Inside the city of Peters,

In the circular meeting room, there was only a large black triangular wing table, with the head deacon sitting at the top of the triangle and the other deacons sitting on either side according to their ranks.

Others stood farther behind them on either side, in good order.

There was a scorching and oppressive atmosphere in the air, no one spoke, and the sound of everyone's deep and shallow breathing, and the subtle grinding of clothes as they moved their bodies, could be clearly heard in the quiet and empty conference room.

The eyes of the deacons were focused on the center of the conference table, and no one looked up, not even willing to move their eyes.

The black metal tabletops, gray mirrored floors, and transparent walls reflect each other, and the tense faces of the deacons are reflected everywhere, and when you look down, you can see the ugly faces of others.

Sand, sand, rustle,

A small flame rose, and the bright red halo sprinkled a piece of orange light on the black tabletop, and the strange shadow was stretched, and the extinguishing of the light was like a palm holding people's hearts, making people breathe trapped.

"The fire will go out and it will be rekindled, it's just a natural process, so why worry too much. ”

Still no one spoke.

"Look up. ”

In the silent conference room, the deacon's voice seemed to reverberate, and the deacon's ears exploded like thunder, "Look up and see clearly." ”

The pressure of spiritual power was like a heavy mountain, and everyone in the conference room did not dare to slack off, and raised their heads in unison.

Looking through the transparent ceiling, you can see the dripping raindrops, the black rain collects and flows down the shape of the roof to the lower place, the ink black continues to wash the ceiling, like a huge black curtain, even if you can't hear it, it is still difficult to laugh at the rain that keeps falling.

"After the purge, we will have a lot of aftermath work to deal with, please be in the best shape and discuss how to manage Peters City better and how to maintain the stability of Peters City. ”

The deacon's words were unhurried and not loud, but they were like a hammer hitting the hearts of everyone present, their minds were buzzing, the core of their spiritual power was hot, and a cold sweat was oozing from their backs.

"Yes, Lord Deacon. ”

"Let's start now, if there's anything to discuss, prepare in advance. With the deacon's words, the small flame still flickered red on the conference table.

"My lord, the turbulence in the space caused by the imperial capital hanging over the city has caused many gaps to appear, and the first thing to do after the cleaning is to repair the gaps. ”

"Good. ”

The chief deacon glanced at everyone, smiled and encouraged, and stretched out his hand to signal, "That's it, come up with a plan, I believe that you are all willing to work hard for the stability of Peters City." ”

"The cleaning will be over when the next cycle day starts, and residents need to be arranged to restart ......"

The discussion seems to be getting into form, and there are many details that need to be discussed and a detailed plan for the rift in space, about the aliens, and how to remedy it.

The people seated at the conference table began a seemingly lively discussion, while the people standing in the second and third rows behind them were not qualified to speak.

There were the deacons' assistants, the minutes of the meeting, and the guards and robots at the outermost periphery, and as the discussion unfolded, the cold and depressing seemed to be a little less depressed.

Just when the atmosphere gradually normalized, the fire on the table suddenly went out and did not light up again, and everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at the chief deacon sitting at the head of the table, nervously tensed and didn't know what he had done wrong.

The chief deacon looked down, closed his eyes, and the casual smile on his face vanished.

"Lord Deacon?"

"There's a virus invading, you know what to do this time, right?"

With a bang, the flames lit up again.

The flames jumped up from the tabletop, and the flames stretched out into a string of small beads of fire that jumped out of the conference room door and downward, bypassing the squares in the air and reaching the bottom floor.

"Ahh

With a cry of pain, the moment a figure appeared, it turned into a gray-black ash that scattered as the second tongue of fire approached.

"Lord Deacon, these are aliens too?"

"Search, immediately block the entire building, notify all other areas, and block the search in the whole area. ”

As the search warrant was issued, the bionic guards poured out.

With a wave of his hand, the chief deacon waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of the conference table, and the surveillance screens of each area unfolded, and the signs representing aliens that had disappeared after cleaning reappeared, and at this moment, the number far exceeded expectations.

