"But it is indeed the king's mark."

"I know that they are using the body of a certain king to absorb some of the king's remaining power to create a secret that is completely under their control."

Yan Yibing continued: "I have contacted the captain of the nearby team and reported it to the headquarters. Guess what happened."

Hong Ling: "What's wrong?"

Yan Yibing: "Headquarters believes that the incident in Yushan Town... is just a cover."

"A cover?"

Yan Yibing stood on the balcony, looked in the direction of the Huang family, took a long breath, and continued.

"After the Yushan Town incident broke out, the headquarters issued a trial convening order."

"It was later discovered that incidents of raising ghosts had occurred in the areas that we, the captains who were summoned, were responsible for."

"Wha, what?!" Hong Ling's eyes trembled, unable to believe what the captain said.

Yan Yibing: "Because many mysterious captains died in the Yushan Town incident, and ghost-raising incidents have been discovered in various places, the headquarters is also in a state of confusion now."

"Moreover, conflicts have already occurred in some places."

"The only few things that are certain now."

"The Illuminati must also be involved in the infiltration incident in Yushan Town."

"The Illuminati has the king's body in their hands. After they distributed the king's body, they went to various areas affected by the Yushan Town incident to raise ghosts."

"This was a long-planned plan from the beginning."

Yan Yibing lowered his eyes slightly and put out the cigarette butt.

After a long silence, Hong Ling said: "Then do we need to transfer the civilians in advance?"

"Transfer?"

Yan Yibing: "The captains I contacted are all from our Zhijiang Province, and most of our secret teams in Zhijiang Province have encountered ghost-raising incidents."

"Our Zhijiang Province alone has a population of 70 million..."

"How to transfer?"

"Moreover, once it is transferred, what kind of social impact will it cause..."

Hong Ling: "..."

Seeing Hong Ling's frustrated face, Yan Yibing looked relaxed and patted her head with a smile.

"What are you mourning for? Aren't you still with me?"

"Besides, our Team 3033 is not a soft persimmon."

"Moreover……"

He glanced at Zhou Yong who was still unconscious on the hospital bed.

Yan Yibing lit another cigarette.

"Even if the world is shrouded in dark clouds..."

"There will always be a sunny day."
Chapter completed!