freeallnovels Chapter 3873 The Cheese Labyrinth
Chapter 3873 The Cheese Labyrinth
Chapter 3873 The Cheese Labyrinth
As time went by, the country seemed to have accepted the current reality.
In fact, as long as ordinary people's normal lives are not greatly affected, not many people really care about how strict the control is being exercised against "non-humans".
Everything in daily life was proceeding in an orderly manner... except for the occasional news about the capture of deserters who had invaded.
I heard that it was the tough stance taken by China at the United Nations conference that ensured the lives of ordinary people in the United States.
Thus, the clever American netizens instantly engaged in a historic reconciliation with the Chinese netizens... Only after the reconciliation did they realize that the true dragon of China was actually the real vanguard of civil rights!
Under the "rule" of the Dragon King, China has always adhered to the concept of putting people first... Can you believe it?
"We have indeed been deceived by these evil capitalist media outlets for many years!"
"Is it too late for me to vote red now?"
A wave of ideas quietly arrived, and its influence... In fact, the immediate impact was not very significant; it was just that gradually more people in the community began to worship the Divine Dragon of China in their homes.
After all, this is a mysterious power from the Eastern Divine Land, so it still has a considerable market.
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Troops dispatched by various factions to the border of the United States are also gradually taking their positions.
Each party is responsible for a specific area, ensuring that there are no gaps in the country's borders.
But no one knows how many of the escaped invaders there were... there is only a rough estimate, currently around four or five thousand.
These invaders from foreign civilizations are clever enough to hide among the people, and cannot be completely eliminated in a short period of time.
“Miss Zhong, we have discovered a temporary stronghold of the intruders and successfully captured three deserters… However, these guys are getting more and more cunning; they have even begun to try to integrate into society.”
After briefly glancing at the report, Zhong Luoyue said calmly, "If you were in that situation, trapped deep within enemy territory, wouldn't you be careful?"
“Indeed.” The magician in charge of the search nodded. “I’ll go interrogate these deserters and see if I can get any useful information out of them.”
"Thanks a lot."
After meeting with the team that had returned from their mission, Zhong Luoyue began dealing with the construction of the outpost. In addition to building the outpost, the Magicians' Association had another very important task: to open a magic school in this country.
Clearly, the people of America are far more accepting of magic than the cultivation system in China… The news that a magic school would be established in America has already attracted tremendous attention and discussion.
Many people... actually want to become Porter, and only then will they truly understand Porter.
"Miss Zhong, here is an anonymous letter for you."
"My letter?"
The assistant placed an envelope without Ms. Zhong's name on it on the table. "Yes, it suddenly appeared at the door this morning. We didn't find the mailman... We checked it, and the letter is safe."
"Understood." Zhong Luoyue pondered for a moment. "You can go out now... pass on this notice. The outpost has officially started working. The rules and regulations also need to be established. Let those energetic guys read it carefully so as not to damage the association's reputation."
"You've got the system ready so quickly?" the assistant exclaimed. "Your work efficiency is terrifying."
"After all, I don't need to sleep at night," Zhong Luoyue said with a self-deprecating laugh.
After her assistant left, Zhong Luoyue opened the anonymous letter. After reading it carefully, she fell into deep thought—it seemed that the letter was sent by a relatively young vampire family from the United States.
—The Karen clan.
Judging from the letter, it seemed that the Karen clan intended to pledge allegiance to her—which was what left Zhong Luoyue somewhat bewildered.
Although she was already "non-human"... to be honest, Zhong Luoyue wasn't very keen on honing her abilities, and she couldn't be as extreme as those who were single-mindedly focused on becoming stronger.
Therefore, it will probably take Zhong Luoyue several hundred years to become a [non-human] powerhouse... This is also due to the innate talent of the vampire race; as long as they live long enough, they will naturally become stronger.
"He actually thought of siding with a third-rate vampire like me..." Zhong Luoyue stroked the letter. "Looks like he's been driven to the brink?"
After Long Jun visited the headquarters of the United Nations, all the non-human beings in the entire United States officially entered an era of governance... lasting for one hundred years.
The standard of jurisdiction is to adopt the governance methods of the Shenzhou Administration for non-human beings—that is, to directly adopt the Shenzhou system. This is a very uncomfortable thing for the "non-humans" in the United States.
