Chapter 836
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Chapter 836: Welcome to Hell
Lin Qiye’s words resonated powerfully, echoing in the spacious room.
The new recruits downstairs fell silent simultaneously.
“Because of this, I hope you are mentally prepared,” Lin Qiye’s gaze swept over the youthful faces, “Your training will be more brutal than any previous cohort, and our training methods will be quite unique…”
Lin Qiye lowered his head and slowly put on the Sun Wukong mask once again.
In the dim light of the room, Lin Qiye and his seven companions stood cloaked in deep red, the Sun Wukong mask grinning silently.
Lin Qiye raised his hand and gently pressed in the air.
Around the indoor training ground, dazzling magic circles lit up one after another, and terrifying energy waves rippled out from these circles.
One after another, grotesque and fearsome “Mysteries” clad in deep green uniforms emerged from the magic circles, their gazes fixed on the surrounded recruits, exuding a chilling aura of terror.
Most of them were at the “Pool” realm, with a few at the “River” realm.
These suddenly appearing “Mysteries” left the recruits in the training ground dumbfounded. They crowded toward the center in panic, trying to distance themselves from the “Mysteries” surrounding them, their eyes filled with fear and shock.
“‘Mysteries’! So many ‘Mysteries’!!”
“Where did these monsters come from?”
“Damn, why are there so many?”
“Wait! I still want to confirm! That man standing above, is he really not the villain?!”
“Indeed… what normal night watchman would raise so many ‘Mysteries’?”
“…”
This summoning of “Mysteries” stunned not only the recruits but also instructors like Yuan.
They nervously turned to Lin Qiye, and after he gave them a reassuring look, they breathed a sigh of relief… thankfully, Lin Qiye could control these “Mysteries.”
However, a question also arose in all their minds:
Just how many tricks does Lin Qiye have?
They might never guess that what appeared in the training ground was merely the tip of the iceberg of Lin Qiye’s vast army of caretakers.
Originally, there were over three hundred caretakers in Lin Qiye’s hospital, and after the battle at Shenlong Pass, this number surged to four hundred, with the largest group being the “Mysteries” at the “Pool” and “River” realms. With Lin Qiye’s current mental energy reserves, he could summon nearly a hundred caretakers of this level in one go.
This number was more than sufficient to manage the over six hundred new recruits.
In the shadows of the second floor, Lin Qiye looked down at the recruits and spoke淡淡:
“From now on, you only need to do two things…
Survive and learn.”
Lin Qiye raised both hands, and nearly a hundred caretakers roared simultaneously, each exuding their own pressure. The roar echoed in the empty room like thunder, causing some of the more timid recruits to collapse to the ground in fright.
“Newbies…” The corners of Lin Qiye’s mouth curled into a smile beneath the mask, “Welcome to hell.”
……
Jialin Pass.
Zuo Qing finished the last document and slumped into his chair, turning his gaze to the window, only to see the towering steel walls, letting out a helpless sigh.
“Commander, are you thinking of returning to the capital?” Chen Moyu, standing nearby, asked.
“No, I was just wondering when the war will end.”
“Commander, the war hasn’t even started yet,” Chen Moyu replied with a wry smile.
Zuo Qing did not respond, merely shrugged, “Who knows? The waters of this war are too deep; perhaps in places we cannot see, this war has already quietly begun…”
Zuo Qing paused, as if recalling something, “By the way, where is the [Mask] team? It’s been so many days, and they haven’t returned to report?”
“Not yet.”
“Strange… Could they be on a holiday?” Zuo Qing frowned in confusion.
Chen Moyu chuckled, “After all, they have been working hard for so long; wanting to rest a few more days is normal.”
Zuo Qing remained silent for a moment, his frown deepening, and ultimately shook his head.
“No, Wang Mian is not that kind of person… Moyu, use my phone to call Wang Mian and ask about the situation. If everything is fine, tell them to extend their holiday and relax a few more days before coming back.”
“Understood.”
Chen Moyu turned and left the office.
Zuo Qing sat in his chair, feeling inexplicably restless.
Just then, the office phone rang.
Zuo Qing picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“…”
“Yuan Gang? What happened?”
“…”
“The Ancient God Church?” Zuo Qing was taken aback, and his expression grew serious, “I understand. Write me a detailed report about this incident, and as for your punishment… we’ll discuss it after I review the document.”
After hanging up, Zuo Qing sat at his desk, deep in thought.
Yuan Gang’s call was to report a sudden incident at the training camp. Although there were no casualties, the secrets behind this matter compelled Zuo Qing to take it seriously.
Although Yuan Gang did not say it directly, he hinted that he had not found any issues in the new recruits’ files. If what he said was true, it indicated that there was a problem in other aspects of the night watchmen’s operations.
Zuo Qing closed his eyes, recalling the entire process of recruiting new recruits for the night watchmen, from proposal planning to initial screening of recruits, to information collection and aggregation, followed by secondary screening, and finally verification and archiving…
Knock, knock, knock!
Urgent knocking interrupted Zuo Qing’s thoughts.
“Come in,” he said, opening his eyes.
Chen Moyu rushed in, holding Zuo Qing’s phone, his face extremely grave.
“Commander Zuo, Wang Mian’s phone signal is out of service, and I can’t reach any other members of the [Mask] team…”
“What?”
Zuo Qing stood up from his seat, his brow furrowing tightly, “Can’t reach them?”
“Yes, I’ve already asked the technical department to track the phone signal’s location. We should have results soon.”
Zuo Qing stood at his desk, his heart sinking completely.
The [Mask] team would not just go missing; since all their phone signals were disconnected, it meant something must have gone wrong…
But Zuo Qing couldn’t understand how a few days off for the [Mask] team could lead to any accidents.
His peripheral vision caught the office’s landline, and his mind flashed back to the incident Yuan Gang had just reported. He vaguely sensed that a conspiracy against the night watchmen was slowly surfacing.
The Ancient God Church invading the training camp, and the disappearance of the [Mask] team.
Could these two events be connected in some way?
