According to the weekly news from Agence France-Presse Entertainment: The queen of the music world, Julia Menard, is desperate to regain control of "A Chinese Ghost Story," risking everything in the process. She holds multiple roles and it remains to be seen if she can continue her legendary career in the unfamiliar world of film. With the leader of the entertainment newspaper making a statement, countless tabloids immediately followed suit, dredging up news related to Julia Menard. "According to insiders, Julia Menard's rumored boyfriend is said to be a high school classmate, currently attending Hero City Jazz High School, and is the son of a certain senator..." "Based on the rumors circulating from the Second World, a person with the code name 'Mad' has been reported to bear a striking resemblance to Julia Menard's rumored boyfriend when comparing their silhouettes and side profile photos, raising suspicion that the two may be one and the same." "Julia Menard should just focus on her singing, risking everything to enter the unfamiliar world of film is undoubtedly an act of self-destruction!" Nearly all the tabloids directed their attacks at Julia Menard, focusing on various individuals and their mysterious identities, comparable to Julia Menard's enigmatic rumored boyfriend. Ultimately, the more sensational the story, the better.
Infuriated, Julia Menard threw a stack of newspapers out of her armored RV. Following the incident with Mark Smith, she had become ruthless, spending twenty million to acquire "A Chinese Ghost Story" and investing another forty million to bring the setting from the Second World into reality. Filming in the wilderness, she had to be on guard at all times against extraterrestrial creatures or the occasional zombie, which is why she specifically hired federal soldiers she had met while filming music videos for "Tragic" and "Blood Red" to protect her.
Major General and Commander of the 2nd Special Forces Brigade, Hans Hunter, was one of the leaders of the grassroots of the Federal Army, now thirty-two years old and still unmarried, a super-rich bachelor. A dignified and handsome figure in his smart green military uniform, he sat in the armored RV, watching Julia Menard throw a tantrum like a little sister. He took off his sunglasses, exuding an air of maturity that no woman could resist, and looked at her with a helpless expression, saying, "What's wrong with getting these nonsensical tabloids to write about you? Sit down! You now bear the heavy responsibility of the entire crew. If you get sick from being angry, the film might not be released on time, and my brother will blame me!"
Clad in a white ancient costume, with a maid-style bun on her head, Julia Menard looked natural and unadorned, lacking the enchanting allure of Nie Xiaoqian in "A Chinese Ghost Story," but possessing a pure and graceful charm that exuded an air of sanctity. If there truly were fairies in this world, Julia Menard's natural aura would be that of a fallen fairy.
As she gazed at Hans Hunter's mature and handsome face, Julia Menard sat back, revealing her long, beautiful legs, fair as snow and flawless. Suddenly, she felt a flutter in her heart. Hans Hunter's face gradually became somewhat blurry and immature. She gently tapped her forehead with her slender, tired fingers, realizing that she could only be so free and uninhibited in front of these older brothers. "I now realize how difficult it is to coordinate a film crew. The scenery in the wilderness is much more beautiful and wonderful than the Second World. It will surely look great in the film, but it's just too dangerous. Hans, I appreciate your help."
"What trouble? My men are a bunch of unruly soldiers. It's a good opportunity for them to come out to the wilderness to train and let off steam, so they don't cause trouble in the city!"
Hans Hunter had a military air about him when he spoke, rough and straightforward. "In any case, Hunter, I appreciate your hard work!" Julia Menard suddenly bowed to Hans Hunter, revealing a generous portion of her exposed chest in her loose ancient costume, causing Hans Hunter to feel hot all over. Hastily, he stood up and waved his hands, saying, "What are you doing? Just helping out, that's all. If I retire from the military one day and can't find a job, I'll need to ask for help from a big star like you!"
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Hans Hunter quickly waved his hand, feeling uneasy after that brief, alluring glance, wondering why he, who had encountered all sorts of women, was having such a strong reaction to just a glimpse of cleavage. Perhaps it was due to a lack of contact with women for a long time.
