With short hair and a slightly messy hair, wearing a grotesque white T-shirt, the young man who appeared in the surveillance instantly looked at the hotel manager and the two special police officers in front of him, turned his head and disappeared in an instant, and after reappearing, he swaggered into the elevator with the cleaning aunt.

There was no panic or urgency.

The bald Agent Turner looked at the video with a gloomy face, wondering inwardly where he could hide before, and as a result, he pondered and came to the conclusion that it was the bathroom in the guest room.

And just before he approached the bathroom, he was probably still there.

"It's so arrogant......" Someone next to him gritted his teeth and said what was on his mind, and Agent Turner glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Another middle-aged man in a suit, who was also watching the surveillance in the security room of the hotel, frowned: "His ability seems to be somewhat similar to that of the Red Demon in the past, teleportation?" ”

"So the way he killed those three drug-addicted gangsters at that time wasn't mental?" Someone next to him was thoughtful.

"Very likely, I think the person concerned would not have seen the specific situation clearly at that time in a hurry, and it is normal to twist the necks of three people in an instant and mistake it for breaking out of thin air."

"What do we do now?"

As the words fell, everyone looked at the bald agent with a gloomy face.

The other party did not respond immediately, but watched the brief hotel corridor picture back and forth several times, as well as the scene when the hall left, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the assistant next to him.

"Did the information on those three cards, along with the phone numbers, be sent to the Intelligence Bureau for investigation?"

"It's been delivered, and I'm waiting for a reply." The subordinate replied.

"Very good, let's continue to search, Atlanta City is full of surveillance, and his ability is to teleport, not disappear."

The bald head said, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "Also, the information will be sent to the three departments for reporting, and if there are special circumstances, please ask them to take action directly." ”

"This ...... Isn't it a bit of a fuss? ”

The middle-aged man in the suit hesitated when he heard this.

Isn't reporting your job a testament to the incompetence of the Sentinel Service?

"Just in case."

The bald head Turner waved his hand and said: "This criminal has a strong psychological quality, and I feel that he is not simple." ”

The middle-aged man in the suit nodded. was about to say something more, but the public mobile phone of the team leader in front of him suddenly rang, and after listening to a few words, the other party's face became extremely strange.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a group of dead people in Oakland Cemetery who have swindled their bodies......"

When the people around heard this, they felt very absurd. Even the bald agent of the person concerned was quite unhappy about this.

They are from the Sentinel Secret Service and specialize in mutant criminals. There are dead people cheating corpses, this kind of inexplicable thing that gods and gods are talking about, you go to the priest......

Secretly helpless, he did not hesitate anything, but after explaining a few words to his deputy, he immediately left the hotel and rushed to the place of the incident with great professionalism.

The police car drove quickly, but in only twenty minutes, he arrived near the Oakland Cemetery with a few of his men, and he was completely stunned by what he saw.

At night, as far as the eye can see, the earth is flying, the sculptures are collapsing, and countless rats and beetles that have come out of nowhere are spreading in a panic, dense and terrifying.

The moonlight shrouded in countless gray or carbon black skeletons like a sea of dry bones, their heads surging and their feet staggering, and they were constantly pushed by countless of their kind in the direction of downtown Atlanta.

"Are the zombies invading?" The bald agent, who had always been strict, subconsciously muttered at this moment.

……

If possible, Charles really wants to have a night walk with ten thousand ghosts, but it's a pity that the simple resurrection corpse only has the ability to act instinctively, and does not even have the desire to attack people. Yegen will not follow his orders.

Because of his talent, he actually has some kind of channel to influence these "desireless" things. During the move, Charles even thought about creating a strange ghost to command the group of corpses.

However, his freezing ability is not controlled, and the huge area that envelops a radius of five kilometers is really freezing, and I don't know how many people will die.

Psychologically, he can't say that he can't deduct enough time alone.

At the moment, they are able to move, but they are only driven away by the unicorn that can "passively" release the divine breath.

Although there is no subjective will, the instinct of the corpses still keeps them away from each other.

The results are barely visible, but Charles believes that the results will be before – and although they may be officially blocked, he has already informed the major news outlets in Atlanta as soon as possible.

However, he didn't just do it at the cemetery, when he was in the city, he summoned most of the monsters that he could summon at the moment.

This time, there are zombies to attract attention, and Charles has learned a lesson that he has not been called to be open, thinking that this group of things can exist for a longer time, and not be caught soon after appearing like last time.

Right now, Charles is on his way to the Atlanta suburbs.

He accidentally left those three cards in the hotel, and also left a hidden danger, you know, it is not only the basic information of the three mutants, but also their lair, and their identity background.

Charles didn't know what the consequences of these things were, but he felt he needed to remind them.

Otherwise, if the official police are dispatched to clean up the lair of the mutant underground organization, the dead mutant is estimated to be on his head.

Thinking about this kind of thing gave him a headache, and with a sigh, he looked sideways at the taxi driver who was concentrating next to him.

Because the other party didn't want to run so far, he was mentally retarded by him, but at the moment he seemed interested.

Charles had a strong memory, and could remember most of the things he had seen, except for those things he didn't think were necessary.

So even though I've only watched the card once, it's still not hard to find their lair right now—

An abandoned factory site in the eastern suburbs of Atlanta that has had an accident.

However, as he got closer, Charles suddenly felt that a spiritual force was constantly invading his spirit, and although the shadow of the wraith had no effect on him, it was obviously impossible for the driver beside him to escape the effect.

He even braked directly, and turned his head to look at it with a panicked face: "I feel that something very bad is happening in front of me, let's turn around and leave, there is nothing to see there." ”

"There's nothing ahead, rest assured." Charles offered comfort. Secretly this is probably the means of some special mutant.

However, the other party shook his head decisively, and his tone was frightened: "I still think it's good that we don't move forward, I feel ...... I felt like I was going to die in the past. ”

The mentally retarded technique is not easy to use?

Charles was a little helpless about this.

Scanning the surroundings, the woods on both sides, a huge building in front of him was already faintly visible, so after thinking about it, Charles spoke: "Okay, you wait for me here, we'll leave in five minutes." ”

"Okay." The driver breathed a sigh of relief.

Charles pushes open the door and gets out of the car, summons a green-haired parrot, and directs it to fly to report the news.

In fact, if he hadn't lost the note with the phone number written on it, he wouldn't have had to make another trip.

It can only be said that he didn't care about this at all before, otherwise there would be no need to be so troublesome.

Secretly helpless, but after a while, he suddenly sensed that something special had arisen, so he followed this instinct to summon another book.

Turning the pages of the book, after the "World Background" on the front page, a name that emerged was shining brightly -

Root. Aites.