Sensing the abnormality in the base, Frankenstein, who had just begun to modify the video, put down the work at hand and walked over, checked the helmet that Zhang Luo had just taken off, and said in a low voice:

"It's an ancient space device."

"I know, but are there any side effects to this thing?" Zhang Luo asked.

Although it was only a short-term effect, and there was nothing abnormal about me just now, it was possible that the constant shuttle space would cause irreversible damage to the body. That's why they don't abuse the "unstable portal" on a regular basis.

Hearing this, Frankenstein took the helmet from Zhang Luo's hand and put it on his little head, and his figure suddenly disappeared from everyone's eyes.

After waiting for a moment, from the empty clearing, a somewhat indistinct voice came:

"Seems to be fine."

Hearing this girl, who had always only answered yes or no, uncharacteristically said the word "as if", Zhang Luo realized that even at Frankenstein's level, he couldn't see through the details of the stealth helmet.

Even if she is a super scientist who has lived for hundreds of years, it will take a certain amount of time to study this artifact from ancient mythology. The Gaia engine, which had been seized from the city of Donrossk, was now not at its original power.

"Oh, I'll be careful when I use it."

Putting the helmet that Frankenstein had returned to him into the storage space, Zhang Luo walked to the portal on the wall in front of him, and waved his hand to say goodbye: "See you tomorrow, I'm going home to sleep and regain my strength." ”

Although the Divine Body recovered the damage caused by the Weather Control Machine just now, the fatigue after the high-intensity battle could not be erased. Now all Zhang Luo wants to do is go home and get a good night's sleep.

"Hmm. I went ahead and edited the video. Frankenstein returned to his workbench and continued his unfinished business.

With a familiar feeling of dizziness. Zhang Luo appeared in the basement of the office building of the sewage treatment plant, looking around. The basement was still as shabby as ever, with a lot of dust in the corners.

He yawned and walked in the direction of the entrance.

……

At the same moment, standing in the ruins of the research institute on the outskirts of Cairo that had just been cleaned up, the face of a middle-aged bald man in a suit and leather shoes was wrinkled, and he yelled angrily at his mobile phone:

"Send the strongest exorcist here, we can't go on like this, we must catch those damn minus pieces!"

This man is one of the many leaders of the Monster Authority - Mr. Jones from London, England, who is a hardliner in the Authority. He has always adhered to a strategy similar to "fighting poison with poison", relying on heretical creatures to destroy heretical creatures.

The secret institute in Cairo was under his management, and it had taken a lot of effort to convince others to agree to his "vampire mummy development plan". But now......

This secret research institute that has been established with great difficulty and has only just begun to operate. Not even a few "vampire mummies" were created, and they were turned into a lifeless ruin under the attack of unknown enemies!

"I'll kill them and hang their bodies on the flagpole......" Mr. Jones clenched his fists. There seemed to be a light of hatred in his eyes, and his original gentlemanly demeanor was gone.

Just when the middle-aged man's whole body exuded a terrifying and murderous aura, a young man in a gray suit came over and reported, "Sir." The person you're looking for has arrived. ”

"Let him come." Jones gritted his teeth.

It didn't take long for a man and a woman to walk over and stand still in front of an angry Jones.

Jones looked up at the two in front of him. Standing on the left is a tall, lanky man wearing a black jacket and jeans. A bandage was wrapped around his head, revealing only his eyes and nose. It looks like a living mummy.

To the man's right was a short-haired girl in a short skirt and brown blouse, looking energetic, wearing a pair of large sunglasses that almost covered half of her face, and a smile that raised the corners of her mouth.

"You're looking for us?" As she spoke, the girl stroked her short light brown hair, looking nonchalant.

"You're from the Winchester Brotherhood?" Jones asked angrily.

"Yes, we are a brotherhood." Answering his question was a "mummy" with a bandage on his head next to him.

Looking at the guy's appearance, Jones asked, "What's going on with your head?" ”

"I've been sprayed by the tail air of the bazooka, don't worry about me." The bandage man's voice was a little hoarse, then he stretched out his hand and pointed to the ruins next to him, and said, "I'll go smoke a cigarette, you can talk to this woman......"

“……”

Seeing that the two of them didn't seem to take themselves seriously at all, Jones, as the leader of the Monster Authority, forcibly suppressed his burning anger and made a request to the girl in front of him: "Contact your leader, the Authority needs their help." ”

The catastrophic war of evil gods in the Sahara Desert has not yet been dealt with, and the destruction of the research institute has occurred, and most of the exorcists in the Monster Administration have been too busy to pay attention to anything else.

Because of this, Jones, who has always looked down on the folk exorcist organization, rarely seeks the help of the folk exorcist organization.

And the helper he found this time was the famous "Winchester Brotherhood".

-- This large organization that exorcises demons around the world is led by the legendary "Wen family twins": Sam. Winchester and Dean. Winchester. Although there is still a gap between the scale and the Monster Authority, the prestige of the Winchester Brotherhood among the people is much higher than that of the Monster Authority.

Even Jones, who has always scoffed at folk exorcists, knows the terrifying power of the brothers: with the help of the two of them, it will be easy to rid the heretical creatures that have destroyed the base!

Jones, however, soon realized that what he had come up with was too easy:

"Our boss is not available." The girl in sunglasses pulled a bubble gum out of her pocket and threw it into her mouth, blowing pink bubbles in front of Jones without manners.

"Call them over and say the Monster Administration needs their help." Jones fought back his anger and repeated.

Hearing this, the short-haired girl raised her head and scolded vaguely: "Do you have a problem with your head?" It's all said they're out of time......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Jones suddenly pulled out a silver Beretta pistol, put the muzzle of the gun to the girl's forehead, and whispered, "I'll let you call them over!" ”

He, who was already in a bad mood, finally exploded like a powder keg, but the girl in front of him didn't panic, just spit out the bubble gum in her mouth and smiled: "Do you want to shoot?" You'll regret it. ”

"Mr. Jones, if you kill the Brotherhood, they'll break with us once and for all." The staff in gray suits next to him also hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them.

Realizing that he was indeed a little impulsive, Jones, who blushed, coughed, put away his pistol and sighed: "Okay, then what can you do?" ”

"We can help you track down those heretics." The short-haired girl took off her sunglasses, revealing pure black pupils without the whites of her eyes, stared earnestly at Jones's shiny bald head, and added, "But you have to pay." ”

"How much?" Jones asked.

"Five million dollars, we promise to put the heads of those monsters in front of you." The girl laughed.

“……”

Hearing the price proposed by the other party, Jones almost spit out another mouthful of old blood, and finally resisted the urge to break the girl's head with one shot, and asked in a trembling voice: "Okay, how long will it take?" ”

"The purpose of the Winchester Brotherhood is to be fast, to be done within a month." The girl raised the corners of her mouth, walked behind the bandaged man who was still squatting in the corner and smoking, and kicked him in the ass hard:

"Get up and get to work!"

"Oh oh......" The man stood up and rubbed his back, looking very unmotivated. He whispered, "Now let's look for clues and see who attacked here." (To be continued.) )