After all, it's not that free...
"So...do you want to see him?"
Zhong Luoyue fell into deep thought.
She already knew about the ecology of vampires... This kind of group, bound by blood ties, can basically control an entire family as long as the source of the bloodline is controlled.
However, Zhong Luoyue knew she didn't have the ability to control the patriarch of the Karen clan.
She hesitated for a moment, then took a lighter and lit the envelope... Not doing anything that could potentially risk one's career was a family rule of the Zhong family.
Now that I have the Magicians' Association backing me, as long as I proceed steadily, I will naturally be able to gradually get closer to the core circle of the association.
Just as the envelope was half-burned, Zhong Luoyue suddenly reached out and extinguished the flames... By the time she realized what was happening, it was already over.
A strange glint flashed in her eyes—a clear look of greed.
The cryptic whispers echoed in her ears once more... and her thoughts subtly shifted without her even realizing it.
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It was evening in a major city in eastern America.
In a luxurious villa in an affluent neighborhood, a bald, white-skinned tycoon was being forced onto a table with a terrified expression.
Meanwhile, a tall, burly Black man held a pistol to the head of the middle-aged, bald, wealthy man. "Quiet down, sir. You don't want me to put a hole in your head, do you?"
"Damn it, you're trespassing! Do you know who I am? You're finished!"
This is clearly a wealthy man with extensive connections and influence in the local area... Fear, but even more so, anger!
But the black man pressing him down wasn't the one in charge... The real master was clearly a man in his thirties who was sitting leisurely in front of the bald tycoon.
The man was toying with a pendant of a five-pointed star around his neck, his gaze deep and filled with madness and greed, like a lion that had successfully hunted.
"Who exactly are you?" the bald tycoon said calmly. "Who sent you? If you just want money, we can discuss this matter very well."
“You can call me Vongola VIII.” The man wearing the necklace… Vongola VIII said calmly, “I don’t lack money, but there is one thing I really need, and you happen to have quite a few on you. I plan to borrow them.”
"What...what exactly do you want?" The bald tycoon's gaze became unfocused.
Vong VIII snapped his fingers, and another man in a black suit immediately took out a laptop, opened it, and pushed it in front of the bald tycoon.
"Do you recognize this?" Vongola VIII twirled a butterfly knife in his hand, squinting as he said, "Transfer all the Z-coins in your account to this account... Don't worry, I'll leave you one so you can make up for lost money."
"Who are you!" the tycoon exclaimed in terror. "How did you know my account details...? Impossible! I can't possibly give you [Z-coin]! I worked so hard to collect it, and I need to exchange it for [Life Essence]... My wife needs it to save her life! Don't even think about it!"
Bang bang bang——!
"What a touching love story!" Vongola VIII suddenly clapped his hands and chuckled, "Here's what we'll do. I'll give you two choices: I'll have someone go to the hospital and remove your wife's oxygen tube, or I'll make sure you can't breathe anymore... Keep trying to move me. If you can really move me, then I'll let you go tonight."
"You villain!!!"
Vongola VIII said expressionlessly, "Can't make a decision, right? Then let me help you make this decision... This coin, guess heads or tails."
The silver coin fell slowly and was covered by a palm.
Vongola VIII leaned close to the other man's face. "You only have this one chance... I could actually steal it, but I'm a merciful man, so what can I do? Guess, sir!"
The gun barrel behind his head swayed slightly... He could feel the black man behind him pulling the trigger, and the bald tycoon turned pale.
"Aren't you going to guess?" Vongola VIII said calmly. "If you're not going to guess, then I'll guess for you... I guess you're about to stop breathing."
His palm slowly moved away.
The bald tycoon suddenly reached out and covered Vongola VIII's hand, his voice trembling as he said, "I'll... I'll transfer the money to you, all of it! I'll give you all of my Z-coins!! Don't kill me!!"
"That's right."
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Bang——! !
Inside the villa, a gunshot, though not too loud, suddenly rang out—in this free country, hearing gunshots in the middle of the night is not uncommon.
On the road outside the villa, Vongola VIII sat in a black car... At this moment, Uncle Black opened the car door and walked in, "BOSS, it's all cleaned up."
“Then let’s find the next target.” Vongola VIII looked down at his account on the [Z-coin] website, lit a cigar with satisfaction, and said, “The feeling of plundering wealth is truly captivating!”
