The Tokusatsu Era: Starting with Orphnoch

Chapter 139 The Secret Cultivator

America, the Black Palace shrouded in night.

Inside the president's office in the America Power Center building, soft lighting illuminates the mountain of documents and folders piled on the desk.

President Trump was sitting in a spacious, comfortable chair, rubbing his temples with a slightly tired expression.

He had just finished a busy and stressful day of work and was about to get up and head to the lounge to rest for a bit.

Just then, there was a rapid knocking on the door.

Immediately afterwards, a secretary strode into the room and respectfully reported to the President: "Your Excellency, Director John of the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs requests an audience. Judging from his expression, the matter seems quite urgent!"

Upon hearing this news, the Special Envoy, who had already stood up and was about to step out the door, frowned instantly and showed obvious impatience on his face.

She grumbled irritably, "It's so late, don't you have any sense of time?"

"Is there anything that absolutely needs to be resolved tonight? Can't you wait until tomorrow morning to report it?"

However, despite this, Trump still stopped.

As if suddenly remembering some key information, he hesitated slightly, then changed his mind and said, "Never mind, since they made a special trip so late at night, they must have something important to do."

"Then let him in. I'll wait for him here!"

After receiving permission, the secretary quickly left the room to relay the order.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard approaching from afar.

Soon, a man looking flustered rushed into the presidential office.

This person is John, the director of the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs.

As soon as John entered, without even having time to greet or bow to the King, he quickly turned around, closed the door behind him tightly, and locked it from the inside.

This series of actions was so fast that just as Trump was about to reprimand him for his rash behavior, he was caught off guard.

But then he found John rushing up to him, handing him a thick file folder clutched tightly in his hand.

"Your Excellency, please take a look at this file! This is crucial intelligence obtained by our Bureau after conducting an in-depth investigation into the Texas Bank incident!"

"It contains a lot of extremely important and sensitive information that you must review in person!" John explained urgently, panting heavily.

Looking at John's anxious and undisguised demeanor, Trump couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt and curiosity.

He temporarily set aside his displeasure with John's rude behavior, reached out and took the heavy file folder, slowly opened the seal, and began to carefully read through the documents inside.

"WTF?! Are you sure everything in this file folder is genuine?" Trump stared wide-eyed at the file folder in his hand, his voice rising involuntarily, filled with astonishment and doubt.

He gripped the file folder in his hand, then stared intently at John in front of him, continuing to press, "Are you really sure this isn't a movie script written by that third-rate Hollywood screenwriter?"

The king's face darkened, and his facial muscles twitched slightly, clearly indicating that he had suffered a great shock.

John, however, responded with a serious expression and solemnity: "At first, I was also skeptical about it."

"But later, I used the bureau's advanced intelligence system to conduct a detailed comparison and verification, and the results showed that all the information contained therein was, without exception, genuine intelligence!"

Upon hearing this, Trump frowned and muttered under his breath, "If that's the case, then the one appearing at the Texas Bank is probably the Netherworld Demon mentioned here..."

As he spoke, Trump began pacing anxiously around the room, as if pondering a solution.

After a brief pause, Trump stopped, turned to John, and decisively gave the order: "Here's what we'll do. Go down and organize the men. Make sure to stay on high alert and keep a close watch on any Netherworld Demons that might show themselves."

"As for the rest, I will discuss it with the military in more detail."

John nodded without hesitation, indicating that he understood.

Without hesitation, John turned and strode away from the presidential office.

After all, as long as he can keep his position as director, what does it matter if the sky falls?

Anyway, someone of higher status will step in to take the blame; as the saying goes, it's better to avoid trouble.

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Meanwhile, in the editing space.

While Zhao Hong was meditating, he suddenly felt a large amount of energy points flowing into his body like a tide.

A slight smile played on his lips as he said with satisfaction, "It seems that Lu Fa has successfully awakened and has begun to take action!"

Then, as if lost in thought, he said, "Moreover, Lin Yao finally couldn't hold back any longer and showed up."

Now that the key pieces on both sides have been placed, it's time to expand further and make the board bigger!

After saying that, Zhao Hong waved his hands, and a series of dazzling energy beams intertwined and gradually condensed into the image of a young woman.

Subsequently, Zhao Hong rapidly transmitted a massive amount of meticulously prepared memory information into the woman's brain using a special method.

After completing this step, Zhao Hong raised his hand and took out three summoning devices of different shapes and several pieces of paper covered with some kind of mysterious and unknown words.

They then handed all the items to the woman.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Hong waved his arm, and a teleportation portal shining with a strange light instantly appeared before him.

The woman picked up the summoning device and the paper in her hand and walked straight toward the portal.

Just as the woman was about to step into the gate of light, Zhao Hong called out softly from behind, "From today onwards, you are the current esoteric practitioner—Yang Huanying! Remember your mission!"

As Zhao Hong finished speaking, the woman called Yang Huanying slowly murmured her name: "Yang... Huan...ying..."

With each word uttered, his previously dull and lifeless eyes would gain a brighter light.

When she finished pronouncing her name, she seemed to radiate a completely new vitality.

Finally, under Zhao Hong's watchful gaze, Yang Huanying passed through the teleportation portal, her figure instantly disappearing into the endless light.

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