"How can there be so many people?"

"Where did they come from, and why didn't the alarm go off?"

"Hey, these people seem to be wearing hidden equipment, and if they hadn't entered the headquarters building, they probably wouldn't have been discovered for a while. ”

"These people are the same as the aliens from before?"

"Whether it's or not, get rid of them. The smile on the chief deacon's face widened, "I don't want any more viruses to interfere with Peters City until the next cycle starts, you understand?"

"Yes, sir. ”

The various departments of the Inspectorate began to operate intensively.

On the other side, the people who had just managed to enter the Inspectorate Committee building infiltrated from different directions.

Shadows rushed in, and some people entered the office building without looking for an entrance or exit, or using equipment to open a way, but went straight through the wall.

It's as if the surrounding obstacles don't exist at all, and the body is nothing more than air, a phantom.

The group shuttled between the office buildings, the space of the body constantly shifting, and the search team passed through them without noticing, as if they had seen nothing.

One of the investigators involved in the search stood still, and he suddenly stopped, pressed one hand to his chest, and looked around vigilantly.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Shhhhh

After the long-haired investigator signaled to everyone, two teams of bionic guards were on standby to put them on alert.

Heavily armed guards are ready to go.

In the space where everyone could not see, a group of people stood less than ten centimeters away from the investigator, and half of their bodies overlapped with the investigator.

The investigator clutched his chest and happened to be in the position of his heart, and as soon as he realized this, the black shadow's heart tightened, and it was too late to move.

Poof!

The investigator's hand was red and slammed into his chest, and the onlookers were stunned and exclaimed, "Mark, you ......"

Before the words fell, the red light in Marco's hand was withdrawn, and his hands were covered with blood, and it was surprising that Mark was not injured.

The black shadow fell to the ground, and the blood soaked all around it into a pool of blood red.

"The gloves given by the deacon worked really well. ”

"What do you see?" another investigator stepped forward and saw a man lying on the ground covered in blood.

"It's not just that. Before the words fell, others had already flown out.

At this time, the other black shadows waited with bated breath to change, and immediately started to speed up.

"Disperse immediately"

"He can't see us, don't be in love, and put the task first. ”

After receiving the command, all the shadows scattered in all directions.

There are not many people who can sense these people who cross between the two spaces, and Mark has no skills, so he can only choose to specialize in one place and clean them up one by one, "Don't even think about running away, you must be mentally prepared to be eliminated when you do the virus." ”

As an investigator trained and promoted by the deacon, the deacon said that if these people are viruses, they are viruses, and there is no room for hesitation.

One, two, three, took out a tissue in his left hand and wiped his bloody right hand, three have been solved, but Mark knows that there is more to the virus than that.

Mark is only responsible for killing the virus, and the follow-up cleanup work will naturally be handled by others.

Chasing from the first floor to the eighteenth floor of the block, these viruses invaded extremely fast, and Mark alone simply did not have time to deal with them.

On the other side, the people who came from the Imperial Capital Star were not in good condition, although they knew that the operation was dangerous, but they had just entered the headquarters building and had not been able to get close to the mission target, and they had actually lost several important members.

There was no hesitation, no pause, the operation continued, each performing its own duties, and everyone who entered the headquarters building had a different task on their shoulders.

These well-trained people will not waver even when they watch their companions die in front of them.

In another building, in an ordinary house, a family sits on a sofa.

A red-haired young explorer sits on the couch on the other side with a bald head covered in tattoos and a face that can't be seen clearly.

"Why are you scaring them?"

The tattooed bald head ignored the redhead's questioning, and as always, the tattooed bald head did not say a word and only did what he had to do beside the red-haired youth.

The redhead retracted his gaze and turned to look at the family of three, "Don't be afraid, we're not bad people." ”

Basically, most of the people who say this line without changing their faces are not good people.

The red-haired young man opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything more.