Before Julia Menard could respond, Hans Hunter loudly shouted, "Hunt Hunter! Are you deaf? You're eighteen years old and still a nobody. Where have you been in the middle of the day? If I die in battle one day, let's see how you'll survive!"
Hunt Hunter, whom Hans Hunter had raised single-handedly, had been forced by Hans Hunter to join the Federal Army after completing high school. However, he was open-minded and quickly developed a fondness for firearms. He had even adopted the pseudonym "Hunt" in the Second World. His current favorite pastime was watching videos of the sharpshooter "Mad," even though they only occasionally showed glimpses of his silhouette and profile. Upon hearing his brother's shout, Hunt Hunter, as a guard by Hans Hunter's side, did not dare to disobey orders and quickly stowed his phone away, as he had not yet uploaded the video into the Second World and couldn't risk damaging it.
Hunt Hunter jogged to the front of the armored RV and saluted Hans Hunter, saying, "Reporting, sir! Private Hunt Hunter reporting for duty! Do you have any orders?"
"At ease! Hmm... not bad, you reacted quickly, only took fifteen seconds to get into position. That's enough! You're dismissed, just stand here! Attention, stand at ease!" Hans Hunter nodded and returned the salute, instructing Hunt Hunter to stand at ease before walking towards the open tent area.
"Assemble!" This time, Hans Hunter led a special force of two hundred and fifty people out of the city, all armed with federal special weapons. Upon hearing Hans Hunter's command, the resting soldiers immediately leaped to their feet, quickly gathering here. Though they were only ordinary combat soldiers, with the highest rank being lieutenant, their fearless spirit could bridge the gap if they encountered a higher-ranked combat soldier.
The assembly of two hundred soldiers exuded the presence of a massive army, quickly forming into square formations, as sharp and precise as if they had been carved from tofu, immediately startling the countless beasts or zombies lurking in the woods with ill intentions.
Barrett Walker had been in the wilderness for seven or eight days, and his oversized hospital gown had long been torn to shreds during his escape and combat operations. He had decided to go naked, but to prevent exposure to nuclear radiation and the direct sunlight that lacked ozone absorption, he dared not expose himself for too long, despite his genes adapting to such harsh conditions. He had covered himself in mud as he walked through the forest.
Barrett Walker was surprised to realize that he had gotten lost. Looking at the scorching sun directly overhead through the dense forest, he dared not look directly at it and instead felt for the energy crystals—one hot and one cold—hanging from his waist, taken from the Twin-Headed Warhammer. A wave of coldness spread through his hands. These items were invaluable, and he finally understood why the Federation allowed the existence of hunters. The bodies of these creatures were truly useful!
However, the thought of encountering such high-powered monsters in reality made Barrett Walker shiver. He had almost lost his life because of these two energy crystals—one hot and one cold.
After wandering for five days without encountering anything, not a single legendary beast or zombie that he had heard of, Barrett Walker suspected that the areas closer to human settlements had already been cleared out. But when he saw the Twin-Headed Warhammer, which he had only seen in the Second World, Barrett Walker couldn't contain his excitement. He had become too arrogant and had treated it as an easy target. From a distance of over a thousand meters, Barrett Walker hid among the rocks and took a shot at the Twin-Headed Warhammer in the middle of its meal. Barrett Walker thought that even if he missed, he would startle the creature, and with over a kilometer of distance, he would easily be able to kill it. The first shot hit, breaking the Twin-Headed Warhammer's leg. Despite being the size of a large dog, it was surprisingly fast. Despite having lost a leg, it clung to the struggling human and flapped its wings, flying over a hundred meters, with leaves fluttering in the air. Barrett Walker panicked, unable to adjust his breathing, and missed again amidst the chaos of the falling leaves.
Barrett Walker was upset after missing his target once more. He had been too distracted by the swirling leaves, causing him to miss his mark. He was under the impression that if he missed, he could scare the creature away, but unfortunately, he missed again.