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Ye Chuxia looked down at the roll of parchment at her feet.

She didn't bend down to pick it up.

"Lin Feng, you think you can convict me based on what you found on a dead Japanese man?"

Her voice was still fairly steady, but she spoke half a beat faster than before.

"Who knows if you forged this? Who knows if that seal is a fake?"

Lin Feng didn't respond to her.

He took something else out of his storage ring and slammed it on the table.

Communicator.

The casing was covered in a dark green slime, and the unsent message was still lit up on the screen.

"This was found in the Poisonous Abyss."

Lin Feng pushed the communicator in front of Zhao Mingtang.

"Commander Zhao, please see for yourself."

Zhao Mingtang glanced down at the screen.

His complexion looked off.

The communicator contained not only the unsent message, but also historical records.

The encoding of the communication frequency band is completely consistent with the encryption format of the intelligence system of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region.

The code names of the sender and receiver are clearly listed.

Zhao Mingtang recognized one of the code names.

That was Ye Chuxia's exclusive intelligence codename.

"this......"

Zhao Mingtang's hand trembled.

He turned to look at Ye Chuxia.

Ye Chuxia finally couldn't hold back her emotions any longer.

She took half a step back and bumped into a chair.

"Fake! All fake!"

Her voice rose, becoming shrill.

"Commander Zhao, you can't just listen to his side of the story! This man forced his way into our command post, injured dozens of guards, and even threatened us with a strange beast. He's the one who's the traitor!"

Zhao Mingtang's lips trembled twice, but he couldn't utter a word.

He was torn.

Duan Hongyuan sat in the chair, crossed his arms, glanced at Ye Chuxia, and then at Zhao Mingtang.

He snorted.

"Old Zhao, if you're still unsure, I'll add something extra for you."

Duan Hongyuan took out a jade slip from his pocket, flicked it with his finger, and the jade slip slid onto the table.

"Ye Chuxia's records of smuggling curse seal materials to Japan using military supplies total seventeen batches over the past three years."

"The time, quantity, transportation route, and contact person for each batch are all included."

He paused for a moment.

"This document is a copy of the archives of the Intelligence Department of the National Defense Commission. Old Zhou submitted it three days ago."

Ye Chuxia's face completely lost its color.

"you......"

"There's more," Duan Hongyuan said, not letting her finish.

"In that place, the Poisonous Abyss, you spent decades raising nearly ten thousand poisonous Gu beasts, as well as a Gu King at the second level of Martial Emperor."

Duan Hongyuan spoke casually, but his words were sharp and cutting.

"Guess how many are left?"

Ye Chuxia swayed slightly.

"impossible......"

"They're all wiped out."

Lin Feng added a sentence.

"The King of Gu is dead too."

Ye Chuxia's knees buckled.

She braced herself against the table to avoid falling, and then she did something that no one expected.

She smiled.

The laughter came suddenly, and the sound was a little eerie in the quiet conference room.

"You think killing me is the end of it?"

Ye Chuxia straightened up and pulled up the collar of her military uniform.

"The people standing behind me are not people you can touch."

She scanned everyone present.

"Elder Song Henian".

As soon as those words were spoken...

The temperature in the conference room suddenly dropped a few degrees.

Zhao Mingtang's face turned ugly.

The four generals behind him exchanged glances, but none of them dared to speak.

Song Henian.

One of the nine great elders of the Dragon Kingdom.

While not among the absolute top tier in terms of strength, he enjoys extremely high prestige within the central government.

His name carries more weight in the military and political circles of the Dragon Kingdom than a mountain.

Seeing everyone's reactions, Ye Chuxia's lips curled up.

They regained some confidence.

"So you'd better think this through."

She looked at Lin Feng.

"If you kill me, you'll be going against Elder Song. Then it won't just be a matter of a military court; it will be a matter of whether you, Lin Feng, can survive in China."

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice.

"Let me go, and we can still talk."

There was a three-second silence in the conference room.

Lin Feng picked up the gun from the ground.

The spear tip pointed forward. The platinum dragon flames jumped twice.

I have a question for you.

Ye Chuxia stared at the gun, her back pressed against the wall.

"Was the action plan for Zhenlongtai given to Japan by you?"

Ye Chuxia's pupils contracted slightly.

His lips moved, but he didn't answer.

"Once the dragon vein's essence blood is extracted, the spiritual energy within a radius of a thousand miles will be completely depleted."

Lin Feng took a step forward. "Millions of soldiers and civilians in the core area of ​​the Ten Thousand Mountains are all exposed to the beast tide."

Another step.

"How many people are you going to kill with the information you've provided?"

Ye Chuxia's back was pressed tightly against the wall.

Her hand reached behind her back and found a switch for a hidden compartment.

"You wouldn't dare kill me." Her voice trembled, but she persisted. "Elder Song..."

Lin Feng's gun moved.

There were no unnecessary movements. It was just handed forward slightly.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea.

The tip of the gun pierced Ye Chuxia's throat.

Platinum dragon flames surged from the tip of the spear and poured into her body.

Ye Chuxia's hand was still on the hidden compartment switch, but she hadn't had time to press it.

Her mouth was open, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat was gone.

Blood sprayed from the pierced wound, splashing onto the gray-white walls.

The platinum dragon flame burned inside her for two seconds.

His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were dilated.

Lin Feng drew his gun.

Ye Chuxia slid down the wall and sat on the ground, her head tilted to one side.

died.

No one spoke in the meeting room.

Zhao Mingtang's mouth was half-open, and his whole body was stiff.

Two of the four generals behind him slumped into their chairs.

Duan Hongyuan picked up his teacup and took a sip. It was iced tea.

"Well done."

He put down his cup, stood up, and patted off non-existent dust from his pants.

Lin Feng put the gun back into his storage ring and turned to look at Zhao Mingtang.

"Commander Zhao, all the evidence of Ye Chuxia's treason is here. You can investigate if you want, and shut her down if you want, but this person must die here today."

"He's already dead."

Zhao Mingtang managed to squeeze out a few words.

His mind is now filled with the three words "Song Henian".

hum-

Just then.

A powerful pressure emanated from the distant horizon.

It's not the Nether Dragon.

The direction was wrong. The Nether Dragon was lying on the roof of the command post, and its oppressive aura was coming from the south.

Thousands of miles away.

But the intensity of that aura transcended the distance, pressing down on everyone's heads.

Duan Hongyuan's hand, which had been holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

His expression changed.

The communicator suddenly regained signal.

With Ye Chuxia's death, the communication shielding array she had set up began to collapse.

A voice came through the communicator.

Aged and heavy.

Every word carries an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Who dared to harm my men?"

Zhao Mingtang was covered in sweat; he recognized the voice.

Duan Hongyuan slowly lowered his hand, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

He stood there without saying a word.

But his fists were clenched tightly.

"This is troublesome."

......