Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 408 Caught Red-Handed

"call……"

Just then, the major suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily. He didn't show any surprise when he saw Kra and the others in the room.

Upon seeing that he had woken up, Clara immediately cast a mental barrier that enveloped the entire room.

A senior colonel asked, "So? Who did you run into this time?"

The major calmed down and after a while, he slowly said, "I encountered Yuan En Yehui this time. In my dream, she tried to infiltrate the Northern Navy Corps and steal a Sky Soaring 17 fighter jet. She took me and several other colleagues hostage and finally flew out of the Northern Navy Corps openly."

"Tsk, why do they always like to use infiltration tactics?" The colonel clicked his tongue, then said to the others, "I ran into Tang Wulin last time, that guy is ruthless."

In the dream, he kidnapped Shen Xing, forcing Shen Yue to give him a Tianxiang 17 before letting him go. The key point is that he actually succeeded. Afterwards, I noticed that Shen Xing was in a daze that day, and it seemed that all of us involved had the same dream.

Clara chuckled, his voice always sounding a little hoarse. "This is perfectly normal. A large-scale dream collaboration is probably the power of those old devils on Devil Island."

"Although they cannot leave the island, thanks to the power of Devil Island, their spiritual power has probably reached the peak of the Spirit Realm, and they may even possess a trace of god-level special abilities."

It's not impossible for them to do something like this, but their ability probably can't last, otherwise the high-ranking officers of the Northern Navy wouldn't only have nightmares at night.

Suddenly, the major said with some dissatisfaction, "How much longer are we going to spar with them?"

After thinking for a moment, Clara said, "It'll be soon, it'll be soon. The Holy Spirit Cult is about to implement their plan, and Tang Wulin and the others will probably be leaving soon."

The colonel asked, "Should we launch an attack?"

"Send it, why not send it?" Kra said calmly. "Keep a close eye on that warehouse manager for the next few days. If he tries to smuggle soul-guided cannonballs again, secretly record it and then notify me. We'll catch him red-handed."

"You have prepared your personnel in each department. We will strive to seize control of the Northern Navy Corps as soon as we launch our attack."

"Yes."

……

"Ah!" Shen Xing suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily.

This was already the umpteenth time in recent months that she had been awakened by nightmares.

The dream felt so real. She was just doing a routine check of the fixed-equipment soul-guided cannon shell warehouse when she encountered a completely unexpected situation.

That guy, that incredibly clear face, it seems to be named Tang Wulin, right? He kidnapped her, threatened her sister. He took her to Tianxiang Seventeen, and in the end, that bastard actually launched her out.

Each nightmare ended with an intense feeling of weightlessness high in the air. Shen Xing clearly remembered the first time he woke up from a nightmare, he embarrassingly lost control of his bladder. This was truly hard to accept.

That guy really exists. He and his comrades were captured by the Legion, and they did indeed hijack a plane and escape. But none of this has anything to do with me! I've never had any interaction with him, so why am I the one having nightmares?

What's even stranger is that even her older sister had similar nightmares, which closely matched her own.

Damn it, damn it! Get out of my dream!

Shen Xing pounded the mattress twice, unable to fall asleep. She sat up, put on her military uniform, and went to the mirror to look at herself. Due to poor sleep, she had been sporting dark circles under her eyes lately.

The day's training was already exhausting enough, and collapsing into bed as soon as she got home was usually her routine. But now, falling asleep was proving incredibly difficult. She had to spend more time meditating.

Shen Xing decided to go out for some fresh air, and then come back to meditate. At least he wouldn't dream while meditating.

Stepping out of her dormitory, Shen Xing wandered aimlessly around the base. Although she was not of high rank, she held extremely important surveillance responsibilities, and wherever she went, the patrolling soldiers would immediately salute her.

The Northern Navy Corps was near the sea, and the sea breeze made the night cool. Feeling the breeze eased some of the unease in Shen Xing's heart.

"Huh, how did I end up here?" Without realizing it, she was surprised to find herself in the base's warehouse.

This is a place specifically for storing fixed-load soul-guided cannon shells.

In her dream, this is where she was held hostage by Tang Wulin.

Shen Xing frowned. "What bad luck." She turned to leave, but then stopped.

Why not go and take a look? Maybe visiting the place from my dreams will help me feel better. Otherwise, the constant feeling of not being able to distinguish between dreams and reality is just too painful.

With that thought in mind, she walked straight into the warehouse. Using her high-level identification card, she quickly took the elevator to the basement.

The guards saluted when they saw her and respectfully watched her walk into the warehouse.

"Staff Officer Shen, are you still checking things this late?" the major in charge of warehouse management said with a smile.

Although Shen Xing was very beautiful, he dared not have any improper thoughts. She was the legion commander's younger sister, and held a very high position. Her time in the legion was merely for show, and it was said that she would soon be transferred back to the military headquarters for reassignment.

"Okay, let's take a look." Shen Xing nodded with a serious expression.

"Okay, come on, open the door."

The warehouse for such important fixed-position soul-guided artillery shells required three keys and a special password to open. Two captains holding the keys were summoned by the major, and after the password was added and Shen Xing's retina was scanned, the warehouse door slowly opened.

The warehouse storing so many fixed-position soul-guided artillery shells exuded an invisible, chilling aura. Although it didn't contain any truly high-level strategic fixed-position soul-guided artillery shells, their value was still immense. It was one of the most important warehouses in the Northern Navy Legion.

Stepping into the warehouse, a sense of familiarity from the dream washed over him. Because he dreamed of this place every day, Shen Xing's familiarity with it was naturally particularly strong.

Walking through the warehouse, Shen Xing stared blankly at the shells around her. Suddenly, she stopped instinctively. "There should be twenty level-five fixed-position soul-guided shells here. Where are they? Show me the inventory log."