The other man in the black suit driving suddenly said, "Boss, isn't this a bit inappropriate... What if Mr. John finds out..."
“If you don’t tell, and I don’t tell, he won’t know.” Vongola VIII narrowed his eyes. “Unless you have already told him.”
"I didn't!" the part-time driver in the suit quickly replied, "I am absolutely loyal to you!"
Vong VIII exhaled smoke and slowly said, "You've all experienced the magic of [Z-coin]... Don't worry, this is definitely the fastest way to plunder [Z-coin]. With such a huge daily turnover on the website, he won't notice... Besides, there are always people trading large quantities of [Z-coin] on the black market."
As he spoke, Vongola VIII directly exchanged two bottles of potion using the Z-coin in his account—the moment the exchange was successful, the two bottles of potion appeared out of thin air in Vongola VIII's hand.
He gave one bottle each to the man in the suit and the black man.
"Take this. It's a potion for [Extraordinary Strength]." Vongola VIII chuckled. "Welcome to... the world of [Non-humans]!"
—Isn't that exactly what it's for?
Without the slightest hesitation, the two immediately swallowed the medicine in their hands... and instantly felt the vitality within their bodies being revitalized.
"Amazing!"
"Is this what it feels like to become a non-human...?"
After using a bottle of [Extraordinary Stamina] potion, the two of them were roughly at the [Non-human] level of LV0.5... far exceeding the limits of ordinary people.
Vongola VIII watched with satisfaction as his two subordinates became engrossed in their power... As for himself, he naturally wanted to do something big!
He was the one who initially built the entire Z-coin gambling website. Although the management authority was later handed over to John, Vongola VIII still had some backend access.
Knowing which accounts have a large amount of Z-coins... wouldn't that make them the perfect prey?
It'll be soon...it'll be soon.
Vongola VIII's gaze fell on a particular item on the exchange list, his eyes growing increasingly intense.
Just then, the phone vibrated... He glanced at the name on the caller ID, his expression hardened slightly, and then he gestured for the black man and the man in the black suit in front of him to be quiet.
The call is connected.
"Good evening, Mr. John," Vongola VIII said respectfully. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
A girl's voice seemed to faintly come from the other end of the phone... but it was quickly blocked out, and then John's voice slowly rang out, "Good evening, VIII... Oh, it's nothing important, just letting you know that I will be going out of town for the next few days, so I'll be leaving the website to you for the time being."
Vongola VIII's lips curved into a handsome smile as he became even more humble, saying, "Please rest assured, I will definitely not allow any problems to occur on the website... But sir, what did you say before?"
"Oh, your salary?" John said casually, "You can withdraw it yourself. The salary I'm giving you is not low. If you save it for a few years, it will be enough for you to exchange for some good things."
"Thank you for your generosity, sir."
"That's enough for now," John chuckled. "Do your job well, just like your father did. I won't treat you unfairly."
"I will always be loyal to you."
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Under the cover of night and the streetlights, a slender young woman angrily swung her fists in circles, yelling, "How many times have I told you, don't hold my head down!! You bastard John!!!"
Then John suddenly let go, and Tina, suddenly freed from his grip, couldn't stop in time and crashed directly into the lamppost.
John chuckled as he put away the phone, then habitually lit a cigarette. "Are you training your iron head, you stubborn Tina?"
"Don't change my name like that, you bastard!"
John shrugged, then pointed to an apartment building in front of them. "Let's go, time to get to work, Exorcist Assistant."
"You always order me around!" Tina rubbed her head indignantly, then suddenly asked curiously, "Who did you just call?"
“A mouse that suddenly learned to steal cheese,” John said casually.
“I hate rats!” Tina said bluntly.
John smiled and said, "Do you know what happens when a mouse gets stuck in a cheese maze?"
Without thinking, the girl instinctively asked, "What will happen?"
"You might overeat and die from it."
Tina paused, "No way! How could it possibly eat itself to death? A rat could definitely eat its way through the maze and find its way out!"
“It’s called a maze,” John said, squinting. “If a maze can be found, is it still a maze? And… how could a mouse bear to leave this cheese maze?”
"..." Tina rolled her eyes. "So, John, did mice get into your house?!"
"Ha ha ha ha."