Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 53 The Unusual Gun
The bus slowly pulled up in front of the two of them. Without saying a word, Yang Jian opened the door and threw Lin Bei inside.

Yang Jian dared not get on the car. He was still very wary of this strange and supernatural creation.

Lin Bei struggled to his feet, casually found a seat by the window, and looked out at Yang Jian, saying, "Thanks, Captain Yang."

Yang Jian nodded and said, "If you encounter any problems you can't solve, come to Dachang City to find me."

In this dream, he might have died without Lin Bei, especially at the last moment. The seemingly calm supernatural confrontation was actually Lin Bei resisting the supernatural supernatural forces of two vengeful ghosts. He had already given his all to survive until now.

If it weren't for his father pulling Lin Bei up at the last minute, Lin Bei probably wouldn't have made it to the bus.

Seeing the bus already far away, Yang Jian didn't linger. His Ghost Domain instantly straightened into a straight line, and he sped off towards headquarters.

He didn't have much time to question his father in his dream; he needed to find Old Qin now and find out exactly what happened back then.

A strange red line streaked across the sky above Dajing City. Just as it was about to approach the headquarters, a cold green flame rose from within the headquarters and blocked Yang Jian's path.

Yang Jian's face turned cold. He waved one hand at Li Jun, and a large area of ​​cold lake water immediately poured down from the sky. The two supernatural entities only made contact for a short while before the green fire was completely submerged by the lake water.

At the same time, a vicious dog leaped out of the lake, circled Yang Jian twice, and then stood at Yang Jian's feet, baring its teeth and staring fiercely at Li Jun.

"Li Jun, are you looking for death?"

Yang Jian looked at Li Jun, who was engulfed by the lake water. It seemed that Wang Xiaoming had rescued the major general after the hurricane incident. However, Li Jun looked horrifying now, with half of his body completely burned and a pale white eyeball hanging in his exposed eye socket.

Li Jun said with difficulty, "Minister Cao told me to tell you that Old Qin is guarding the Ghost Painting now, and no one is allowed to disturb him."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? You need to use a ghost realm to tell me something that can be said in a phone call?"

A fierce wind blew incessantly over Dajing City as Yang Jian, carrying a machete, waded through the lake water and walked step by step toward Li Jun.

"You should be glad I'm in a good mood today, otherwise you'd be a corpse by now. Remember, don't try anything supernatural on me next time. You know I'm a bit neurotic, and I can easily lose control and kill people indiscriminately."

After saying that, the red light, carrying the lake water, rushed into the headquarters.

Li Jun hung in mid-air, his pale face filled with a solemn expression.

He received Cao Yanhua's order to come and test whether Yang Jian was close to the resurgence of the vengeful spirit, since every ghost tamer who needed to board that bus was in extremely poor condition.

But to his surprise, he was completely suppressed by Yang Jian in the very first encounter, without even having a chance to resist.

Especially the dog; the moment it appeared, Li Jun felt like he was about to die.

It's only been a short time since I last saw Yang Jian, and he has already grown to this level. He is an unheard-of figure in the entire supernatural community, and no one would believe it if I told them.

The intense crimson light pierced straight into the headquarters' underground level, and Yang Jian arrived directly at Wang Xiaoming's laboratory.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Yang Jian, then continued with his work, seemingly unsurprised.

"coming?"

Yang Jian said directly, "Where is Elder Qin? I need to see him."

Wang Xiaoming pointed to the ground and said, "He's down there, but I can't see him either."

Yang Jian asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Ever since the incident in Dajing City, Old Qin has been locking himself down there to guard the three ghosts in case anything else goes wrong."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoming handed Yang Jian a document.

"What's done is done. Instead of focusing on facts that cannot be changed, we should think about how to face the future. No one can see Old Qin right now, so let's take a look at this first."

Yang Jian opened the file and looked at its contents. "King Organization? What an unconventional name."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and said:
“That’s right. I’ve been paying attention to this organization for a long time. Recently, they sent a captain abroad to investigate, and the situation is not optimistic.”

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Project Ghost Ship," Wang Xiaoming tossed Yang Jian a can of cola and continued:

"Our country has consistently led the world in the number of demon tamers, which has led other countries to view us as a threat. After all, no one can sleep soundly if they wield too much power, and the same applies between nations."

Yang Jian opened the Coke and took a sip. It was ice-cold. It seemed that the headquarters knew everything about him, from what movies he liked to watch to what dishes he liked to eat.

Yang Jian quickly understood what Wang Xiaoming meant.

"So they want to unite and weaken our power to prevent us from becoming the only dominant force?"

“That’s right.” Wang Xiaoming adjusted his glasses.

"However, I've never liked being passive. I originally planned to take them down one by one, but according to intelligence from abroad, the situation no longer allows us to wait. We must strike first and catch them off guard!"

Yang Jian was stunned. Was this what they meant by "striking once to avoid a hundred blows"?
"But before that, I need to do something else. Then we will launch an attack abroad. I hope you won't refuse."

Yang Jian sipped his cola, pondering for a moment. Although he had never liked following orders from headquarters, they were already preparing to attack his doorstep, so Yang Jian couldn't just stand by and do nothing. If headquarters were to fall to that so-called King Organization, there would be no point in him defending Dachang City.

He held up one finger and pointed it at Wang Xiaoming, saying:
"I need a coffin nail to finish this. Don't tell me I don't have one. This operation is too dangerous. Otherwise, I will refuse."

Wang Xiaoming nodded.

"Coffin nails are extremely rare supernatural items. One of the people involved in this raid on foreign countries will be carrying coffin nails. If you can get them after the raid is over, they are yours."

"Row."

Yang Jian threw down his cola and prepared to leave. Since he couldn't see Old Qin, he didn't want to stay here any longer.

"Wait a minute," Wang Xiaoming called out to him.

"The investigation into your cousin has yielded results."

Wang Xiaoming pulled out an old file and handed it to Yang Jian; it was covered in dust.

The archives were very old, and the information on them was even handwritten. In the black and white photo, there was a little girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old with two long braids.

A strange look flashed in Yang Jian's eyes; the girl in the photo looked exactly like his cousin.

"Yang Yuanyuan was born forty years ago?!"

Wang Xiaoming stepped forward and said, "Your cousin is from the same generation as your father. In fact, she may even be older than your father. But the investigation ends here. There is no more information to support our further investigation."

Yang Jian read the last line.

Cause of death: drowning.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. The medium for ghost dreams was water, and his cousin had died of drowning more than ten years ago.
It's all too much of a coincidence.

Wang Xiaoming took a pistol out of the drawer and said, "But I'm more interested in the gun your cousin has."

"Judging from appearance alone, the gun your cousin has seems a bit too advanced for the era she was born in, but according to the investigation, she has been carrying that handgun forty years now."

"To be honest, even with today's technology, it would take a country's most advanced manufacturing process to replicate it. I don't think anyone would have had this kind of technology decades ago."

(End of this chapter)