"Are you back?" Chen Hong took off the experimental gas mask on his face and asked, "How is it?"

Chen Yan didn't answer, she shook the box in her hand.

Chen Hong smiled, "It's so easy, have you met anyone?" He looked at Wang Chong, "Xiao Chong, how do you feel?"

"I ......" Wang Chong was just about to open his mouth when Chen Yan snatched the words, "Brother, people don't call Wang Chong now, they call them Pharaoh King." ”

"Pharaoh ......," Chen Hong looked Wang Chong up and down, "It's quite suitable." ”

Wang Chongchao rolled his eyes at Chen Yan. He felt that this was going to become a stumbling block in the future - a few years later, he Wang Chong was already the backbone of the base, heroic and vigorous, and when he returned from the mission, there would be a few juniors next to him who would discuss: "I heard that the Pharaoh's code name was given by himself." "(This was originally a monogram of onomatopoeia results review system directly garbled up, I tried it several times and I can only be sorry, everyone imagine it for themselves), shameless ......"

Wang Chong wanted to take off the bandage and throw it in their faces on the spot, saying, wait a minute, it will take time to take off the bandages - okay, after taking it off, throw it in their faces, and say, "Do you see Lao Tzu has a face?"

"The box was empty. Wang Chong was still planning how to answer the shameless question when he heard Chen Hong's serious voice.

"Damn. Chen Yan scolded in a low voice. Of course, she could think that it was the stinky jeans that did the tricks that tricked her and Wang Chong.

"Is that the boy?" asked Chen Hong. He was still closely monitoring the East Station platform from the base. However, what made him suspicious was that he didn't see the boy doing anything on the box, could it be that the person with tentacles on his shoulders like Ah Yi put it on the iron shelf, which was originally an empty box?

Chen Yan nodded, "If I knew he was playing with us, I would have shot ......" She didn't continue.

Chen Hong frowned. He didn't know why the man had put the box on the iron shelf, his previous explanation was that the man would trade with another person, and the place of the transaction was chosen as the sparsely populated East Station, and the location was an inconspicuous iron shelf on the platform - no one would pay attention to an inconspicuous iron box on an inconspicuous iron shelf. But if the box is empty, there is no need for the two parties making the secret transaction to do more, so that person must already know that the East Station is being monitored, and even know the identity of the actual watchman. If this is the case, the situation may be more serious.

What makes him even more uneasy is that if the other party has already controlled his relevant information, but has not made a move to the base, but has played such a trick provocatively, it can only show that the other party does not seem to take him seriously. What was the origin of this man with tentacles on his back like Ah Yi? Before that, he even thought that the jackal water was part of the cause of Ah Yi's mutation, although judging by the circumstances at the time, it was more likely that some alien species had planted some kind of parasite on Ah Yi. However, he was unwilling to take any chances, so he interrupted his research on the jackal waters, sealing all the artifacts and preparing them for destruction - his research was only aimed at the enemy, and he did not want any ordinary people to be involved. A Yi has already died.

Now, however, it seems that the parasite conjecture is more accurate. The person who planted the parasite on Ah Yi not only found Ah Yi, but also the person in the video, and it is even certain that there are more than two ordinary people who are parasitized. No matter what that person is plotting to involve ordinary people, it shows that he is ignoring the powerful power of ZF - even if he Chen Hong, he is only secretly building a base, covering up research facts in the name of a professor, and recruiting doctoral students. Every Ph.D. who is going to become a researcher at the base has to be interviewed in person to ensure that the other party has sufficient confidentiality awareness. Until now, no researcher has leaked the news of the base, and Chen Hong doesn't know whether it should be attributed to his ability to recognize people or luck. Or to put it another way, these people themselves are fully aware of what they are doing, they are simply dedicating themselves to it.

So if that person dares to ignore the energy of ZF, he must have a larger and more dangerous force. Either that, like a terrorist in a suicide attack, is a true lunatic.

Could it be that boy? Chen Hong didn't think so. No behind-the-scenes manipulator will take the initiative to expose himself to the stage, and he can clearly see the actions between this boy and Chen Yan and Wang Chong in the base - the desire to perform is so strong, I am afraid that he is also a child who is not deeply involved in the world.

But no matter who the boy is, the first priority is to figure out who he is.

"Xiao Chen, you have to find out his identity. Chen Hong turned to Wang Chong, "Xiao ...... Pharaoh, you don't have to go. ”

"It doesn't have to be called Pharaoh, I'll just say it!" Wang Chong protested, he heard the name a little awkwardly, "And why can't I go?"

Chen Yan interjected, "Because you're too vegetable." Do you understand? It's just a shame to kick someone and knock yourself down. ”

Wang Chong's face flushed. It seems really humiliating to think about it.

"Pharaoh, you can continue training in the next few days," Chen Hong said. He was also shocked by Wang Chong in the video, although his cousin's words were hurtful, they were the truth after all, "I let the Messiah teach you martial arts." ”

"Messiah?" Wang Chong was startled. Messiah?Fighting?Let's not talk about whether she is ruthless or not, he can't bear her mechanical arm alone. And what if a punch hits Wang Chong and he doesn't hold back, and directly collapses the cannon in the barrel? Can this pile of torn bandages be blocked? Even if it can be blocked, a bullet is two tons of stones on his body, how much is a cannonball? Twenty tons or two hundred tons...... "Okay!"

The words "good" contain excitement and happiness, which shocked Wang Chong himself.

