Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 272 You! You'll cause me more trouble in the future!

"Great, great, our deputy director has really stirred up a huge mess for me out of the blue."

Zheng Xian paced back and forth in his office with his hands on his hips, his leather shoes making a rapid "thump-thump" sound on the floor. "I haven't paid attention to him for only three days—Sword Immortal, Cyclone, Captain, Wan Zhongxia, Shang-Chi, Iron Spider, and now Sun Wukong has popped up. Is he trying to ascend to heaven?"

He stopped, one hand bracing himself against the edge of the desk, the other rubbing his throbbing temples.

The dim light from outside the window made the nasolabial folds on his face, deepened by staying up late, particularly noticeable.

As the director of the Divine Spear Bureau, Zheng Xian's initial thought was simply to give the other party a random position and let him loaf around and do nothing.

After all, these days, everyone understands the ways of the world.

Looking at the other person's arrogant and domineering appearance, I thought he was some official's son who came out to experience life—

After all, heroes these days are so handsome; they must be descendants of some bigwig who's getting their resumes gilded.

He even privately lamented at the time that young people these days are getting more and more unconventional.

But he really didn't expect that the other party was serious.

This heroic team was formed quietly.

Although two of them were foreigners, looking at their yellow skin...

Hmm, this guy doesn't seem to be racist.

Of course, he didn't misunderstand racial discrimination; he also liked his own people quite a bit.

However, the way this was handled caught everyone off guard.

"Alright, what's going on with this Great Sage...?"

Zheng Xian plopped back into his chair, the springs groaning under the strain. "I lived in seclusion in Shenzhou for over a thousand years, and once fought against a group of extraterrestrial beings during the Tang Dynasty, and then..."

Zheng Xian felt as if his worldview had been torn apart by something.

Extraterrestrials during the Tang Dynasty. Havoc in Heaven—

It really happened, but it happened on an alien planet.

He recalled that when he first heard the legend of Kunlun's so-called "qi" when he was young, he always thought that it might really be some kind of ancient myth.

Further investigation revealed that the other party was nothing more than a group of aliens who had escaped to Earth.

When he learned the truth, he felt that he had wasted his feelings.

"So, what about Sun Wukong? What is his identity and background?"

When talking about his childhood idol, Jung Hyun was naturally a little excited.

But he was also afraid that his sincere efforts would be wasted on the other party—if the other party was an alien, then he would be really screwed.

His fingers unconsciously traced circles on the table, awaiting the weatherman's reply.

Fortunately, the weather wizard did not disappoint him.

"Well, based on what we've found out so far..." The weatherman adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses, "this so-called Sun Wukong should actually be the hero from our mythology. He did indeed exist here."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xian finally felt a sense of relief.

Well, at least it's mine.

Although it comes from ancient myths and legends, the fact that the other party has actually lived here for so many years without causing any trouble suggests that they must really like their country.

If they didn't like it, they would have already started causing trouble.

However, Zheng Xian soon came to hate the inefficiency of his subordinates.

This amazing expert was sitting in his own territory, and no one even noticed?

We've been supporting so many people for nothing.

His jaw clenched for a moment, then relaxed.

"Let's get back to the point. Please continue."

Zheng Xian waved his hand and sat up straight again.

He crossed his arms over his chest and listened intently, nodding his head repeatedly.

The weatherman swallowed hard, opened his folder, and continued his rambling monologue.

"According to their mission report, they discovered a peculiar, highly mobile object that was roaming around the northeast."

Meanwhile, the deputy director also received new intelligence, which was said to come from a warrior in mythology.

However, this warrior seemed to have gone mad after losing control of his internal energy during a battle with an enemy. Therefore, he personally led the Super Soldier Squad to pursue and capture him.

The weatherman's voice became smoother and smoother, as if he were telling a wonderful story: "The super-large explosion in Northeast China before, with that yield, was caused by their pursuit."

The good news is—they're already on their return flight and have successfully recruited Sun Wukong into the Super Soldier Squad. They'll let you know when they get back.

Reporting?

Did you only report it to him after you finished fighting?

Jung Hyun's expression went from anticipation to surprise, from surprise to disbelief, and finally settled on a complex look that mixed anger and absurdity.

His lips twitched.

