the safety of the President, and it was no wonder that Daibarang was so exasperated.
After all, the White House was the center of power in the United States, and it was also the residence of the President. It was known as one of the safest places in the world. If it really blew up, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"I don't care what method you use, and I don't care what means you use. Immediately, immediately put down this damn thing. Otherwise, just you wait to die in prison."
Dajbaraan roared angrily and hung up the phone with a heavy thud.
"It's over. It's over now."
Hobbit slumped into the chair. His face was full of despair, and his heart was filled with endless bitterness. He knew that the winner of this bet had been decided, and he had completely lost.
Seeing Hobbit appear in the open hatch of the helicopter again with his face covered in dirt, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Ding Ning's mouth. He knew that it was all over.
"I admit defeat. Stop all this immediately. Your friend and Williams will be sent here soon, and you can also leave the United States safely."
Hobbit said weakly as if all his strength had been drained.
"You seem to have forgotten what I said."
Ding Ning lit a cigarette and said slowly.
Hobbit's body trembled, and his face was filled with embarrassment. "There's an old saying in China, which goes: Leave a way out for others to meet again in the future. I've already admitted defeat. There's no need to go to such extremes."
"Go to such extremes? Haha, you kidnapped and imprisoned the Dragon King for more than 20 years. Not only did you plot to kill my father, but you also kidnapped my friend to threaten me to work for the United States. When you did these things, did you ever think about leaving a way out for others? "
Ding Ning sneered. His tone was sonorous and powerful as he questioned Hobbit.
Hobbit was speechless. His face turned green and red, and the muscles on his face kept twisting. He had no choice but to lower his noble head. Suppressing the intense feeling of humiliation, he said softly, "I beg you, I beg you to leave the United States."
"What? The wind is too strong. I didn't hear you. "
Ding Ning was bored to death as he dug his ears and muttered softly. However, his voice rang clearly in everyone's ears.
The Dragon King and the others had a happy smile on their faces. They felt quite elated, but they did not notice that Kong Lei had secretly taken out her phone and was filming everything.
'This bastard must be doing this on purpose. He wants to humiliate me on purpose.'
Hobbit's old face was so gloomy that it could drip water. The veins on his forehead bulged, and he resisted the urge to shoot Ding Ning. He made up his mind and picked up the loudspeaker. He closed his eyes in humiliation and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I beg you, leave the United States as soon as possible."
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