Chen Yan pursed her lips, she could see that Wang Chong's kid was starting to be a little interesting to the Messiah, but could the Messiah's character have results? From the time her cousin picked her up, until the Messiah's car accident, she had never seen the Messiah crying, and although they grew up together, she had never seen the Messiah play with the toys that her cousin bought her. Since childhood, the Messiah has had only one expression, and that is the absence of expression. In Chen Yan's view, the only change that the car accident seemed to have changed for the Messiah was a change of arms, and her expression remained the same. Chen Yan couldn't imagine what the pain that accompanied her every breath would be like, and she couldn't understand what kind of change it would bring to the Messiah. The Messiah never took the initiative to express his emotions, which was the case before the car accident, and there was no chance after the car accident.

"Pharaoh be ready to be sad. When she walked past Wang Chong, Chen Yan chuckled in a low voice.

//

"The warning from the Ministry of Public Security," the bespectacled young man picked up an email from the fax machine and roughly skimmed through the contents, "Guangdong and Fujian have been killed one after another. ”

"Our people did it?" Hou Tu took his eyes off the screen of his phone.

"It's not. The public security departments of Guangdong and Fujian provinces did not receive any prior contact, and some of the bodies died violently at home, so there was no on-site treatment at all. ”

"Is it possible that it was just an ordinary murder?" asked Houtu.

"Probably not," said the young man, placing a pile of materials in front of the Houtu case. In just over three minutes after receiving the fax, he had already coded nearly 100 lines of code and crawled the relevant information. "This man, 'Housie', has been recorded in our database, and his ability is to isolate the air field, and he is classified as a Type C xenomorph. ”

"Type C?" Houtu frowned. As one of the eight main members of the Chinese Society, his ability is only Bi Xing, according to Zhu Long, this is still based on his face as a member of the Chinese Society, that is, he is not much better than this man named Hu Xi.

Houtu looked at the photo of the man on the information and carefully removed the color. The man's frontal bones and stork bones are high, and the black-and-white photos look well-shadowed and appear to have sunken eye sockets.

"You say his ability is air field isolation?" asked Houtu, "What's that?"

"In short, when the body senses danger, it gathers air around the body to form a convective field to block the danger. ”

"That is to say, if it were just an ordinary perpetrator, it would be impossible for this man named Houshi to die like this. ”

"Yes. Moreover, his ability was classified as defensive by the Candle Dragon senior, so he was not among our targets. A passive defensive xenomorph is classified as Type C, and I think the killer is at least Type Bi and above. ”

"What?" Houtu gasped. The fact that the murderer is at least Bi type or above means that if he fights the murderer alone, he will also die a tragic death at his hands.

"This kind of thing, only Xuanniao can't get out. Houtu said. He didn't notice a slight tremor in his voice.

"Xuanniao can't count on it. A man's voice came from the door. The man was in his mid-thirties, with neck-length hair, a loose shirt, and a dragon's sashimi on his left arm.

"Xingtian?" said Houtu, "You're done painting?"

Xingtian spread his hands, "Emergencies, don't care about painting." ”

As one of the eight members of the Chinese Society, Xing Tian loved to draw, and in addition to his duties as the defender of the organization, he spent all his time drawing. Everyone ridiculed Xingtian as an artist in the alien species, saying that cutting off a head and squirting out were all inspiration. ("The Classic of Mountains and Seas: Overseas Western Classics" records: "Xingtian and the emperor fought for God here, and the emperor cut off his head and buried it in the mountain of Changyang, with milk as the eye, the umbilicus as the mouth, and the and Qi dance.") Of course, Xingtian is different from Lu Wu and Qi Qi, he does not have the ability to transform, as an alien who has inherited the power of Xingtian's ancient gods, his ability is really a bit chicken: amplify divine consciousness. According to Buddhism, the divine consciousness refers to the mind and the eight consciousnesses of all beings, and the eight consciousnesses refer to the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, mana, and alayya, which means that the sensory experience is magnified several times. Ordinary people can only see more than a kilometer, but Xingtian can see things more than ten kilometers away. The same is true for ears, noses, etc. Hou Tu even often wondered if the incomprehensible paintings painted by Xingtian were the sensory experiences brought about by this supernormal divine consciousness.

Xingtian is not a combat-type xenomorph, so he and Houtu are in charge of stationing at the headquarters of the Chinese Society. But no one dared to underestimate Xingtian's combat ability because of this, and before inheriting the power of Xingtian's ancient gods, Xingtian undertook the task of carrying out tasks in the Ministry of State Security. The Ministry of National Security is nominally the department in charge of national security, but in fact it is a branch of the Ministry of National Investigation (originally the original name in English, and the same problem, see where the author says). The IAC is one of the world's top five intelligence agencies, along with the CIA, MI6, the KGB of Russia, and the Mossad of Israel. After Xingtian joined the Chinese Society, everyone suspected that he was an undercover agent sent by the Ministry of State Security, but Xingtian painted every day except for work, and he couldn't see any "once an agent" at all.

Of course, if the Ministry of State Security really wants to control the Chinese Language Society, there is no need to send any undercover agents at all. The mission of the Chinese Cultural Society itself relies on the Ministry of Public Security to turn a blind eye. The Ministry of Public Security could not determine the harm of xenomorphs to society, but it could not violate the law, so it could only acquiesce in the way the Chinese Society handled it—if a xenomorph entered a state of instability, more innocent people would eventually be harmed. Of course, this acquiescence was more than a decade ago, and in recent years, the density of the tasks of the Chinese Cultural Society has been increasing, and many of them have been warned by the Ministry of Public Security.

But this time, even they themselves were kept in the dark.