The Tokusatsu Era: Starting with Orphnoch

Chapter 137 Garfield Energy Group

Meanwhile, nearly a hundred kilometers away in America, in the heart of New York State, atop the towering building of the Garfield Energy Corporation.

There was a secret room with walls made of an indestructible special alloy, and the walls shimmered with a faint and mysterious light.

In the center of the secret room stood a huge metal chair, towering high like a throne.

At that moment, a tall, middle-aged white man was sitting upright in that chair, frowning as he stared at a huge electronic screen in front of him.

As various complex data and images flashed on the electronic screen, these were the crucial messages that Bayobbi was ultimately sending back.

After reading it, the middle-aged white man's forehead veins bulged, and he kept cursing: "Damn it! This damned Lin Yao is like a leech that I can't get rid of."

"We're already on Earth, and it's still sticking to us like a ghost!"

"Bayobi, who had just been resurrected, didn't even have time to generate more negative energy before that guy killed him so easily!"

"Not only that, but now even his genetic code has been sealed by that damned Lin Yao! He's utterly despicable!"

The middle-aged white man who was furious and throwing a tantrum was the chairman of the entire Garfield Energy Group.

However, few people know that his seemingly normal body has already been possessed by a powerful being from an alien civilization—General Lufa.

After a while, Lufa finally calmed down the raging anger burning in his heart.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and began to ponder what strategy he should adopt next to continue to acquire enough negative energy to help him recover his former peak strength as soon as possible.

"Fortunately, Bayobbi managed to collect some usable negative energy before he died, otherwise I probably would have had to take matters into my own hands!" Lufa said with a frown, a hint of relief in his eyes.

At the same time, Lufa slowly reached into his robes and carefully took out a cone-shaped device that shimmered with a mysterious light.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Fa held the cone-shaped tool and began to rhythmically swing it in front of him.

Each swing was accompanied by a powerful energy fluctuation, and the surrounding air seemed to be stirred up and made restless by this force.

"Bakt, wake up quickly!" Lufa muttered, his deep and powerful voice booming like thunder in the secret room.

As Lu Fa uttered this low call, the ground in front of him suddenly began to tremble violently, and fine cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

Just then, an energy vortex radiating a dense purple aura appeared out of nowhere on the ground.

The vortex spun faster and faster, like a ferocious beast opening its blood-red maw, ready to devour everything.

In an instant, a bluish-purple figure appeared above the purple vortex.

Upon closer inspection, the figure was tall and robust, surrounded by a faint layer of purple energy.

In particular, it has two huge, downward-curving horns growing on both sides of its head, making it look exceptionally fierce and terrifying.

"Imperial Guard Legion, Purple Nether Squad - Bakt, pays his respects to the General!" A roar rang out, and Bakt's figure instantly leaped out from the purple vortex.

As soon as he appeared, he gave Lu Fa a standard military salute without hesitation and shouted respectfully.

Seeing that Bakt responded to the call so quickly and displayed excellent military bearing, Lufa nodded in satisfaction.

He then put away the cone-shaped instrument in his hand, turned around and sat back down in the high chair, looking down at Bucket and asking, "Alright, Bucket, there's no need for such formality."

"You must already know why I resurrected you!"

"Bakt will not fail the general's trust and will do his utmost to gather more negative energy for the general to use in his recovery!" Bakt knelt on one knee, clasped his hands and bowed his head, replying in a firm tone.

"Good! Very good! Go and prepare immediately. We will move out as soon as I give the order!" Lu Fa nodded in satisfaction, a look of relief on his face.

His sharp, eagle-like eyes were fixed on Bucket, as if trying to see right through him.

Then, Lufa gently waved his hand, signaling Bakt to step back.

Bucket understood immediately, stood up, and strode briskly toward the wall of the secret chamber.

Just as he was about to reach the wall, Lu Fa suddenly spoke up again: "By the way, if you encounter any armored warriors during this mission, do not act rashly."

"Please contact me immediately and await instructions. Under no circumstances should you act on your own!"

Upon hearing this, Buckt immediately stopped, turned around, and bowed respectfully to Lufa again, replying, "Yes, General! I will remember this!" With that, he turned back and continued walking towards the wall of the secret chamber.

With a flash, Bucket passed through the seemingly indestructible wall and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In the empty, secret room, only Lu Fa remained, sitting quietly on the high chair.

Then, Lu Fa slowly raised his head and looked at the black cloak hanging on the wall to one side.

There was no wind blowing in the entire secret room, but the cloak was fluttering slightly, the golden patterns embroidered on it appearing and disappearing, exuding a mysterious and majestic aura.

Lufa also stared at the cloak, his thoughts drifting away.

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Meanwhile, in America, inside the Black Palace.

Inside the spacious, bright, and luxuriously decorated presidential office, the tall President Trump was furious. He pointed his thick index finger directly at John, the director of America's Bureau of Abnormal Affairs, who was standing in front of him, and began to curse mercilessly, spitting as he did so.

"You brainless piece of trash! Who was it that confidently told me that the Orphnochs dared not show their faces again? Huh!"

Trump's eyes widened, as if spitting fire. "And the result? Look at what's happened now! Such a large-scale bloodshed has occurred in Texas!"

Faced with the president's angry rebuke, Director John lowered his head, his body trembling slightly involuntarily.

His face, which had been relatively calm, had turned deathly pale, and a fine layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

“Mr. President, please calm down…” Director John tried to explain, but was rudely interrupted by Trump before he could finish.

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down? Do you know how serious the consequences of this incident have been?"

"If this is not handled properly and promptly, my reputation will be severely damaged, especially in Texas, which is a crucial region for my re-election campaign!"

Enraged, the expert continued to roar, "I'm giving you three days to get to the bottom of this! Otherwise, you can forget about being the bureau chief and just go straight to jail!"

Upon hearing this, Director John's heart tightened. He quickly straightened up and nervously assured President Trump, "Yes, Your Excellency! I will personally supervise my men to do everything in my power to ensure that this matter is thoroughly investigated within three days! Please rest assured!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Director John, as if granted a pardon, quickly raised his sleeve and vigorously wiped the spittle that Trump had sprayed on his face, then turned and dashed out of the presidential office like a gust of wind.

Only the raging Trump remained standing there, hands on his hips, muttering curses under his breath.