The other side.

When Melissa came out of the Blackheart's clinic, the Terrorist Squad uniform was already stained red with blood, and she clenched her fists for a long time before she retracted the scorching blade.

She had already advised Ulan not to deal with these people in the black clinic, and he agreed on the surface, but behind his back, he commissioned them to modify the prosthetic body.

The Terrorist Squad members have a special status, they usually have a fixed location for maintenance treatment, they will not be accepted by legal prosthetic hospitals, and only those shady clinics will accept this kind of surgery - for them, as long as they can afford it, the patient's identity does not matter.

There were no more people standing in the clinic.

The long-lost pleasure of killing is indescribable, but at the same time, the night makes her a little confused.

She didn't know what she could change by leading people into these black clinics, deep down, all of them actually knew that this was completely a venting act, and the people who killed Ulan were from the counterintelligence department, but those people were protected by the laws of the coalition government.

The authorities are trying to explain this as an accident caused by cyber psychosis, and pressure the top brass on both sides to stop it, and in this situation, the first to start the war is undoubtedly against the High Council and the coalition government as a whole.

The people in the black clinic have never been protected by the laws of the coalition government, and it seems that their venting behavior is acquiesced by the higher-ups.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

An unfamiliar mobile phone ringtone rang in her ears, and the sound seemed to come from her, but it was not her mobile phone ringtone.

She rummaged through the uniform of the Terrorist Task Force for a while, only to find the strange phone that had been put in at some point.

But......

How is this possible?

During non-mission periods, the Titan Squad uniform is locked in a separate closet for each person, and needs to be scanned with the corresponding prosthetic eye to unlock it.

The caller ID is a string of garbled characters.

The constant ringing of the bell made her feel restless and restless, and for some reason, the default ringtone of the system seemed to be trying to arouse her inner restlessness.

For example, breaking into the building of the counterintelligence service alone.

That's what Ulan did.

Before he was killed, he took out several of the so-called elite.

Melissa avoided the rest of the team, found a secluded corner, and answered the phone.

"Captain Melissa."

On the other end of the phone came a murky voice, as if it had been processed by sound encryption technology.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

"I don't have any purpose, I just want to ask you a question, are you satisfied?"

"What?"

"Is that enough? Take your anger out on a group of people who aren't very relevant to the death of your comrades, and convince yourself that you've got your revenge......"

"Who the hell are you?"

"You should know the answer to that question."

The voice paused, "Think about why you're here, and who you're talking to, you'll know the answer from the beginning." ”

……

"I've finally found you, Captain!"

Suddenly there was a call from behind him, and he trotted all the way to Melissa and said, "The director told you to go back to the bureau immediately!" ”

"You didn't see me ......"

When the words came to her lips, Melissa was suddenly stunned, she was indeed talking to someone just now, but the mobile phone that came from nowhere was missing, as if it had never appeared.

The team members also looked at her with stunned eyes.

"It's okay, let's go back to the bureau first."

Melissa froze.

Receiving non-existent phone calls and hearing voices from unknown sources bode well for a former cyberpsychopath, and if a psychiatrist or counterintelligence member becomes aware of it, she may have to be treated in isolation immediately.

If it was in normal times, she would have the right to give herself a long vacation, but now that Ulan has just died, there are still many things to be resolved, and she must not go in at such a time.

When he saw the director, the other party was already full of sadness.

Melissa had never had a good impression of the bureau chief, who was a normal person in a group of cyber maniacs who wanted to keep an eye on them.

"Melissa, I know that Ulan is your comrade-in-arms, and his death has a great impact on you."

Seeing Melissa covered in blood, the director's face became even more solemn, all of which showed that Melissa's spirit was in an extremely unstable state.

Unlike Melissa, who would have been on a few days of suspension, it was entirely possible that she would have broken into the building of the Counterintelligence Unit alone during the period of suspension, and when negotiating with the other party, the Counterintelligence Department specifically suggested Melissa's name, which they believed was as emotionally unstable as Ulan.

This is evidenced by the recording.

