In the Monteci State Peculiar Bureau, Simon is lying on a soft sofa, and various images are constantly flashing in his eyes. He watched the events on Belloc Street like an outsider, his face as if he were watching a movie.

Even when Angus and the others were finishing, the natural attendant in the linen robe suddenly broke free from the illusion and realized that something was wrong and almost escaped by injuring two believers while he was not paying attention, Simon still had the same expression, as if he had not given the order to catch them all.

Dozens of minutes later, waiting for the dust to settle, Angus sent the guests into the underworld in the mirror, he sighed slightly, and then stretched out his hand to bluff, and a thorn-wound reverse cross suddenly appeared in his hand.

Sure enough, I was still too anxious.

A group of mortals who were ordinary people not long ago, even if they suddenly have strength, whether they have vigilance awareness or combat ability, they are still far inferior to these marginal people living in the dark, and it is still necessary for them to find a group of professional combatants.

No matter what time in the world, force is the most fundamental card to ensure security.

Simon gently stroked the cross, his fingertips sliding over the dense incantations engraved on it, a thoughtful expression.

This cross seems to be somewhat similar to the snake demon soul pot that I snatched earlier!

One is deprivation, the other is theft. And they are all special props aimed at gods or various great existences, and it seems that there is a lot of article among them!

Simon played with the cross in his hand for a while, then put it in the Mirror of Eternity, which he left to keep until he got a way to steal his power from the blasphemous priest. Now it's better to think about how to solve the problem of professional combatants.

Simon picked up the somewhat cold coffee in front of him, took a sip gently, felt the slightly bitter taste in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

It seems that I have been joining the Montai Strange Bureau for a while, and during this time, I have been on call, and I will do whatever they tell me to do, and my attitude is very correct. Now is also the time to collect some interest.

After all, he used to be a real person, which is equivalent to the existence of a legend, and the price is not too high!

However, there are no good things in this strange bureau of Montei, so I reluctantly accept them, let them run errands for themselves, and it can be regarded as a creation for them.

For such a long time, Simon basically understood the general situation of the sub-bureau. There is no too high-end power in the game, only David has an extraordinary-level totem spirit on his body, although he doesn't know what his ability is, Simon doesn't feel too much threat from it.

The rest of the personnel with special abilities are also mostly biased towards the support class, and there are not many people who can act on combat. Just like his former colleague Bell, his ability is that as long as he can eat something in his stomach, he can accurately know the ingredients and uses of this thing, which is very magical.

Simon's mind was tumbling, and a rough plan quickly came to his mind, which he perfected over time.

He began to deduce various situations, estimating whether there would be any major problems in completely controlling the sub-bureau in his own hands.

Call!!!

After thinking about it for a long time, Simon breathed a long sigh of relief, and once again lay down on the sofa and rubbed his temples slightly.

I still don't know enough information, and I know too little information.

If something happens, it's a bit of a problem. After all, this identity is still very convenient now, and it would be a pity to give it up directly.

It's still not too radical, after all, there's a general bureau up there. In the last Medivan incident, they were able to send a Sacred Domain level powerhouse and dozens of transcendental-level special personnel in one go, proving that the background is not shallow, and it should be a lot of high-end power hidden.

No matter how you think about the special bureau, it shouldn't be such a little power on the surface, after all, as the world's first power, the dark creatures that can be suppressed are hidden in the corners and are not known to the majority of the people, this power is not enough, they must have their own hole cards that they don't know.

You still have to be careful not to make too small movements, in case someone finds the horse's feet, then it won't be fun.

Simon has already made a decision, so let's start with the logistics and scientific research office around him, after all, the researcher's personality is a little weird, which is a normal thing in the eyes of most people, otherwise how could there be so many scientific researchers who have inexplicably become important villains in the movie.

Early the next morning, as soon as Simon arrived at the office, he saw Major General Hab already waiting for him.

Major General Habu was still dressed in a military uniform, and his red eyes were bloodshot. After seeing Simon walk in, a rare smile appeared on his serious face.