She stopped right next to a shelf that was completely empty. But in Shen Xing's memory, there should have been twenty fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells there.

Because she remembered very clearly that in the dream, after that bastard kidnapped her, he had taken her here to hide for a while, so she remembered it very clearly.

However, she immediately regretted asking the question. It was just a dream, after all! To actually ask about something from a dream in reality—that was truly…

However, there was no reply from beside him. Shen Xing subconsciously turned around and looked at the major in charge of the warehouse, only to see a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

How could she know there were twenty level-five fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells here? That's impossible! The last time she was here was several months ago.

No, that's not the point right now. He clearly remembered that he had only taken four Level 5 fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells. How come sixteen more are missing now?

There's a mole!

This was the first thought of the major in charge of the warehouse: Could it be that those evil soul masters were threatening the other people in the base to help them smuggle soul-guided artillery shells?

If that's the case, that guy is way too audacious! Stealing sixteen at once is simply impossible to cover up.

In an instant, the major felt his head spinning. The people in charge of the warehouse keys were all in cahoots with him; they couldn't be that stupid. So how exactly were those sixteen fixed-mount soul-guided cannon shells taken?

Fixed-position guided missiles are subject to very strict storage regulations according to their category and grade, and their location cannot be changed arbitrarily unless they are put into service.

"I'm asking you a question." Shen Xing was very clever and immediately realized the problem. He hurriedly asked, and his voice became sharp.

The major quickly smiled apologetically and said, "The shells have been put into service. You'll have to wait a moment for the release record; I need to retrieve it."

Shen Xing said, "Give it to me immediately, right now."

The major nodded hurriedly, "Please wait a moment, I'll be right there." As he spoke, he turned around and gave the two captains a wink.

With things having come to this point, he had no choice but to take a desperate gamble. The major had considered having the bastard who stole the sixteen fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells take the blame for him. However, he quickly realized that was impossible.

The disappearance of strategic materials like fixed-position guided missiles will undoubtedly be thoroughly investigated. His years of defying regulations will not be able to be hidden.

In that case, he only has one path left to take!

The major and two captains walked quickly outside.

"Why did you all go? Just send one person," Shen Xing shouted.

"Okay." The major stopped and turned around. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared.

Shen Xing felt a tremor run through her body, and a strong sense of numbness instantly spread to every corner of her body, causing her body to slowly slump down.

She instinctively widened her eyes, unable to believe it was real.

The person who can serve as the head of the fixed-equipment soul-guided cannon shell warehouse must have undergone a strict political review. However, there is no doubt that the person in front of us has a problem, and not only him, but also his two subordinates.

The major's face turned somewhat ferocious. He strode up to Shen Xing and ripped the communicator off her chest. In doing so, he also tore off the top two buttons of Shen Xing's uniform.

The buttons fell off, revealing a patch of snow-white skin on Shen Xing's chest, but she was completely paralyzed and couldn't even make a sound.

The warehouse manager's breathing became noticeably rapid. "I didn't want this to happen either. I know how serious a crime it is to resell fixed-position soul-guided missiles. But I had no choice. My family has been taken away, and my son is still in their hands. I have no other option, I really have no other choice. I have to go."

Unable to speak, Shen Xing could only glare at him with a stern look.

The warehouse manager said dejectedly, "Staff Officer Shen, blame yourself. Who told you to meddle? I'll take you with me. You're the general's younger sister; I believe you'll be very valuable to them, which should bring me more benefits."

"Help Staff Officer Shen up. We must leave immediately. Luckily it's nighttime. Quickly notify our escape route and have them prepare. We're leaving now."

The warehouse manager must have regained his composure by now; he pulled Shen Xing up from the ground.

"Leave? I think you're overthinking it."

Suddenly a cold voice rang out, causing the warehouse manager and the two captains to change their expressions.

"Who goes there?" the warehouse manager shouted, and as he turned around, he fired a paralyzing ray from his soul-guided gun toward the source of the sound.

The paralyzing ray struck precisely at the man's outstretched arm. Stimulated by the ray, the man's hand emitted a faint glow. He shook his hand and muttered, "A little tingly!"

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted from that person. The warehouse manager felt as if he were facing not a human, but a terrifying beast. His own blood seemed to freeze.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black—a total of eight spirit rings lit up on the opponent, instantly chilling the major's heart.

"Major General Kra!" The major managed to utter the name with difficulty, which caused a glimmer of light to appear in Shen Xing's eyes behind him.

"Stealing a large number of soul-guided cannons from the base is a capital offense!" Kra's hoarse voice rang out. He looked at the warehouse manager, whose eyes were filled with despair, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Die." Kra spat out a mouthful of saliva. Although it was liquid, the saliva quickly turned into three steel balls as it left Kra, shooting towards the three people respectively.

boom! boom! boom!

With lightning speed, the three steel balls pierced through the foreheads of the three men.

"Major General Kra, I..." The warehouse manager seemed to want to say something more, but in the end his eyes quickly dimmed and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Krak wouldn't give them a chance to argue, since these people had accomplices in the base, and those accomplices were now under his control.

The warehouse manager in charge of stealing the soul-guided cannon shells, as well as the two captains, no longer needed to be kept alive. Once they were dead, the blame for the missing fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells would naturally fall on them.

Even if the other accomplices responsible for the transportation wanted to argue that they hadn't stolen that many fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells, it would be useless, because they were already dead and there was no way to prove it.

Moreover, stealing so many soul-guided cannonballs is already a capital offense; who would believe the words of a group of traitors?

Krall came here to deal with them personally.

He is very cautious.

(End of this chapter)