"Bang bang bang." Thin golden arcs of electricity flickered between fingertips and skin, and the cold corpse lying on the dissecting table twitched slightly, like Frankenstein about to wake up from his long sleep. "Strange ......," Dvoru muttered to himself, retracting his fingers, "The time of death is still very short, but the memories cannot be retrieved at all, could it be that too long of a poor life has damaged brain function and caused the activity of brain cells to decline?" He looked at the corpse of Zhuoligtu in confusion, the years of slum life had made him skinny, the screen next to the dissecting table showed that he weighed only forty-seven kilograms, and the inferior alcohol had completely destroyed the liver of the former Brotherhood researcher.

"Cause of death...... What is this?" Dvoru picked up a slender black metal rod from a tray beside him, "...... "He looked at the broken needle in his hand, the diameter of the needle was consistent with the fatal wound on the deceased's forehead, and there was no burn around the wound, indicating that the firing needle was not fired from a gunpowder weapon at close range.

The blonde man thought for a moment, then carefully stepped over the unconscious body of the medical examiner on the ground to another dissecting table, on which lay a male corpse with a Y-shaped cut on his chest, his dark skin and well-developed muscles indicating that he was a trained warrior. The corpse had a deep hole in the Adam's apple, and the wound almost ran through the entire neck, cutting off the spinal cord and killing the soldier instantly. "Has the weapon been recovered? Looks like ...... Needle?" Dvoru did not find the appropriate weapon in the tray next to him that caused the wound.

He slowly reached out his fingers and approached the forehead of the male corpse, and electric sparks flashed, and the corpse's orbicularis oculi muscle was stimulated, and he began to blink incessantly, and the air poured out of the hole in his throat into a terrifying and mournful cry. "Found you, Oriental. A smile appeared from the corner of the commissioner's mouth, "Quite clever makeup, I can't wait to tear off the mask and see your true face...... Now that I have your taste, I can't get rid of me anymore, friend......"

At this moment, there was a commotion outside, and the stumble of footsteps of military boots running over the marble floor rang out, "Did you find it?" the blonde man sighed softly, withdrew his slender fingers, and slowly disappeared into the darkness by the door of the autopsy room.

Five minutes later, the Mongol army surrounded the Zamyn-Uud police station, and cameras showed an attack on the medical examiner's office and morgue on the basement level, but the signal was interfered with by radio waves and the intruder was not visible. The soldiers found three unconscious forensic doctors in the autopsy room, with no visible external injuries and no signs of damage or missing items in the room. The Mongolian soldiers picked up walkie-talkies and reported the situation to the command vehicle, and the order they received was: "There is no need to continue the investigation, return to the garrison point and stand by." ”

Twenty-five minutes later, a long-vacant building on the commercial street near the train station appeared, and a blonde man in a suit slowly climbed the stairs, made a round around the second floor, thoughtfully stroked the wall, looked down at the slime on his fingertips, and then pressed his hand against the concrete wall to send out an electric current, "Drift net!" The charge covered all the surfaces of the entire room, and the potential difference caused by different materials, positions, and shapes formed a complete virtual model in the commissioner's mind, and a circle of cuts on the wall that were barely visible to the naked eye appeared. The blonde man used his fingertips to send out a high-heat arc to cut along the circular gap, and the concrete block fell with a thud, and he stepped through the hole in the wall to the next room, fiddling thoughtfully with the tie knot: "Stayed here for a while, didn't you, where do you go next? Fortunately, it didn't rain, and the ionized odor molecules should still be enough...... Don't run too far during this time. ”

Forty minutes later, there was a scream in a room at the Haibor Hotel in Zamyn-Uud, which quickly disappeared, and the waiter did not call the police, but told the manager on duty, because the city was under martial law, the hotel was rarely full of stranded passengers, and the manager was rushing to go through the formalities, replying, "Wait a while, if there is still a shout, I will check again." The waiter returned to the 8th floor and finished cleaning the two guest rooms, and heard screams and cries for help from room 804 again, she opened the door and found a businessman surnamed Zhang from China lying on the floor, covered in excrement, and his hands and feet were convulsing. Until the ambulance arrived, the businessman surnamed Zhang refused to say who had attacked him, only presumed that he had a seizure, and the Mongolian soldiers truthfully reported the situation, and received the order: "There is no need to continue the investigation, return to the garrison point and stand by." ”

Forty minutes later, a black Volvo S80 sedan came to the customs near the south side of Highway 1 and asked to leave Zamyn-Uud and go to China, the soldiers stopped the vehicle and found a fit European with long blond hair sitting behind the wheel, and immediately reported the situation to the commander, "Hold him for five minutes by all means, and I will be there at once!" The major officer roared on the other end of the walkie-talkie, "If he is not there when I arrive, you will be in big trouble, Master Chief!"