"Good morning, Mr. Simon. ”

"Good morning, Major General Habu, I don't know what is the matter with you coming to my office so early?" said Simon, and asked directly.

Major General Habu handed over a document without nonsense, Simon took it and looked at it carefully, and after a while he frowned and asked, "Fifty bottles of Potion No. 3, and try to complete it in a week?"

"Yes, the document already states, Mr. Simon, you can drop all your tasks this week and prepare Potion Three for us. I'm just here to make sure, I wonder if Mr. Simon will be able to make it in a week?" asked Major General Habu rhetorically.

Simon thought for a while, and then slowly replied, "It is guaranteed that thirty-five bottles can be made, and more cannot be guaranteed, after all, it is impossible to make potions every time, and the failure rate is still very high." ”

After hearing his answer, Major General Hab's face was not very good, and he stared at Simon and continued to ask, "Is it really impossible to make fifty bottles? ”

Simon looked him in the eye and replied fearlessly, "I'm sorry, I don't know about others, but I can't make it 100 percent." I can only guarantee you the quantity of thirty-five bottles. ”

It's not that he can't make fifty potions in a week, it's just that there's no need for that, and a potions master who is 100% successful is simply too noticeable and suspicious.

Even the Potions Master didn't dare to say that he was 100% successful in making potions, and he didn't need to take that risk.

Simon is not afraid that he will turn his face, after all, he belongs to the Special Bureau, and he is from the military, the two are not a system at all, and he has no right to directly order himself, even if he lets himself help them make potions now, this is also the procedural order of the Special Bureau.

A week later, Major General Habu finally left the Montei Strange Bureau with only thirty-nine vials of Potion Three.

Nearly an hour after Major General Habu left the Bureau of Anomalies, Bieber, who had been manipulating the potions vial and keeping an eye on them, suddenly burst out of the Mirror of Eternity, roaring under its own voice and delivering a message to Simon.

"Huh, you say they were attacked?"

Simon's eyes quickly transformed into glass-like vertical pupils, and his gaze directly penetrated the distance of space and came to the scene of the sudden change.

On the road by the sand dunes, a tall, thin man was attacking a group of military vehicles, and many private vehicles were constantly turning around or driving to both sides to avoid the battle.

The tall, thin man, wearing a wide black cloak and a mask that half covered his face, was constantly shuttling through bullets and quickly rushing towards the center of the convoy.

Major General Habu had already sent a message for help at the first time, and at the moment he was hiding in the car, constantly urging the soldiers to flee in the opposite direction.

Seeing that his target had escaped some distance, the tall and thin man in black showed a hint of hideousness on his face, and he passed directly through several intercepting soldiers, the edge of the flying cloak was like a blade, directly cutting them in half, and the red blood added an extra touch of color to the pure black cloak.

The car in which Major General Habu was sitting ran faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye it was nearly two hundred yards.

The man looked at the vehicle that had already driven away, and he no longer cared about accidentally injuring ordinary people. He opened his mouth and roared loudly.

Audible sound waves kicked up countless clouds of sand and dust, surging towards the vehicles in the distance, as if they had encountered a storm in the desert.

Simon "watched" as the sound waves rushed with boundless sand and dust, throwing all the vehicles they encountered along the way into the air and smashing them to the ground.

Major General Habu's vehicle was even more taken care of, and the sound wave with the wind and sand instantly turned the vehicle into a sieve, and the driver and Major General Habu in the car had been beaten into a puddle of flesh and blood mixed with sand.

The man in the black cloak crossed over the overturned vehicle and came to the vehicle in which Major General Habu was riding, amid the frightened eyes of several private car owners.

He pulled open the deformed car door, carefully searching for his mission.

A few minutes later, the tall and thin man who had thoroughly searched the car several times roared, and the vehicle in front of him instantly turned into a flat piece of iron as if it had been run over by a crusher, and it was impossible to tell that its prototype was a special military vehicle.

"This can't be, how did the experimental quarantine Jenova disappear?"