The warm mist in the morning slowly dissipates in the sun.

"Ah!~"

A shrill scream broke the tranquility inside the "meteorite sinkhole".

After a moment, another scream woke up more and more people.

Screams were even more bursting, and they were out of control.

"What happened?"

Major Bamond, who rushed out of the tent, was still holding a pistol that had just completed the loading action.

"It's the Kakaya tribe, they're all crazy!"

Someone passed the message right away.

"What? Crazy? What happened? Did those mercenaries and Chinese people have any abnormal movements? If they dare to disobey, they will shoot and kill them on the spot!"

Major Bamond issued the order very decisively.

At present, people in the sinkhole are in panic, and the best way is to cut the mess quickly to stop the chaos by killing them. Any restraint will only make the situation worse and worse until it is out of control.

"The mercenaries and the Chinese are not moving. That, the Kakaya people's holy rock is gone!"

The soldier who reported the message pointed to the distance.

The giant rock that was originally standing in the middle of the sinkhole, which could be clearly seen at any location was completely gone, and it seemed very abrupt and empty.

"No, it's gone? How is that possible!"

Major Bamond looked in that direction and it was indeed gone.

It was a huge rock as big as a hill. It disappeared in just one night!!!

It's so damn it!

Not only the giant rocks, but even the temple on the top of the giant rocks was gone. Only a large pit of more than ten meters deep was left in the spot. There were more than a dozen temple warriors, a little girl and a winged snake flew around in panic.

"Kukurkan, don't run!"

The sleepy little girl touched her in a daze. She slowly opened her eyes, but found that she had completely changed her appearance around her. The temple disappeared and turned into a big pit.

But there are still people, and there are not many warrior uncles. They are lying in the bottom of the pit, and water even gushing out from the wet cracks of the rocks. In time, this big pit will sooner or later be filled with groundwater and become a small lake with pleasant scenery.

However, the Kakaya people who have been here for generations do not think so. Their holy rocks are gone, the temples are gone, the faith is almost collapsed, and the entire Kakaya tribe is collectively crazy.

The only thing that is thankful is that the young body of the feathered snake god, Kukurkan, is still there.

Fortunately, the Feather Snake God did not disappear with him, otherwise these natives would have almost thought of dying.

Even so, they still surrounded the big pit regardless of their concern, jumped and jumped, cried and howled, beat their chests, bowed, or rolled all over the ground, venting their violent spiritual excitement in various ways.

Li Bai, an expert on psychological intervention, was a pity that he was still sleeping in. He added a soundproof barrier to himself, and even if he threw a grenade, he would not be able to wake up.

Wake up by the sudden noisy, Shi Boxue rubbed his eyes and sat up from the straw mat.

Everyone's conditions were very simple, and the air-energized tent was considered good. They almost just had a straw shed roof without a bed, at most a roll of tattered mat, or a ragged piece borrowed by the Kakaya tribe.

Fortunately, Li Bai's "Dragon Scale" was in the market that night. The operation team was not disturbed by various insects, and the mosquitoes were even more afraid to fly over. They were still sleeping peacefully and peacefully. On the other side of the mountain spring and the mercenaries, there were some people covered in large and small bags, overlapping bags, their faces turned pale, their cheeks were sunken, and their expressions were dazed. They were obviously caught by some blood-sucking insects and almost got fucked by people.

The official army did not give these prisoners any special preferential treatment, such as the deworming potion and the rope incense commonly used by the Kakaya tribe, and there was no one.

People from Tianxia Academy have some gadgets with them, and some wizards can make the insects retreat by relying on their own body odor.

"That giant rock is gone!"

This shocking news instantly spread throughout the surveillance site of the operation team.

Everyone looked in amazement at the direction where the giant rock used to be.

Such a big stone, it disappeared in just one night, and it was simply bizarre and unbelievable.

With modern engineering, it is impossible to move it away within half a year.

Of course, it is not impossible to dig a hole, bury a few tons of high-energy explosives, blow it to pieces, and then transport it away bit by bit.

But when I looked at the scene, there was only a big pit left, and even a slightly larger stone was not left unless it flew away by itself.

This is a stone, not an interstellar warship. Even if it takes off, it cannot take off silently, right?

