Number One Dungeon Supplier

(Sounds ironic but he was already the first one to get out of it.)

The female agent then realised that they were indeed complying with the rules that the Italian national intelligence agents had been giving. The respect that they had given to the authorities was way more than they deserved. If they could disappear just like this without a sound, they were more than capable of killing the female agent supposed under her watch with a snap of a finger.

"Maybe they did not even need to move their finger at all…" The female agent shuddered at the thought of losing her life in an instant but at the same time had no choice but to report to her boss that they had gone missing.

"But before you have mistaken them for running away, the Prime Minister had tasked them to save the people within that 10 kilometre radius bullshit that you guys have been dealing with." The female agent reported.

However, before the commanding agent could reply, he realised that his environment started to change drastically. The blurry night skies filled with city lights and alarms blaring throughout the entire district were all gone.

All he could feel was that he had been teleported into a dimensional instance or that was what he thought since he had been quite a few even though dungeon instances were not exactly very popular among the Westerners. It was more of a cultivator kind of thing but that did not stop the senior agent from trying it out.

Yet at the same time, it did not feel like it. The feeling of being a dimensional instance had a sense of fakeness and yet this atmosphere was breathable. In fact way more breathable than he could remember. There was no taste of gasoline running idly in the air nor there were that city stench that remained after a series of heavy rain.

He noticed that the cars were also teleported but subsequently, he understood that anything that the unconscious humans were touching had been \'teleported\' into the dimensional instance as well. This included buildings without walls but the essential structures to keep the building standing.

And if there were unconscious people leaning on those walls, those portions existed to prevent them from falling. In short, this entire dimensional instance was the scale of the 10 kilometre dimensional instance with only foundational portions of buildings standing so that rescue workers could reach them easily.

His team was confused by the change and only the senior agent knew what was exactly happening. In that short time when he left Jin and the group in the safe house, his credentials had already allowed him to know who that mysterious powerful cultivator was.

Unsurprisingly to him, he found Jin to be a rather famous dungeon supplier in China. It was so popular in recent months that even Western Media who had been to his dungeon supplier store raved the possibility of a return to their shops. It was to the point that the senior agent was somewhat curious about what it would look like.

And here, he got a glimpse of it. Huge Panda Workers dressed in all yellow, blue and white uniforms separately aiding different causalities. Those rescue workers who were tasked to do their job were stunned for a moment until a loud PA speaker system had been broadcast through the dimensional instance. (in Italian, of course)

"To all current rescue workers including those volunteers, please take note that there are Pandas coming to aid with the rescue. Makeshift medical camps had already been established at certain points with a bright red flag that stands 20 metres tall. You cannot miss it."

"Blue uniformed Pandas are trained paramedics while the white ones would be doing the more of urgent rescues, the blue ones are aiding the tagging. The Yellow uniforms are firefighters with heavy tools equipped. Just shout out.

Yes just shout out who you need and the Uniformed Pandas would be on their way to your side." The PA speakers stated and it so happened that the senior agent and his team were trying to ply a group of supposed family members out from a car that crashed into a tree.

Thus, he shouted and a team of yellow uniformed Pandas were seen rushing to their side. Within five seconds of analysing the situation of the car and they already brought out the heavy equipment. Electric chainsaws and clampers were used with haste and professionally while a blue paramedic Panda came.

The car had crashed sideways upon hitting the tree, causing the tree to drop onto the roof, blocking the standard removal of the car side door.

At first, the agent and his team wonder why the tree was teleported with the car when they could have just teleported the car into the dimensional instance and they have an easier time removing it. Only when upon closer inspection, the agent and his team realised that the tree had splintered and a piece of its trunk had stuck into the dad\'s chest.

Yet because most of them were unconscious, the victim\'s body was not in a flight or fight response.

The slow heart rate allowed the bleeding to not be so drastic which was a boon as the father might potentially be rescued. Not only that, the System had already identified that this was a situation where time needed to be slowed down at certain areas of the dimensional instances. So, time dilation of the specific area also played a part in keeping the victims alive.

Of course, the System did not immediately recognise this until the Panda Firefighters called it out.

After all, it was processing each and every single human being within the ten kilometre radius. As they were trying their best to remove the tree splinter away from the tree, the blue uniformed Panda came and knowing that its size would not be able to aid in any way, it literally transformed into a baby panda and asked its fellow firefighter colleague to break the glass.

With the glass broken, it squeezed into the car to perform emergency triage to the victims. Aside from the father and the mother, the children sitting behind them had no issues. The mother had a crushed leg and if they were not careful, the crushed injury might have crush syndromes and cause a shock to the body.

This was because the prolonged compression of the skeletal tissues caused systematic manifestation of muscle necrosis. If they did not handle it properly, or allow some pressure to be released with a bit of blood letting, the mother might passed away of renal failure from the shock from the quick release of the crush syndrome.

That was where the baby panda paramedic screeched loudly and the human team attempting to rescue them saw another group of white scrubs panda rushing with a stretcher and other miscellaneous equipment.

It did not take long to realise that the mother might be in a worse condition than the father as the Paramedic had already temporarily closed the wound by fusing the wood and the skin with some sort of glue like gel. When pressed for more information by the human team, the pandas stated that the splinter was superficial, as the rib cage had managed to block it from entering it too deeply.

So, while there might be a possible puncture of the left lung, the heart was safe and his right lung was still working perfectly fine.

The Pandas told the human team to relax or if they wanted to, help other people as they had managed to take the situation under control. To the agent and his team\'s understanding, everyone within the 10 kilometre was been aided in such similar ways too. That was because the rest of the volunteers were also reporting back to the senior agent and he was able to comprehend the full picture.

"Looks like we could take a short breather, knowing that the entire 10 kilometres had been serviced by these cute looking Pandas." The agent said and his team nodded their heads, feeling relieved as compared to the pressure that they had for wanting to rescue with such little manpower.

"Sir, it seems we really have to pay the dungeon supplier in China a visit." One of his team members joked and the senior agent shook his head.

"From some insider information, we might be the first country in the West to get his store expansion."

"Well, I hope that is correct because if he can do such a crazy dimensional instance, I really wondered how packed his gaming side would be. I envy the cultivators."

"So, do I. So do I." The senior agent nodded his head.