Juan Joe was a very special person since he was a child. He seemed to have some special ability to premonition the danger. With this ability, he turned bad luck into good fortune many times and survived in the chaotic Mexico until now he became a very powerful person. This ability made him called the person who was attached to God within his own sphere of influence, and also had a group of down-to-earth believers. These believers made his power structure very stable, which made other local forces envious.

Today, Juan is one of many local armed forces in Mexico, and his sphere of influence is mainly in Tamaulipas. Although he was only an ordinary businessman there, from high-ranking government officials to ordinary soldiers, all of them were his people. Without him, no such decree was implemented by the United States Government. This time he took the risk of leaving his sphere of influence and heading to Mexico, mainly because he was invited to form a political party with other local forces in Mexico that could control the entire United States of Mexico.

Originally, according to his original intention, he was never willing to leave Tamaulipas, but his premonition took effect again, reminding him that this trip was an opportunity to move forward to a more successful one. Out of trust in his abilities, he allowed his most loyal believers and subordinates to stay in Tamaulipas, and he led 500 people to secretly leave the station. He rushed from the uninhabited mountain road to the given place of response.

"How many days will we have? Diego!" Juan sat by the fire, flipping the hare roasted on the fire, looked up and asked the officer beside him who was camping under the command. After years of pampering, his strong body was covered with a pile of compost. His journey of crossing mountains and ridges for days made him feel very tired, and his mood naturally couldn't be better.

"It will take two days, my master!" the officer replied in a cold tone.

Juan was not at all displeased with the tone of his confidant. He was not the kind of person who focused on superficial honor. He paid more attention to the actual center, and he had no doubt about the center of Diego. He tore half of the roasted hare and smeared the sauce to the officer, and then said seriously: "Please be careful at night, something is wrong today."

Diego has followed Juan for many years and has always been a close confidant. Naturally, he knows and knows very well that Juan has a unique ability. After hearing Juan’s reminder, he immediately gave a few instructions to his subordinates, set up some defense measures around the camp, and then asked: "Are they those guys? They want to lead us over, and then..."

Juan shook his head and said, "It's not them, they won't be that stupid. If they do, then the United States will be over! I think it should be that guy Miguel, who probably guessed that I would go to Mexico and follow us all the way. Don't forget that guy Miguel has a subordinate named Wasteland Jackal, and I should be the leader of him this time."

"Wilderness Jackal? I've heard of the treacherous behavior. Leave him to me! I will let him disappear." Diego ate the rabbit meat in his hand in a few bites, wiped his hands, stood up, pointed to several teams of people, handed over the camp defense to the adjutant, and then disappeared into the dark outside the camp with his men.

Juan was very relieved to Diego. There was nothing that Diego promised for so many years. He could sleep peacefully tonight and no longer be bothered by the strong premonition of danger in his mind. He was tired and had no intention of sitting down for a long time. After eating two bites of food, he chatted with the soldiers around him as usual, and then he entered the tent to rest.

Because his body was so tired, Juan did not take long to fall asleep. Although he was awakened once due to the gunshots in the distance, the gunshots quickly subsided, and followed Diego's subordinates and rushed back to the camp with some corpses, telling him that each of them had enemies that had been wiped out, so that he could rest with peace of mind.

Juan felt that the premonition of danger in his mind had disappeared, and he relaxed and fell asleep again. He originally thought he would sleep until dawn. But soon he was awakened by a strong feeling in his mind. This feeling he had also appeared before he went to meet an ancient Inca wizard with mysterious power, but this time the feeling was tens of millions of times stronger than the last time, so strong that he felt that he would meet a supreme god.

In response to this feeling, Juan walked out of the tent. He felt that his body seemed to be very light, and he walked as if he was floating. When he walked out of the camp, he was surprised to find that there was no one in the camp, leaving only a burning fire and an empty tent. He was supposed to be panicked by this abnormality, but he had no feelings about it, as if everything was natural. The only strong feeling he cared about now, and his identity could not help but obey the feeling of obedience, and gradually walked out of the camp and into the dark desert.

Although he was walking alone in the dark, Juan was not afraid. Instead, he was very accustomed to this darkness. Especially when some white mist that recognized the faint light appeared from time to time in the dark wasteland, he felt an unprecedented intense excitement, and even had the urge to pounce on it and eat the white mist. However, he did not act according to his impulse, because he had a strong sense of danger, and felt that if he swallowed the white mist, it would turn into a white mist... He kept avoiding the white mist drifting back and forth. Finally, he came to a mound, and the place that caused his strong feeling was on the other side of the mound.

At this moment, a strong light like the sun suddenly burst out behind the mound. The whole sky was illuminated by this strong light, and the darkness of the wasteland was forced to break away by the light, and the white mist dissipated instantly after touching the white light. The mound in front of Juan seemed to be non-existent, which could not stop the penetration of the light, and a large amount of light shone on him. However, he did not dissipate like the white mist, but instead felt a comfortable feeling that made him extremely relaxed, just like he was in the arms of his mother when he was young. At the same time, he also felt that these white lights made some unknown power stronger in his body.

However, this warm white light did not last long, and was soon replaced by a huge pressure that made people feel heartbroken. This pressure made Juan feel like there were countless sharp blades filling the entire world, and the entire sky could be cut into pieces by this pressure at any time.

Just when Juan thought he would be crushed by this pressure, the pressure suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, everything around him returned to calm, and the difference between him was that there was less white fog. Juan's strong curiosity suppressed the shock and fear that had just arisen, and drove his body to run up the mound quickly, trying to see what was going on. However, the scene imprinted into his eyes surprised him even more than the light and power just now, because under the mound in front of him, a dark hole appeared as if the entrance of hell, and a god-man emitting countless sharp blades was floating above the hole.

Juan's appearance immediately alarmed the god man. He looked at Juan, with no emotion in his eyes, as if everything was dead in his eyes. At the same time, he said in a language he seemed to have heard: "Atlantis? It seems that I have returned to the world!"
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