Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

"Who exactly are you, and aren't you afraid that researching these things will expose you?"

Marco stared at Su Jie, completely unaware before his arrival that he would encounter such a situation.

"Who can expose me, you?"

A smile curled at the corner of Su Jie's mouth, as pale, sinister corpse hands fell like a tide from the thousand-hand centipede, surrounding the mercenaries.

"Kill this monster."

The mercenaries struggled desperately, opening fire with all their might; most of the bullets were aimed at Su Jie, hoping to kill him and survive.

Su Jie stood unmoving, the bullets that were fired at him were stopped by the Qiankun Xuanbing Formation Diagram before they could even draw near, failing to create even the slightest ripple.

In the blink of an eye, mercenary after mercenary was enveloped by the pale corpse hands, crushed into mangled, unrecognizable piles of flesh.

Lu Yixin's face turned white as a sheet as he watched the corpse hands approach, only able to open his mouth in despair, emitting not a sound before being overran and compressed into a mound of crushed flesh.

Marco, too, was covered with crawling corpse hands, leaving only his head exposed.

Su Jie walked up to him leisurely, smiling and said, "As the brain of this team of mercenaries, you must know quite a bit of important information, hehe. I know you won't easily speak up, but no matter, I will have time to slowly play with you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dense swarm of Poison Insects burrowed out from his sleeves, drilling into Marco's mouth, eyes, ears, and other crevices.

Marco's pupils dilated with terror, and feeling the agony of his body being devoured by countless insects, he could only emit screams that hardly sounded human.

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It was five o'clock in the deep of the night, a little over an hour until dawn.

In a forest in Mande City.

Wang Xiaotong, Liu Canlin, and Rafael were waiting here, alongside another team of mercenaries.

This team of mercenaries had originally planned to capture the executives of Jieke Company, but they had not seen any sign of said executives yet. Now, they could only wait for Marco to lead his team on an assault on Fumen Breeding Farm in an attempt to obtain the hair growth original fluid.

Inside the tent, Rafael, who hadn't slept all night, was waiting for Marco's team to return.

"Mr. Rafael, if we get our hands on the hair growth original fluid, Linghui Company will only need the Hua Country market, and we're willing to give 80% of the profits to Asder Company."

Wang Xiaotong's face was full of smiles as he fantasized about monopolizing Hua Country's hair growth market.

"Boss Wang, it's not up to me to decide these things. You'll need to discuss it with President Polo."

Rafael's face remained composed, but inwardly he sneered.

Once he had the hair growth original fluid, Wang Xiaotong would be of no further use. Following President Polo's instructions, he would silence the other man to prevent any leak of today's events.

As for the Hua Country market, with the miraculous effect of the hair growth original fluid, they could easily support a new agent or even sell directly. With such a powerfully effective product, there would be no shortage of buyers.

"Mr. Rafael, we've lost contact with Marco."

Inside the tent, a black mercenary named Dandy walked in, looking somewhat uneasy.

"What's the reason?"

Rafael stood up abruptly, looking down at his watch.

The action plan that had been prepared beforehand only required half an hour for the assault, yet now more than an hour had passed since Marco's team had set off.

Logically, whether the assault was successful or not, Marco should have sent back a message.

"Communications have been completely cut off; it's possible that the mission failed and they couldn't even send back a final message before being wiped out by the enemy."

Dandy's eyes were heavy as he voiced the most likely conjecture.

"Given the disorganized military forces of these warlords, even if Marco was discovered, a few of them should have been able to break through and return. How could it be that not even a message got out before they were completely annihilated?"

Rafael clutched his forehead. Marco's execution of every mission in the past had been clean and decisive, and he was reluctant to believe that he could fall at the hands of a minor warlord.

Although he was loath to believe it, reason ultimately prevailed. Rafael gritted his teeth and gave the order, "Notify everyone, we need to move our position, we can't stay here any longer."

"Have we failed the mission, Mr. Rafael?"

Hearing the conversation between Dandy and Rafael, Wang Xiaotong only then belatedly realized what was happening, looking at Rafael helplessly.

"Yes, we must move now."

Rafael had barely spoken when he suddenly heard strange sounds beside him.

"Artillery fire, get down."

Dandy's face changed dramatically, and he tackled Rafael to the ground with one motion.

Immediately following, several sharp whooshing sounds arrived.

Then the earth and mountains shook, a blaze of light blossomed, and several fireballs soared into the air around the camp.

Two mercenaries didn't manage to dodge in time and were caught in the blast. They were thrown several meters away, and by the time they hit the ground, their internal organs had been shattered.

"Retreat quickly!"

Rafael stood up swiftly, and Dandy quickly directed the other mercenaries toward a predetermined evacuation point.

In the darkness, a dense hail of bullets and artillery shells rained down madly, with continuous explosions tearing up vast swathes of scorched earth from the sky.

Seeing the scale of the assault, Dandy knew it involved at least several hundred enemies, a thought that made his scalp tingle.

Although they were mercenaries, they were also elite retired special forces with rich combat experience.

But this wasn't a movie, and they weren't Rambo, capable of a small squad taking on hundreds of armed enemies.
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They had been successful in past missions because they operated on a principle of striking fast against small, slower groups, not engaging with large enemy forces.

The mercenaries protected Rafael as they retreated swiftly, but Wang Xiaotong wasn't afforded such treatment.

Bullets whizzed past him, causing his legs to turn to jelly.

Bang!

An enormous hole burst open in the back of Liu Canlin's head next to him, the bullet exiting through his forehead. His body fell mid-escape onto the ground, landing on Wang Xiaotong and scaring him to the point of wetting himself.

"Mr. Rafael, save me, don't leave me behind!"

Wang Xiaotong cried out, but Rafael was struggling to save himself and naturally paid no heed to Wang Xiaotong's life or death.

On the contrary, Wang Xiaotong's cries in the darkness attracted gunfire. A flare shot up into the sky, and a barrage of bullets swept over, riddling the director of Linghui Company like a hornet's nest.

More and more flares rose into the sky. Two wheeled armored vehicles entered the battlefield, with anti-aircraft guns crazily firing into the dark woods.

An armed helicopter hovered at low altitude, firing rockets in the general direction, with the constant succession of explosions and roaring creating an incessant din, and the mercenaries' slight resistance was immediately extinguished.

Armed only with light weapons, they were no match for the regular army equipped with heavy weapons.

Rafael turned his head to look at Dandy, who was helping him escape; a recent machine gun volley had shattered Dandy's upper body.

Looking back at the battlefield, the mercenaries were dead or injured. Rafael listened to the dense footsteps around him and could only raise his hands high in surrender.