147: The God of Death

"3, 2, 1... *Boom!*" At Willy's countdown, a small dispatch room near the airport erupted in a violent explosion!

The sound of the blast startled the soldiers who were training. Everyone turned to look toward the airport, where thick smoke was billowing into the sky. Then, a large group of soldiers rushed in that direction, eager to check out the situation.

People just love to gather around trouble, no matter if they are from the East or the West.

Willy stood in the doorway of a passage on the roof, watching as the crowd grew thinner. Following the system’s guidance, he instantly flashed into a nearby room. On the floor was a wooden plank with a one-meter square crack. Without hesitation, Willy smashed the lock and threw the plank aside, jumping into the room.

"Who’s there?" A woman holding a fork stood, warily facing the direction of the noise.

"Crescent Moon?" Willy called.

"Who... are you? And how do you speak NVMD's language?

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