Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 696: Masked Honors Day Holiday, Awarding Medals in the Night of Emotional Passion (Eghver. C

"That's right, it would be more practical to just give out bonuses directly." Tan Lang agreed.

The Masked Squad members, dressed in casual clothes, sat in the corner, but no one noticed.

They sat there quietly like ghosts, as if blending into the surrounding environment.

No one knows their true identities or why they are here.

These guys were pulled out of bed by Wang Mian early in the morning, saying that they were going to attend some kind of awarding ceremony.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Mian was generally reliable, they would have quit long ago.

You know, for these guys who have been walking on the edge of life and death for years,

Holidays are as precious as an oasis in the desert. I wish I could split every minute into two.

The Masked Team's original plan was to sleep until they woke up naturally, then find a quiet place and relax for a few days.

The results of it?

Now I have to get up early and run to such a crowded place to attend an awarding ceremony. It’s simply torture!

"Hey Wang Mian, are you sure you're not mistaken? Just to see a few little guys get medals."

"Is it worth mobilizing so many troops?" Qiangwei yawned and asked sleepily.

"That's right, I might as well go back and catch up on some sleep." Xuanwo also complained.

Wang Mian glared at them unhappily, "What do you know? The Night Squad that was awarded this time,

"These are not ordinary little guys. Their strength and potential far exceed their peers and deserve our attention."

"Tsk, you talk as if you know them very well." Qiangwei curled her lips, obviously disagreeing with Wang Mian's words.

"Hmph, you'll know when you see them." Wang smiled mysteriously and said no more.

At this moment, the door of the venue suddenly opened, and a solemn atmosphere instantly filled the air.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw seven figures wearing crimson cloaks slowly walking in.

Leading the group was none other than Lin Qiye, the captain of the Night Squad, and... Wu Hen.

The members of the Masked Team suddenly widened their eyes and showed surprised expressions on their faces.

"Oh my god, this aura... is something!" Xuanwo couldn't help but exclaimed.

"I didn't expect these little guys to change so much." Qiangwei said with some surprise.

"It seems that we are really old." Tianping sighed.

They originally thought that the Night Squad was just a few newcomers with good abilities.

But now it seems that they underestimated the potential of these younger generations.

The seven members of the Night Squad were like seven shining stars, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The powerful aura they exuded made everyone present feel an invisible pressure.

"How did they do it?" The members of the Masked Team were whispering and discussing with each other.

"It seems that they have experienced a lot over the years." Wang Mian said with emotion.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the seven members of the Night Squad walked to the front of the rostrum and stood in a neat row.

The awarding ceremony officially began.

The host passionately read out the achievements of the Night Squad and their contributions to the Demon Suppression Division.

"...Team Nightfall completed the 'Silent Place' incident and the 'Klein Corridor' incident, making great contributions to the Demon Suppression Division."

"After research and decision, we have awarded all members of Team Nightfall two Starry Sea Medals!"

As the host finished speaking, two "Star Sea" medals shining with brilliant light were awarded to Lin Qiye and Wu Hen respectively.

The applause from the audience was thunderous and lasted for a long time.

Wu Hen took the medal, but he was muttering in his heart: "How much can this thing sell for?"

His system always pops up and causes trouble at this time.

"Ding! Detected that the host has obtained the 'Star Ocean' medal, triggering a special mission: Sell the 'Star Ocean' medal to a black market merchant, reward: a mysterious skill book."

The corner of Wu Hen's mouth twitched. Does this system want him to lose his reputation in his later years?

"System, are you serious? This is the Star Sea Medal, a symbol of honor and merit. You want me to sell it to a black market merchant?"

"Ding! The host can choose to refuse, but will be punished for refusing the mission."

"What punishment?" Wu Hen asked vigilantly.

"Ding! Punishment: The chrysanthemums are withered and the ground is covered with wounds."

Wu Hen: “…”

He felt that he needed to have a good talk with this dishonest system.

After the awarding ceremony, the Masked Team prepared to go to the resort they had booked to enjoy their rare vacation.

"Hey, Wang Mian, where are we going next?" asked Qiangwei.

"Of course, go to a place with beautiful scenery and few people."

Wang Mian smiled mysteriously, "I have already arranged it."

"Tsk, still keeping us in suspense." Qiangwei curled her lips.

Just as they were about to leave, Wang Mian's cell phone suddenly rang.

He took out his cell phone, glanced at the caller ID, and his expression changed slightly.

"Hello, Commander Zuo." Wang Mian answered the phone.

"Wang Mian, where are you now?" A low voice came from the phone.

