Chapter 356: Murder on the Round Table

Under the gaze of everyone, the man called Mr. Zhang couldn't help feeling nervous, but on the surface he still appeared calm and his expression remained unchanged.

"Spy? Mr. Missionary, to be honest, this is also an important issue I will raise at today's meeting."

Zhang Xuan suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and spoke as calmly as possible.

"Oh? Really? It seems that Mr. Zhang is in tune with us and has already noticed the existence of that annoying guy."

At the round table, another half-human, half-ghost creature spoke. It was an old woman with a face full of wrinkles and age spots. She exuded a decayed and dead aura from head to toe, like a corpse dug out of a grave. Her black skirt was also tattered, like a burial object.

"Oh, you're asking even though you already know the answer. Everyone knows that Madam Mary disappears for a while every month. Who knows if you're delivering information to someone?"

Zhang Xuan sneered. Although he didn't know why this group of people suddenly turned their spearheads against him, he was not a person who would sit and wait for death. This was his counterattack.

"And Mr. Missionary, I remember that as early as last year, you had already extended your hands to that country, and it seems that you have cultivated a small group. I am afraid that you have already prepared to take root."

As Zhang Xuan finished his words, the already weird atmosphere at the conference table became even more silent, but everyone's eyes were still focused on Zhang Xuan and were not diverted by his verbal counterattack.

"Let's put this issue aside for now and give priority to discussing the Noah's Ark Project."

At this time, another dry and hoarse voice was heard. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. The tone was extremely cold and stiff. The speech speed was slow and the articulation was not completely clear, as awkward as that of a child who had just learned to speak.

However, with the appearance of such a voice, the atmosphere at the round table became a little subtle again. Many people withdrew their gaze from Zhang Xuan and became crazy instead.

"The Ark Plan must be implemented, and it must be implemented as soon as possible. We cannot give those captains time to grow."

A gentleman in a top hat and a suit said, he was also one of the few people at the round table who looked like a living person. He traveled thousands of miles across the ocean from Country Y to come to the United States to attend this meeting.

"I agree with the gentleman. I have a suggestion. Starting today, we will form a team of ghost hunters and begin to gradually hunt down the leaders of their cities."

The person who took over the conversation was a young man wearing a dirty old shirt, who looked like a down-and-out painter.

"According to the intelligence I have, apart from the twelve captains, the strength of the city leaders is generally weak. Most of them can only control one ghost, and a few can control two ghosts. As for those who can control three ghosts, there are very few, and they are already qualified to be nominated as captains."

The down-and-out painter went on to say that it was obvious that his investigation into the domestic supernatural circle was quite detailed, but it was limited to the information that was publicly available.

"can."

The stiff and dry voice appeared again, and nodded directly to approve the suggestions of the painter and the gentleman.

"Damn, these lunatics are really going to implement that plan."

Zhang Xuan was secretly anxious, and at the same time, his sight was inconspicuously locked on the source of the sound——

He was a tall man wearing captain's clothes and with a highly decayed face. On the entire round table, he looked the least like a living person, and he exuded the most extreme cold aura.

Then the captain stretched out a skinny and shriveled finger and pointed at the three people at the round table one by one.

Zhang Xuan looked in the direction of his finger and wrote down the code names of the three men: Painter, Butcher, and Projectionist.

"You guys, go, hunt."

The captain spoke slowly, but his meaning was clear. He asked these three men to hunt down the city leaders of that country.

These three people represent the three levels of combat power of the King's Organization: the painter who has the most invincible ghost and escape ability, the butcher with a ferocious personality comparable to a ghost, and the projectionist with treacherous and unpredictable methods. Once encountering these three kings, 99% of the city leaders will have no chance of survival.

"We must find a way to get the message back, otherwise the situation in the country will soon collapse."

Zhang Xuan was a little anxious and did not notice that there was someone at the round table who was staring at him.

"In that case, the meeting is over. Everyone can make good preparations recently. I believe that the Ark Project will be implemented soon."

At the end of the meeting, the gentleman spoke again, as if it was a perfect ending to the meeting.

However, as everyone gradually left, the captain and another king codenamed Cowboy stayed behind, and it seemed that the two had something to discuss.

The captain didn't say anything, but just gestured something with his skinny hands. However, the cowboy next to him nodded frequently, as if he understood what the captain meant.

"Understood. I will keep a close eye on his actions recently. If I find anything unusual, I will unite at least four friends to surround and kill him completely."

The cowboy, shrouded in thick black fog, spoke slowly, his tone revealing an inexplicable indifference and murderous intent.

The conversation between the two did not last long. As the fog dissipated, the captain and the cowboy disappeared into the villa.

In Dazheng City, as the sun rose, the horrific exhibition hall hidden in the city was exposed. A staggering figure walked out of the exhibition hall, holding a revolving lantern that had been extinguished for a long time.

"Are there any ghosts?"

Shen Lin frowned, and the scarlet axe spun magnificently in his palm. The next moment, he appeared in front of the figure, and the axe was about to chop down.

"Hey, Captain Shen, hold back!"

The man tilted his body and just avoided Shen Lin's axe.

Then, the man reached out and took off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a slightly tired but still unruly face. He was Zhou Deng.

"Captain Shen, Captain Cao, I have fulfilled my mission. From today on, the incident codenamed Museum of Horror can be removed from the headquarters' supernatural files."

Zhou Deng was very excited because he got a lot of good things in this exhibition hall. Although his current condition was not much better, it was all worth it.

"Thanks a lot."

Shen Lin silently retracted the axe, pretending that nothing had happened, and even praised himself to cover up his embarrassment.

"Time waits for no one. You stay here and guard Lin Bei's body. We can't be sure whether he is dead or not. But if you notice anything unusual, don't hesitate and detain him directly."

"Shen Lin and I are going to Luocheng City to provide support soon. The situation there is a bit complicated. In addition, there are still a few remnant soldiers in Dazheng City. Please make arrangements for them."

Cao Yang left two scapegoats for Zhou Deng, then opened the ghost den and took Shen Lin with him and rushed towards Luocheng City.

"My goodness, you are treating me like a donkey."

This was the first time that Zhou Deng felt that being a captain was not so easy.

(End of this chapter)