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In another location, accompanied by beast-like howls,

the fierce tiger, having breached the first level of defenses, faced a direct hit from the heavy firepower that awaited it.

“Fire, smash this bastard to pieces.”

The commander roared, and several rocket projectiles launched quickly, hitting the fierce tiger in rapid succession.

Rocket projectiles capable of damaging tanks were also more than the fierce tiger could withstand; its body was torn into two pieces.

The next moment, a barrage of gunfire rained down, mixed with the furious firing of heavy machine guns and Gatlings, completely shredding the fierce tiger’s body.

In the end, as the black smoke dissipated, all that was left on the scene was a cloth tiger torn to shreds.

“We’ve killed this devil, haha, we’ve won.”

After a cautious inspection, the soldiers on the scene finally confirmed this fact, and instantly became as excited as if injected with chicken blood.

This was the first fierce ghost they had killed, which was enough to prove that fierce ghosts could indeed be killed.

In the command monitoring room, it too turned into a sea of cheers, everyone hugging each other with high spirits, overflowing with excitement.

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Moritz had just started celebrating when Mahat hurried back, reporting, “Director, our plan has failed. The soldiers assigned to start the fire and those manning the air defense missiles suffered an unknown attack; they are now all out of contact. And the soldiers we sent for reinforcements have all perished en route.”

This news caused Moritz’s expression to change drastically, grinding his teeth and saying, “Damn, these ghosts must be under human command; this is no accident.”

Interrupting external communication channels and preventing them from setting fires and launching air defense missiles, it doesn’t look like an accident at all, more like a carefully planned trap.

“It’s the Jieke Group, it must be them.”

Moritz voiced the fact that he didn’t want to believe, but which was the most likely.

Although there was no evidence that the Jieke Group had orchestrated this supernatural attack, there’s a saying that goes,

“The biggest beneficiary is the prime suspect.”

This CIA base was specifically aimed at collecting intelligence on and acting against the Jieke Group.

In Southeast Asia, other countries didn’t dare offend, nor had reason to, so the greatest suspicion fell on the Jieke Group.

Because only the Jieke Group would benefit from the destruction of this base, and even without any evidence, Moritz believed that the attackers must be the Jieke Group, the CIA’s number one enemy.

“Fuck, more and more ghosts are showing up.”

“The A2 defensive line has been breached; the target is an evil spirit with droopy ears, its mode of attack is sound, we can’t make any noise or we’ll be attacked by it.”

“The second-level defenses have been breached; we need support, I repeat, we fucking need support.”

“Immediately close the inner alloy gates; don’t let them get inside.”

“It’s no use; the ghosts are passing directly through walls, our defensive line has been breached.”

After a brief moment of excitement, with more and more ghosts appearing on the scene, the situation became tense again.

Moritz quickly looked towards the surveillance screens, only to see the group of soldiers who had just killed the fierce tiger ghost now being pursued.

Their assailant was a man with a frail body, pale skin, a pair of sunken, hollow eye sockets, a face painted with heavy makeup, dressed in fancy theatrical attire.

With every step he took, a soldier would fall, their bodies twisted into bizarre contorted shapes.

“Fire.”

Under the command of their platoon leader, the soldiers tried to repeat their previous victory by using rocket launchers, flamethrowers, and machine guns to shred the ghost.

But facing the attack of these soldiers, the frail ghost showed no intention of running away. Instead, any soldier who tried to pull the trigger within a hundred meters would suddenly display an eerie smile, they would turn their weapons around, and attack their comrades instead.

“Shit, we’re on the same side.”

“They have been possessed by evil spirits,”

“It’s the shadows, their shadows.”

The soldiers were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties; some were ignited into torches, some were shredded by 12.7mm bullets, and others were blown to pieces by rocket launchers.

The mutinous soldiers, with their shadows standing upright behind them, with fingers of both hands spread wide as if playing with shadow puppets, controlled the soldiers to carry out the slaughter.

These controlled soldiers clearly still had their consciousness, but they were unable to control their own bodies and could only instinctively use firearms to kill their former comrades.

“We can’t fight them, we really can’t fight them,”

The soldiers despaired; they had just killed a Fierce Tiger Ghost, but now faced with the Fierce Ghost in costume, the firearms instead turned into weapons that assisted the enemy.

These soldiers didn’t know that the Fierce Tiger Ghost they had previously killed was just a common First-grade fierce ghost, and the severely injured female ghost was only a Second Grade Ghost, weakened without the Spirit Ring.

But the Ghost in costume they were facing now was a genuine Third-grade fierce ghost, far more powerful than the Fierce Tiger Ghost.

As Second and Third Grade Ghosts joined the battlefield, the situation deteriorated rapidly, and scores of soldiers were slaughtered.

The shut alloy doors couldn’t stop the fierce ghosts. Along their path, all living were killed, leaving behind only cold corpses.

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Moritz sat dejectedly in his chair, watching the footage on the monitors of the evil spirits and fierce ghosts penetrating deeper into the base, his eyes filled with pain and despair.

“Jieke Group actually controls such supernatural powers; Su Jie, the puppet master behind the scenes, must hold secrets that could pierce the heavens,”

With myriad thoughts in his mind, Moritz knew he couldn’t leave the base alive. He clenched his teeth, grabbed paper and pen, and quickly wrote down line after line of intelligence.

Meanwhile, outside the command monitoring room, the night fell, and a crescent moon hung in the pitch-black sky.

Fierce gunfire sounded in the corridor outside, as soldiers stationed at the last line of defense began to grapple with the fierce ghosts.

But the gunfire was brief, lasting less than half a minute before all the gunshots and screams subsided.

Inside the command room, the staff and sergeants drew their pistols for self-defense, their eyes showing panic and unease.

In the silence, layers of moss grew on the wall near the door, emitting a strange and foul odor.

Click!

Click-clack!

The doorknob turned slowly, and a chilling cold breath drifted into the room. Everyone inside tensed up involuntarily, their hearts pounding.

Someone rushed to the door, trying to hold it shut, but it was futile; the door continued to open bit by bit.

Moritz stuffed the note into his mouth and swallowed it, hoping that the forensic pathologist would discover the clues in the intelligence when they performed an autopsy on his body.

Having done all this, Moritz’s expression gradually became calm. He knew his fate and did not draw his pistol to resist.

Even the soldiers with various rifles and heavy weapons had been killed; their mere pistols were as futile as ants shaking a tree, resistance was sure to fail.

“He’s coming in, those devils are coming in,”

“Oh God! Please protect Your people.”

“No, no, no, I don’t want to be killed by a fierce ghost.”

The fear in the room peaked, and in this fear, someone even turned their handgun around, stuck it in their mouth, and pulled the trigger, preferring suicide over being brutally murdered by a fierce ghost.

When the door was fully opened, everyone inside stared with wide eyes, but outside it was eerily quiet with not a single figure in sight.

“He… he’s here, the evil spirit is here…”

Suddenly, a staff member felt something hit the back of his head; when he instinctively looked up, he saw a pair of feet dangling above him.

A disheveled fierce ghost with bulging eyes, hanged by a hemp rope from the ceiling, appeared in the command room.

The pupils of the staff members contracted, unable to scream, with concentric circles of cyanotic strangulation marks appearing on their necks. They struggled as they were hoisted into the air as if an invisible hemp rope was winding around their necks.