In the middle of the night, in the affluent coastal area of Cape Town, a private estate as luxurious as a royal palace exudes an eerie tranquility.

Just like a heavily guarded palace, three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, dozens of black-clad bodyguards patrol tirelessly in the huge manor, vigilant for every wind and grass.

And in the heart of a private estate, in one of the most heavily guarded bedrooms, a scrawny, haggard-faced man slumbered on his bed, without the slightest luster of his former glory.

It was a dramini who had lost a lot of weight.

If he was once a lion, then after that kidnapping, he became a brutal and suspicious jackal.

In the past three months, Dlamini's temperament has changed greatly, from the former strategizing to the current beating and scolding of subordinates, and even a few cronies were directly tied to a sack and sunk into the sea because of a less important mistake.

He was almost visibly emaciated, his originally strong body gradually became rickety, coupled with his pale complexion, now let alone fifty years old, some people believe him when he is seventy years old.

Everyone found that Dlamini had changed, and now he was afraid of cold and light, and he was so insecure that he didn't even go out of the door, and just locked himself up in his manor all day to deal with affairs.

At this time, Dlamini was sleeping on a wide oak bed, and the room was lit with soothing agarwood, but his constant frowning brow indicated that he was not sleeping peacefully at this time.

"Ding, quest release prompt!"

Suddenly, a cold, mechanical female voice burst into Dramini's mind, and in an instant, Dlamini opened his eyes, filled with endless bloodshots.

"It's you again!"

Dlamini's pupils narrowed, and he muttered under his breath.

At this time, he was no longer as embarrassed as the first time he heard this voice, after all, he was a man who held the power of life and death, and three months was enough time for him to be ready to face this matter.

I saw him take a deep breath, and then said coldly, "Speak!" ”

"No. gamma20220001, you have received a task from the number sigma05, please open the computer within half an hour to check."

"Turn on the computer?"

Dlamini was silent for a moment, he didn't turn on the light, but walked to his desk in the dark and turned on the power on his laptop, "And then?" ”

"Drop!"

However, before Dlamini could finish asking, the computer screen that had just been turned on suddenly went black, and the original interface of the computer changed to a black and red pattern.

Dlamini narrowed his eyes, reaching for the table, eventually pulling out a pair of reading glasses and putting them on his eyes.

It was only then that he could see the pattern on his computer.

It was a black and red circle, or a logo.

In the logo, it consists of two hands that are about to touch and a blood-red background.

The two hands are located on either side of the logo, the left hand is slightly hanging down, and the right hand is extending the index finger, as if the two fingers will meet in the next moment.

The structure, in terms of structure and location, reminds Dlamini of the fresco in the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican.

A mural called "Genesis".

The hand on the left represents the human Adam, and the hand on the right represents the God Jehovah.

However, unlike the mural, the hand of God on the logo is not human, but a complete mechanical structure.

Seeing this scene, Dlamini suddenly realized that this logo was the symbol of the mysterious organization.

"Mr. Dlamini."

But just as Dlamini was sighing, a person's voice suddenly sounded on the computer.

"Who!"

Dlamini shuddered, subconsciously tense all over, but then relaxed again, just a little incredulous, "Who are you, how did you break into my computer?" ”

"We've met, Mr. Dlamini."

However, the hoarse and youthful voice said such a thing.

Hearing this, Dlamini's pupils narrowed, and he instantly thought of the dark and bloody living room, the cheap and shoddy hotel......

It was a nightmare he didn't want to recall.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Dlamini, I'll introduce myself formally."

But unlike that day, the owner of the voice at this time did not make fun of him, but said solemnly, "I belong to the 'God Forbidden Zone' organization, I belong to the Disciple Council, number 05, you can call me -"

"Judas."

Judas?

Dlamini gasped, the amount of information in this passage exploded, the forbidden zone of God, the council of disciples, the number, and Judas......

What kind of organization are you involved in?

"Mr. Dlamini, your current identity is a subordinate of my development, originally you belonged to the lowest delta level of the organization, but because you successfully completed the A-level task assigned by the organization three months ago, you were exceptionally promoted to gamma level."

The voice said slowly, "I'm sorry, I'm not qualified as your mentor and didn't teach you what to do in the first place, so I'm determined to make amends to you." ”

After a pause, the voice added, "Of course, you can also choose to refuse. ”

Line? Compensate?

Dlamini only felt that his mouth was dry, and he wanted to curse a few words at this voice, but reason stopped him in time, so he had to swallow the grievances in his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice again, "Before that, can I first understand this organization in your mouth?" ”

"Of course."

The voice paused, and then said, "Our God's Forbidden Zone is a group of people who are dedicated to the pursuit of immortality and even eternal life, and their members involve the entire Federation, whether it is Europe, the United States, the East, or here, there are traces of us. ”

As the voice spoke, Dlamini suddenly saw the computer screen change, and a document appeared, "I've sent you the organization manual, but please don't try to print or otherwise record it, or you know what to expect." ”

The voice did not contain a hint of warning, but Dlamini, who heard this, trembled, and subconsciously touched the back of his neck, his face pale.

The other party said that it was a document, but it was actually a long agreement, which contained the precautions of the God Forbidden Zone organization, as well as the introduction of the God chip.

It was only then that Dlamini knew for the first time what the hell was in that wound on his neck......

"God chip, a kind of biological intelligent brain that assists human work and life, you can say that it is a scientific and technological revolution, and it is a new generation of intelligent assistance system for human beings; You can use it to record everything you see in front of you and have it transmit video to you over the network when you need it. ”

"At the same time, it can connect to the Internet anytime, anywhere, and can look up any knowledge for you, or guide you on what to do when you encounter a problem."

"Even when you're in distress, it can automatically call the police, or take over your body, run away for you, or kill your opponent."

"These features will be opened up step by step as you move up the ranks in the organization......"

"This is the God chip."

The voice said lightly, "You should understand now, we chose you, this is not a misfortune, maybe this is just the opportunity for you to really rise." ”

Finally, the voice suddenly lowered its voice and said, "Mr. Dlamini, do you want to be the next Mandela?" ”

Dlamini's pupils narrowed.