"We just finished the awarding ceremony and are preparing to go on vacation." Wang Mian replied.

"Cancel your vacation plans and come back immediately!" Commander Zuo's tone left no room for doubt.

"What happened?" Wang Mian asked with a frown.

"I'll tell you the details when you get back. Remember, this matter is very important, so you must return as soon as possible!"

After saying that, Commander Zuo hung up the phone.

Wang Mian looked at his phone with a gloomy expression, feeling vaguely uneasy.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Qiangwei asked.

Wang Mian shook his head and said, "Commander Zuo asked us to cancel our vacation plans and return immediately."

"What? Going back again?!" Whirlpool wailed.

"It seems that this vacation is going to be ruined again." Tianping sighed helplessly.

"Let's go."

Wang Mian took a deep breath and said, "I hope it's not a big deal."

The masked team turned around and left the venue, heading towards the Demon Suppression Bureau.

No one noticed that behind them, a pair of eyes were always watching them.

That was Lin Qiye.

He stood there, watching the Masked Team leave.

"Where are they going?" Lin Qiye muttered to himself.

Just then, Wu Hen walked over and bumped his shoulder with his elbow.

"What are you looking at? Everyone has gone far away." Wu Hen said with a smile.

"Nothing." Lin Qiye shook his head and suppressed the doubts in his heart.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back." Lin Qiye said.

"Go back? Why go back?" Wu Hen asked with a puzzled look.

Lin Qiye's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Going back... of course to do something meaningful."

Wu Hen looked at Lin Qiye's smile and suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Wait, don't tell me you have any bad ideas again?" Wu Hen asked vigilantly.

Lin Qiye patted his shoulder and smiled mysteriously.

"Don't worry, this incident will definitely be something you will never forget."

"Unforgettable?" Wu Hen's face turned pale in an instant.

He felt that he might be in trouble.

"Captain, where are we going now?" Wu Hen asked cautiously.

Lin Qiye did not answer, but just showed an unfathomable smile.

"You'll know when it arrives."

"Don't worry, this incident will definitely be something you will never forget."

Lin Qiye patted Wu Hen's shoulder with a mysterious tone, just like a big bad wolf luring a little white rabbit.

Wu Hen shrank his neck, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Captain, I suddenly feel a stomachache. Why don't we go back and rest?"

Lin Qiye put his arm around Wu Hen's shoulders and showed a "kind" smile on his face.

"No, you finally came out here, how can you just go back like this? I'll take you to a nice place!"

Wu Hen's heart skipped a beat. He knew Lin Qiye too well. There was definitely something bad behind that guy's smile!

Lin Qiye pulled Wu Hen and walked straight to the exit of the venue.

When passing by the members of the Masked Team, Lin Qiye raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

The members of the Masked Team also noticed them and cast meaningful glances at them.

There seemed to be a silent contest between the two teams.

After the awarding ceremony, the members of the Night Squad gathered outside the venue.

Baili Pangpang had sharp eyes and recognized the masked team in plain clothes not far away at a glance.

"Hey, isn't that the Masked Team? Why are they here too?"

Shen Qingzhu followed Baili Pangpang's gaze, but found that the masked team had disappeared.

"Huh? Where's that person? He was here just now."

"I guess he's going on vacation." An Qingyu said, "After all, it's a rare vacation, so he must want to relax."

"That's right." Everyone nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, in the airport terminal,

The members of the Masked Team were wearing colorful shirts and sunglasses, looking like they were on vacation and casually dressed.

"Hey Wang Mian, what are those two little guys doing now?"

Qiangwei crossed her legs, holding a glass of juice in her hand, looking relaxed and contented.

"I guess they are busy celebrating their awarding ceremony." Wang Mian said.

"Hmph, it would be better for us to just go on vacation comfortably." Xuanwo lay in the chair, wearing headphones and closing his eyes to rest.

"That's right. I don't know what they are thinking. They have a good vacation but insist on staying in the Demon Suppression Division." Tan Lang echoed.

"They are both weirder than each other." Tianping shook his head, expressing his confusion.

Just then, the boarding reminder sounded over the radio.

The members of the Masked Team stood up and prepared to board the plane.

"Oh, the economy class is so crowded." Qiangwei complained while struggling to stuff her luggage into the luggage rack.

"Just bear with it, it's our fault that we are poor." Xuanwo said helplessly.

"It would be great if I could enjoy first-class treatment like Lin Qiye and Wu Hen." Tan Lang said with envy.

Just as the plane was about to take off, Wang Mian's cell phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, his eyes fixed, and answered the phone in a serious tone: "Hello, Commander Zuo..."