He felt relieved to have gained another top-tier combatant, but also furious at Hanlu's complete disregard for him.

He's the director.

Why was he completely unaware that his subordinates had accomplished such a significant feat?

Or did you tell him after you finished?

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This sounds a bit like a gang fight, where the chief is called in to clean up the mess afterward.

This is just too much!

Zheng Xian tapped his fingers twice on the armrest of the chair, his knuckles turning white.

"Tell our deputy director," he said in a low, steady voice, but each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Have him come to me as soon as he gets back. I want to know some further details."

His face was somewhat cold, and his expression was unfriendly. He picked up the teacup on the table and tapped the lid lightly, making a crisp "ding-ding" sound, like some kind of dangerous countdown.

Although everyone is on the same page, no one likes a subordinate who acts without prior notice.

Do you know the saying in the military?

Follow orders and win battles.

If you do something underhanded, he'll just turn a blind eye and let it go.

But how could he not care about something this big?

What if the younger generation starts imitating it in a very serious manner?

Are we not going to do anything about it?

A brief silence fell over the office.

……

The weather sorcerer didn't dare to breathe, standing there with his neck hunched, like a primary school student being called to the teacher's office.

Then--

the phone is ringing.

Zheng Xian glanced at the caller ID, and the coldness on his face instantly vanished as if wiped away by an invisible hand, replaced by a standard, well-honed, and radiant smile that could almost be on the Spring Festival Gala.

His movements as he answered the phone were fluid and effortless, and the warmth in his voice jumped from below zero to thirty degrees Celsius.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Don't worry, Mr. Huang! Young Yu is incredibly reliable here! He's a true young hero!"

As Zheng Xian spoke, he nodded, as if the other person could see his expression through the phone line. "At such a young age, you've already successfully built a team and even defeated Sun Wukong from our mythology! That's amazing!"

I believe that given time, I'll definitely have to relinquish my position as bureau chief! Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of you!

At this moment, Zheng Xian looked just like a bureau chief in a detective drama calling the mayor, with a fawning smile on his face.

Just kidding. He got to where he is today not only because of his talent, but also because he has to be opportunistic and good at interpersonal relationships. Do you understand?

Regardless of how "genuine" his current stance may seem, let's just talk about whether he has successfully protected this country.

That's the real truth.

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Zheng Xian responded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes," "That's right," "You're absolutely right." When he hung up, a smile was still on his face, like a mask that had been forcibly stuck on.

He slowly put down the receiver and turned around.

Then, he saw Hanlu, who had been standing obediently at the office door.

The young man stood tall with his head slightly lowered, looking like he was obediently admitting his mistake.

But in those eyes, there was a certain certainty that said, "I knew you would call."

Zheng Xian looked at the person in front of him, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

The higher-ups have called, asking me to take good care of them.

They also mentioned that they were aware of the situation in Northeast China, and that Xiao Yu had reported it in advance and had successfully evacuated the surrounding residents and even sent troops to implement military control.

At the same time, it was also to guard against the Heavenly Hammer Venerable who was still frantically working on the Korean Peninsula.

So, from both a moral and logical standpoint, this matter is neither a huge issue nor a small one.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, they also reported it to the director of the Divine Spear Bureau.

However, Jung Hyun himself was too busy to read it, so he had to repost it later.

What can Jung Hyun say?

His gaze slowly shifted to the neatly stacked pile of documents in the corner of his desk.

Okay, this thing really exists.

Moreover, he seemed to vaguely recall something someone had sent him three days ago—

He wasn't in the office at the time; he just mentioned it casually and told the other person to leave it there.

And then... no more.

The document lay there quietly for three days, like a brick forgotten in a corner.

Jung Hyun's lips twitched slightly.

"Alright." He finally spoke, his anger largely subsided, replaced by a weary resignation. "Go. You lead the troops to get them used to the situation. As for that Sun Wukong, you handle him. But things haven't been peaceful in the west lately, as you should know. We need..."

He paused, then rubbed his temples.

"We need to be prepared."

Hanlu stood at attention, saluted, and turned to leave.

Zheng Xian sat alone in the huge office, looking at the door that had been closed again, and let out a long sigh.

His tone contained resentment, helplessness, anger, absurdity, and a hint of secret relief that even he himself was unaware of.

after all……

They really do have the Great Sage on their side.