Help! This savior is too stupid!

The fourth mysterious tide, a certain year.

A certain secret tomb is haunted...

Disaster level: world-destroying level...

Rescue in progress...

Disaster handler: Mie Tu.

Not long after Han Chan sent out a distress signal, an armored vehicle was urgently airdropped. The people sitting in the tank were all extraordinary people, so there was no need to worry about the shock wave.

During the descent, one of them even joked with interest,

"Secretary Huang, are you also on a field mission?"

Hearing this, the others cast curious glances. They had always thought that Secretary Huang was only responsible for clerical work and would not go on a field mission.

The man called Secretary Huang was a middle-aged man in his thirties, but the years seemed to have left no trace on him, and he was getting younger and younger.

In the past, Secretary Huang would not have taken up the conversation, because the mission was important.

This time was different.

Huang Mi explained, "Our mission this time is mainly to assist and record, and we don't need to directly participate in the battle."

"Is there such a good thing?!"

The man who spoke earlier whistled proudly, looked around, and said with a bit of excitement,

"I feel relieved with your words. When I saw these troublemakers, I thought something big had happened..."

In addition to Huang Mi, the people sitting in this armored vehicle are all world-famous troublemakers.

Although they work for the headquarters, they are all bad and evil, and they may rebel at any time.

Huang Mi did not correct him.

It is indeed a big deal.

There was a tricky secret tomb, which had reached the point of airdropping an armed helicopter. As usual, the problem was quickly solved after the armed helicopter was dropped.

The mutation occurred five minutes ago.

The armed helicopter directly contacted the headquarters in the name of Chilling and requested support.

This is the first and only time since the fourth mysterious tide.

Before this, many people speculated that the armed helicopter was Chilling, and it was the first time that real-name authentication could be performed.

However, the reason why Han Chan asked for help was particularly absurd—the secret tomb was haunted.

This is the era of ghosts. Not to mention the secret tomb, even walking on the street will be haunted. Some places have even begun to explore the possibility of harmonious coexistence between humans and ghosts...

According to common sense, such a thing should not alarm the headquarters, at least, not to the extent of dispatching Secretary Huang.

Secretary Huang knew very well that there was only one possibility for him to intervene in the field:

Han Chan was in danger of falling, and he needed to be on the front line at any time.

Han Chan asked for help, the deputy director provided support on the front line, and Secretary Huang intervened...

All the clues were indicating that this time it would not be simple.

As for the troublemakers in this armored vehicle?

They were not here to solve the trouble, they were the trouble themselves.

If the deputy director had problems in handling this disaster, the first thing to be solved would be these troublemakers.

Otherwise, once the headquarters lost the two major combat forces of the deputy director and the armed helicopter, these troublemakers would take the opportunity to cause trouble, and the situation would collapse instantly.

As for these guys in the armored vehicle...

Secretary Huang just glanced at them and recalled their files. According to what they had done over the years, four of them were sentenced to death and five were sentenced to suspended death sentences.

One car full of people, not enough to get a life sentence.

The armored vehicle trembled violently, and then landed smoothly. When the door opened, Secretary Huang saw a strange scene:

Beside the ruins, an armed helicopter was carrying a child eating instant noodles, and the deputy director was standing beside him.

Armored vehicles were constantly being airdropped to the battlefield above the secret tomb. It seemed that they were going to dig up the secret tomb.

However, the deputy director, who was supposed to deal with the disaster, did not make any move. He just stood beside the two people and watched them eat instant noodles quietly.

"Ha——"

The young man finished the soup, grabbed half a sausage from the child's bowl, and finally picked his teeth with a fork, looking up at the deputy director,

"Where is the ghost?"

The deputy director asked coldly, "What ghost?"

The young man rolled his eyes, "Didn't I say that the secret tomb is haunted!"

"What ghost?"

The young man pursed his lips, looked around, and had a bit of a sly look.

Secretary Huang knew that this guy's suspicious nature had not changed.

Without the deputy director's instructions, Secretary Huang began to organize people to investigate the surroundings, leaving room for the deputy director and others to talk.

The young man raised his hand, and a powerful and unreasonable field descended, isolating everything around, and no one could explore what was happening inside.

Until this moment, the young man became serious,

"I saw a ghost."

The deputy director frowned, "Speak to the point."

"A ghost that looks exactly like me."

The young man gave an answer that surprised the deputy director.

The deputy director still remained skeptical, "Your appearance is not a secret."

The young man emphasized, "Since I woke up, I have never taken off the mask!"

"Well, even if there is a ghost that looks exactly like you, what does that mean?"

The deputy director was puzzled, "At least thirty-two ghosts that can steal people's appearance have been discovered so far. He may have read your appearance in someone's memory and displayed it in front of you."

"I didn't rule out this possibility!"

The young man threw out the second important clue,

"He can actually see that I'm using counterfeit money!"

When it comes to this, the deputy director instantly gets angry, "You really can make counterfeit money!"

He has suspected Han Chan for a long time, but there has been no evidence!

"Ah, this..."

The young man argued, "I just learned it. Lao Gao, do you know that living people can also control the ghost sequence ability? There is a guy in the individual training camp who I am very optimistic about..."

"Don't change the subject."

The deputy director did not listen to the young man's nonsense and reiterated,

"A ghost that imitates your appearance and a ghost that can see through counterfeit money are not worth wasting my time."

The young man rolled his eyes, "Come on, Lao Gao, your time is the least valuable."

The deputy director asked again, "Why did you ask for help from the headquarters?"

"That guy... has the smell of a god."

The young man sighed and finally told the truth,

"He looks exactly like me and can see through the counterfeit money at a glance. I can't remember his appearance now. I only remember that the face is my face. This feeling is the same as that of a psychiatrist... and he also has traces of time on him..."

After listening to these words, the deputy director also fell silent.

Deputy Director, Psychologist, Han Chan...

Suddenly, such a ghost appeared, with three powerful figures. It is hard to imagine how strong such a being would be.

The deputy director raised his hand, "Anything else to add?"

The young man said dissatisfiedly, "Lao Gao, you are in such a hurry to leave, talk for two more minutes!"

The next moment, light overflowed from the fingertips, and time began to flow backwards...

Bang!

The armored vehicle fell to the ground, and Secretary Huang walked out of the car and saw a weird scene.

The deputy director turned his head and ordered, "All the ghost money this guy handed in will be registered as counterfeit money."

Han Chan, who was eating instant noodles, was anxious,

"You are slandering me!"

"When did I, Han Chan, use counterfeit money!"

The deputy director said coldly, "What's in your pocket?"

Han Chan was stunned for a moment, "This... this... Who put so many counterfeit money in my pocket, is this to harm me!"