The soldier put down the earpiece in a cold sweat and saluted the blonde man: "First, sir, our commander is on his way, he asks you to wait five minutes, please cooperate with us, sir." ”

"Five minutes?" Dvoru's eyes swept over the time displayed on the HUD, "Five minutes is time that can be wasted, and I'll honestly wait." He shifted his body to find a more comfortable position in the soft driver's seat, "But if the deadline is exceeded, you will have to compensate me for the loss." ”

"Thank you, sir......" Master Chief bowed and stepped back, his right hand holding the assault rifle was trembling, he was a veteran of a hundred battles, and he was no stranger to the threat of death, but his hand, which was as solid as a rock in the rain of bullets, involuntarily trembled violently today, and he instinctively wanted to stay away from this black car, a little further.

Three minutes later, an armored communications vehicle equipped with a huge satellite dish came at high speed, and before the car could stop, the major opened the back door and jumped down, yelling: "Everyone leave, a hundred yards of warning area, remove the surveillance equipment, now!"

The well-trained soldiers immediately turned off the cameras and evacuated the sentry post, forming a circular cordon from a distance, the major tidied up his military uniform, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and walked quickly to the driver's seat window of the Volvo car and stood up and saluted: "Has-Erdun, deputy commander of the Special Independent Regiment of the Second Motorized Rifle Division of the Mongolian Army, salutes you,...... No, Has-Erdun, a third-level peripheral member of the Brotherhood, salutes you, Your Excellency!"

“...... Who are you?" Dvoru looked at him a little strangely, "but punctuality, I appreciate that. ”

"You don't know me, Senator, but my direct commander, Major General Chaganbara, my direct commander and deputy divisional commander, warned me a long time ago that the Templar Lords of the Cross of Thorns may come to our backwoods, and as a peripheral member of the Brotherhood, it is our natural mission to receive you, sir!"

"Chaganbala......" Dworu frowned and recalled, and suddenly snapped his fingers: "By the way, he's from Samael, right? I'm not familiar with the people of the Wrath Messenger, but Chaganbala should be a member of the Round Table within a hundred ranks, right?"

"Yes sir!" replied Major Has-Erdun, cheerfully, "you remember him! Lord Chaganbala, who was ranked 82nd, brought me into the Brotherhood family, and this morning he informed me that a brother of a very noble status was coming to Mongolia, and I could guess your identity as soon as I heard the soldier's description!"

The commissioner smiled helplessly: "Samael is the department in charge of large-scale armed operations, and the Temple Thorn Cross is a department independent of the seven departments, responsible for assaults, covert operations, and punishments, and we don't have much interest in each other, so why do you pay so much attention to me?"

Major Has-Erdun looked left and right, leaned down against the Volvo, and whispered, "Because he is the same as you, he is a son of God from Lucifer, and neither is a proto, but a modulator......" Before he could finish his words, his voice suddenly choked in his throat, and the Major was horrified to find that he had lost control of the muscles of his whole body, every muscle fiber was twitching involuntarily, even the ciliary muscles of the eyes lost power, the shape of the lens slowly changed, and his vision became blurred.

A finger broke through the skin and pierced his skull from the side of his mandible, and a high-voltage arc occurred from the end of his spinal cord, directly paralyzing his nervous system, and a voice came from far and near in his ears: "These things were told to you by Chaganbala? This is the highest secret that is strictly forbidden to be heard, he has no right to say, and you have no right to listen." ”

The Major tried with all his strength to explain, but could not utter a word. At this time, the numbness in the throat suddenly lessened, and some of the muscles returned to the control of the body, "You still have a chance to say a word, Brother Haas Erdun." I am about to execute you as Vice-Deacon of the Cross of Thorns of the Temple, so please leave your last words. ”

"Giggle...... Major struggled to make a sound, "Your Excellency, Councillor...... It's not, it's not what Master Chaganbala told me, I've been chosen by Lucifer to be concocted by Lucifer as one of the four lucky ones in this issue, and this information is what I saw and saw at the Seraph's headquarters......"

"Is that so?"

Dworu's expression did not change, but Major Has-Erdun clearly felt that the control of the muscles was returning to his own body piece by piece, "Yes, I'm sorry, Councillor...... I should have explained first......" Cold sweat dripped down, and he felt that there was no strength in his body, and his teeth clicked and apologized.

"Now it's going to be four people a year? The commissioner said thoughtfully, pulling his fingers out of the other's skin, not a drop of blood on their fingertips.