If the giant rock suddenly had an anti-gravity field and was rejected and pushed out by the earth's gravitational field, then the Kakaya people guarding the temple and the small winged snake suspected to be the feathered snake god were not only a few, but also not even a layer of oily skin was broken, and all of them were thrown out.

Unless the entire huge rock melts and disappears in one night, it is possible to disappear silently and leave the people above in place.

But...there is the question, the gems and gold collected by the Kakaya tribe from generation to generation have also disappeared.

The sinkhole did not calm down for a whole morning. Major Bamond's mouth forced a few bubbles to regain control of the situation. Even so, it exhausted him.

It would rather fight three thousand enemy troops in blood than clean up such a mess for a long time.

As for where the giant rocks of the Kakaya tribe have gone, Major Bamond, who is as big as a bucket, is not willing to think about it at all. If it is gone, it will be gone. He cannot eat, drink, and sell it for money. He can also empty the place and build a few more rooms, such as schools or hospitals, isn't it good?

For the government, the indigenous tribes like local households are all unwitting nail households. Not only are they unreasonable, but you can't do anything about them. Once economic development involves these indigenous people, then wait for chaos!

Suddenly, everyone's attention was attracted by the disappearance of Giant Rock. There were many different opinions and all kinds of speculations were available.

Li Bai eats what he should eat and drinks what he should drink, and he doesn't care at all about the disappearance of the Holy Rock of the Kakaya Tribe.

In the afternoon of the same day, a helicopter slowly landed on the forest clearing temporarily opened by the government army, bringing the Brazilian representative of the Interpol and a monk from the Chinese mainland.

The highest person in charge in the entire sinkhole, Major Bamond of the Special Operations Battalion, was personally received by him.

The other party is here to find someone, and the one he wants to see is not someone else, but Li Bai.

"Amitabha, I am from Qinglong Temple, with a Dharma name, fission!"

The monk who indicated that he wanted to meet Li Bai took the lead in introducing himself.

"Hello, Mr. Li, I am Eguchi Kief, I work in the Federal Police Department and also an Interpol Brazilian liaison."

The other one is Brazilian Japanese, who still retains the tradition of Japan. He bowed deeply at Li Bai, and his shiny Mediterranean head shone straight at Li Bai.

After the end of World War II, a large number of Japanese immigrated to Brazil without talking about family planning. To this day, the proportion of Japanese people in the national population is not low.

Most of the positions of Interpol are part-time jobs in vain, and very few are full-time. Representatives from various countries basically have formal positions in their own police circles. The main job is to contact and coordinate. If a certain country does not sell the Interpol account, Interpol still has no way.

In contrast, America is more like an international police officer, with a one-stop service for arrest, trial and execution.

"Hello, Mr. Eguchi, and the fission mage, your magic number is a bit special."

Li Bai owed a little, and always felt that the monk's Dharma name from China was not very serious.

Fission? Is it nuclear fission?

"Haha, that's right, the fission of the Miao Seng Dharma Name and the fission of nuclear fission are from Qinglong Temple!"

The white and tender fission monk wearing glasses smiled gently and emphasized his origin again.

"don't know!"

Li Bai only knew that nuclear fission was a bit scary and could make him ranked in the immortal class.

As for where Qinglong Temple came from, he had no idea.

If several action team leaders were here, they would probably be scared to kneel down on the spot when they heard the name of Qinglong Temple.

Just as Shi Boxue and the leader of the Tianxia Academy, one of the twelve heavenly stems of the former Jiuzhou Xuanxue Society, said, the 507th School sent an operation team to the scene, leaving a chance to reason. If he didn't want to reason and just wanted to kill people and destroy the family, then he would only change to another person.

Who is coming?

People from Qinglong Temple!

Once it is out, it will be too late to say anything.

This monk who looks like Tang Monk is the real backup plan that he does not intend to reason.

The fission monk from Qinglong Temple said to the Brazilian representative of Interpol Jiang Pinjiv with his hands together: "Mr. Eguchi, you first, I first?"

Li Bai's eyes turned around the two of them, and he understood a little.

The monks in Qinglong Temple and the Interpol are different.

Two people mean two things, but it’s a bit like a coincidence that they both came to find themselves.

Although Japanese people have Shintoism, many believe in Buddhism. Eguchi Kiyoshi also took the initiative to take a step back.

"Master, please!"

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Chapter completed!