Wearing a black suit, holding a black briefcase in his hand, and straightening his dark tie, Mu Shaoan pushed open the door in front of him, and inside was an extremely spacious conference room on the top floor, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, so that the room was very well lit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

You can even imagine the magnificence and grandeur of the rising sun and the setting of the sun.

In the middle of the conference room was a huge oval conference table, and there were already twelve people sitting here, but except for the old man, it was the old lady, and Mu Shao'an was a young man.

Nodding politely to these old guys, Mu Shao'an sat in the thirteenth seat.

Speaking of which, there are only thirteen chairs in this conference room, and theoretically speaking, the people who can sit here are all the giants of the Fourth War Zone Cleaner Division, and each of them has a large number of juniors and a famous hunting group.

Counting it up, Mu Shaoan is the one with the least foundation, so he is just here to routinely do something.

"Very good, everyone is here, then the regular meeting every six months is about to begin, this gray turn is my turn to preside over the meeting, the first topic is to welcome S-1080, Mu Shao'an children, you can get to know more in the future, oh, introduce yourself, old man, my name is Leng Feng, the Tianyong City Hunting Group was created by me, of course, that was eight hundred years ago, I heard that my disciples and grandchildren had some conflicts with Mu Xiaoxiao, sorry, sorry, Duoduo Haihan. ”

At this time, sitting on the main seat, an old man with gray hair, but he pulled it up and pinned it with a small wooden stick, smiled and said.

Mu Shaoan hurriedly bowed his body, and even said that he didn't dare to be, such an old guy can't be easily offended.

And the other eleven old men, the old lady is still turning a deaf ear, the sweater should be beaten, the cat is teasing, the mobile phone is playing, if you hear it right, an old man not far away is playing the landlord, don't, the voice is really harsh.

The cold front also seemed to have long been used to it, and continued: " The second topic, in the past six months, we have received a total of 312 time-traveler alerts in the fourth war zone, a total of 491 virus invasion alerts, 1290 plug-in alerts, 18 applications for advanced intervention, and no special intervention。 ”

"I've listed eighteen game worlds that need special defense, do you have any suggestions and opinions on this?"

"No, defense and defense, this word Lao Tzu has been saying for 1,200 years, but this is the way it is, no matter how much we defend, we can't eradicate the invasion of the virus, let alone curb the corruption of people's hearts, hmph, it's not just Adam and Eve who are seduced by the devil. Anyway, if you want me to support it, you can support it verbally, if you don't have people, if you want resources, you can do it!"

A drunken old Russian man with messy hair and red eyes shouted at the top of his voice, and after shouting, he fell asleep.

"Don't look at me, I'm understaffed, these little rabbits have broken into a few big holes for me recently, why do you say it's so uneasy, if only I had a capable player like Mu Xiaoxiao. Another old man snorted haha, meaning something.

As for the others, they are not even interested in verbally supporting their statements.

Leng Feng smiled bitterly, "Okay, since the order has been conveyed on this matter, it's not good for our cleaner branch not to do something, leave this matter to my people, and then move on to the third topic, there are three game worlds officially registered in our fourth war zone recently, namely Jedi Escape, Werewolf Kill, and Ghost Ops." The three game worlds have been snatched away by other departments, such as system backup, system scanning, data classification, internal testing, and firewall setting, and what our cleaner branch grabbed is special intervention, so according to the old rules-"

"What old rules, it's just to fill your pockets, fake public and private, flies and dogs, collude with each other, and act in embarrassment, I'm sorry, I don't care what happens to the rest of you, anyway, this time the special intervention right of the werewolf killing must belong to me, and I generously gave up the special intervention right of the dark souls last time, this time it will definitely not work, is it really easy to bully my old woman?"

It's really like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, the old men and old ladies who were originally drowsy were immediately passionate, and in the blink of an eye, they fought each other, or scolded the street, or pulled their hair, picked their eyes, spat on each other, and Mu Shaoan was dumbfounded, is this really the high-level of the Fourth War Zone?

However, he understands that all they are robbing now is fat, and if everyone is making excuses and pretending not to hear, it must be drudgery.

Chickens and eggs fought for a long time, and in the end, whoever won the battle got the special intervention right in the three game worlds.

Then everyone continued to sit at the table as if nothing had happened, and the old god was there.

"Ahem, okay, now move on to the fourth topic, because the old guy S-712 has been transferred to the tenth war zone, so no one cares about the special repatriation division, although it's not a good errand, but it can't be left uncharged, do you have any suggestions and recommended candidates?"