The rest of the room was busy with what was going on at hand, and the redhead got up from the couch and looked out of the window of this room, nothing but the illusory scene playing on the window.

The rain was still falling outside, and the Peters City Inspectorate didn't allow anyone to go out, but in fact it didn't actually close all entrances and exits.

If people who really have the heart, have doubts about the mandatory ban, or are not affected by hypnosis and begin to awaken, they are greeted not by the bright morning light, but by the icy black rain.

For the preacon, this is also one of the ways to clean up potential instability.

Such a person will not be the majority of the crowd after all.

Redhead thought of the task given by the regimental commander, sighed, and was silent, the tattooed bald head beside him was not a member of the Nameless Explorer Regiment but was assigned to him by the regimental commander.

What the head of the regiment wanted to do, the redhead still couldn't figure it out at this moment, but he was sure of one thing, the task that the tattooed bald head received must be different from him.

Ink Night is in this city.

"You want to know if Ink Night is in Peters City?"

The tattooed bald head, who never took the initiative to speak, suddenly turned his head to look at the red-haired youth, "What are you going to do when you know it?"

Dark pupils lock on to red-haired explorers.

"Are you a bug, the kind that thinks you can burrow into human brains?"

The tattooed bald head had a cold face, "You'd better pray I'm not." ”

"Are you really sent by the regimental commander to spy on me?" the red-haired young man sneered.

The tattooed bald head stopped talking, and his dark eyes were like an abyss that people didn't dare to look at.

The light screen in front of the two of them trembled and flickered, and soon a picture came, so far they had lost thirty people, and the remaining people were less than one-half, and it was unknown whether they could finally complete the task.

"The tasks assigned by the regiment commander must be completed. ”

Cold sweat oozes from his back, can this person really read minds?

The red-haired young man knew that he was just one of the links in the whole set of tasks, but why was he, why did he send him instead of someone else, and he was still sent even though he had no basic trust, and why he had to be sent?

There is always a reason behind the head of the regiment, but this time he can't guess the reason, and even has a faint reluctance to guess in his heart.

At this time, a correspondent stepped forward and approached the tattooed bald head, "Report, everyone is in place and ready." ”

Judging from the light screen display, the people arranged by the regiment commander have arrived at the designated coordinates in place, but he still does not know what this is for.

Each step of the plan was separated, executed by different people, and how the overall plan was pieced together was probably known only to the head of the regiment himself.

There were infiltrators from the Unnamed Explorer Regiment in all districts of Peters City, and this infiltration began on the first day that the Imperial Capital Star appeared in the sky over Peters City.

The red-haired young man leaned on the sofa, looked at the frightened and angry family of three opposite, sighed again, turned his eyes, and seemed to hear the sound of rain in his ears, if everything was ready, he would soon know what the head of the regiment was planning.

Mo Ye is somewhere in Peters City, if you want to contact her, how can you contact her, even if you contact him, what can he say, in a blink of an eye, he saw a tattoo on his bald head, and remembered what the other party said before, his body trembled suddenly.

Immediately retracted, silent and silent, only then did he figure out why the regimental commander sent him here to carry out the mission.

"I'm sure you'll be up to the task. The corners of the regiment's mouth that seemed to be smiling when he said this, and a determined look appeared in his mind, and he suddenly understood the regimental commander's intentions.

Only him, only him.

This is probably what the head of the regiment wants him to do, to find a way to contact Mo Ye.

He was probably the only one left who would have such an idea, the Nameless Explorers had long since died in name, at least for him, the people he was familiar with were gone one by one, and there were many more people he had never seen and were not familiar with, and everything had changed.

The regiment commander said that he knew every member of the regiment, and this was not true.

Guessed his every thought.

Tattooed bald head, stood up at some point, bent down, and a strange green light flashed in his dark eyes, "Your mission, haven't you started yet?"

The red-haired youth's body stiffened slightly, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

"The head of the regiment wants you to remember your mission, do you need me to remind you what to do now?"

The red young man was stunned for a moment, confused as to what this task meant.