This time, as soon as Leng Feng finished speaking, a group of old men and old ladies stretched out their fingers and pointed at Mu Shao'an, good guy, unanimously approved.

"It seems that this is really what people want, Mu Xiaoxiao, then the matter is decided, if there is anything, just come to me, okay, let's disperse." ”

Before the words fell, I could only hear a swishing gust of wind blowing, and the entire huge conference room was empty, except for Mu Shaoan himself.

"Special Repatriation Division?"

Mu Shao'an muttered unconsciously, but he didn't take it to heart, these days, he was thinking about one thing, that is, the ambiguous information that his own boss revealed to him not long ago.

This information is definitely useful, but there is no way to start at the moment, Cynthia's memory cannot be backed up, so in addition to the one in his own hand, the rest, if there is any, then it can only be in the hands of one person, the branch system of the third war zone.

However, not to mention that he couldn't see the branch system of the Third War Zone at all, what could he do if he did? Even his own boss couldn't do anything about it.

So, he had to think of a different way.

"Dididi!"

The phone in the pocket suddenly buzzed, this is a special edition phone of the Chaos Base, which can replace system information, mainly because after returning to the real world, those system information cannot be entered into the mind in real time.

Turn on the answer button, and immediately a cold, mechanical voice sounds, basically similar to ordinary system information.

"Number S-1080, you have been confirmed as the head of the Special Repatriation Division of the Fourth Theater Division of Cleaners, and the relevant authority and responsibilities and data have been delivered in a timely manner, please confirm that you have received it. ”

"Designated S-1080, a request for assistance from the Special Repatriation Division, twelve prisoners in custody have successfully escaped from prison one minute ago, due to the special status of the prisoners, extremely dangerous, please go to deal with it immediately, indicating that the case has been promptly reported to the Fourth Theater Branch System. ”

"What?"

Although Mu Shaoan knew that this special repatriation division must be a place without oil and water, he didn't expect that this was still a mess.

Those cunning old guys must have done it on purpose.

Although he scolded in his heart, Mu Shaoan quickly teleported back from the real world to the so-called Special Repatriation Division Prison in the Fourth War Zone.

At this time, he already knew a little about this place, and said that it was a special repatriation, but in fact it was somewhat similar to an ordinary repatriation.

Ordinary repatriation is to catch the traverser, catch the reincarnation, and after catching it, he will be beaten for a while, and then thrown to the new barracks to return to the furnace again, and be a new person, to ensure that there is nothing wrong.

And the special repatriation is much more complicated, these people are also traversers, but they are aboriginal NPCs in the game world, usually the situation is like this, due to the relationship of the virus, or some program errors, resulting in them passively crossing, in short, this is a benign BUG, so you can't treat it roughly, you have to find a way to send them back to the original world, and erase their memory.

In short, it's a very cumbersome and annoying thing to listen to.

When Mu Shaoan hurried to the prison of the Special Repatriation Division, he saw a group of NPC guards staring wide-eyed there, and the place they were looking at was a large hole corroded by some kind of foul-smelling liquid, and the prisoner escaped from here.

"What's going on?"

"Sir, the prisoner in cell 039 had mutated this morning, and we were about to examine it when it went berserk and fled, along with 11 other prisoners. ”

A heavily armed NPC soldier stepped forward and saluted in reply.

"Why can't you kill it on the spot? Why don't you catch it back immediately?" Mu Shao'an asked in a deep voice, he now felt that this NPC soldier was too rigid.

"Sir, the prisoners are important players in the world of Resident Evil and cannot be killed, we have hunted them down before, but they escaped quickly, they may have escaped back to the world of Resident Evil, and we have no authority to pursue them. ”

"What? What are you kidding, this is the headquarters building of the Fourth War Zone, and the number of anti-drug hunters who come and go here every day is counted as 100,000, and you tell me that they just fled with such a swagger?" Mu Shaoan really felt ridiculous.

"Sir, there was a group of zombie hunters preparing to enter the mission world, so it may have been mixed in with them. ”

"Zombies, you say those twelve prisoners are zombies?"

Mu Shaoan's eyes widened again.

"Report chief, yes, they're all biochemical tyrants from the world of Resident Evil!"

"What?12 tyrants!"

Mu Shaoan gasped, numb, whether this matter was premeditated or his luck was too bad, anyway, this matter is in big trouble.