When the two detectives went to summon Ulan, they almost had a fight with Melissa, and if Ulan hadn't persuaded her to stop, the situation at that time would have been difficult to deal with.

Although he argued on the grounds that the agents of the Counterintelligence Service had broken down the door first and provoked a dispute, the High Council seemed to consider that the Counterintelligence Service had lost more this time, and therefore agreed to their request.

The premise of this is that Melissa is suspended from work and investigated, and he can only secure a third-party MI7 investigation for Melissa to avoid retaliation from the counterintelligence services.

"Director, you have something to say."

"After a meeting just now, we thought you should probably take a break for a while, which is good for you and all of us."

"I don't have any plans to rest yet, at least until the whole thing is clearly explained."

"Sorry, just some precautions......"

The Director didn't give her room to negotiate, but opened the drawer, took out a pistol from it, and aimed it at Melissa's eyebrows.

And the moment she saw the barrel, Melissa reacted reflexively.

The swing of her blade sliced off her spear-wielding right hand, blood splattered onto the white ceiling, and she leapt onto the table like a deft predator, the blade already pointed at the Chief's throat.

She didn't hesitate in her movements, and there was even a hint of joy in her heart.

She had fantasized about a similar picture a long time ago.

These images would involuntarily pop up in her mind whenever the director gave them some not-so-pleasant instructions, and now she had turned her fantasy into reality.

Just as the blade was about to pierce the director's throat, an arc of lightning slashed through her brain.

This was followed by a series of system error messages.

Her vision was obscured, and she fell to the ground due to inertia, and when her consciousness was about to fall into darkness, she heard the sound of breaking down the door.

Melissa suddenly understood Ulan.

No wonder he would rather take a huge risk to go to the black clinic, if only in a second or two at night, she would have been able to cut off the other person's head.

"I'm fine, it's a prosthetic."

Seeing the MI7 agent breaking through the door, the director touched his throat with his other hand until Melissa convulsed and fell into a coma, and his skin seemed to feel the hot sensation of the thermal cutting blade.

He didn't know which sentence he had provoked Melissa, he just wanted to take out the documents handed over to MI7 from the drawer, and his arm was directly cut off by the other party.

All of this happened in a second, and before he could react, he saw his arm that picked up the document fly out.

"Her prosthesis has been deactivated, but you'd better keep an eye on her."

The director reassured the agents that he didn't want to offend the counterintelligence services just after that, and Melissa turned around and went on a killing spree in MI7.

He thought of something again, and said to the two of them, "Melissa is usually in a normal mental state, and today she was stimulated. ”

"You don't have to worry about the rest of the matter."

The agent gestured to the chief's empty arm, "You should go to the prosthetic hospital right away." ”

………………………………

Melissa chopped off their chief's arm before being taken away by MI7.

A few minutes later, Jock received the news.

Although the process was a bit tortuous, the war was finally quelled by them, and since everyone was taken away by MI7, the counterintelligence services should have nothing to say.

All day, he was dealing with all this that had been stabbed out by 'domination'.

But they are helpless to take this "expert", because once they encounter a really difficult problem, they still need to be dealt with by the other party.

For example, the upcoming Six Star Rescuers Conference.

If you want to take them down, you must rely on more power than them.

And he, Jock, had only one wish, that is, before the six-star rescuer meeting began, there would be no more moths, and he really didn't want to hear those urging calls......

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong-"

The phone on the table responded to Jock's anticipation, which made his face gloomy to the point that he almost wanted to slap the phone screen to pieces.

But seeing the caller ID, he still connected the phone.

It was the head of the Enforcement Division's department who called him.

The other party also directly stated the reason for the call, "Councillor, I think there is one thing you should know, Mr. Hogg just gave us an ultimatum to find out at all costs the violence that has led to the recent frequent. ”

"Hogg?"

Jock laughed angrily.

He couldn't understand this old friend of his at all.

He remembered warning the other party not to get involved in these problems again, and the only explanation was that Hogg was really crazy, and so mad that even Hogg probably didn't know what he was doing.

"I know, I'll let him know."

Hanging up, Jock dialed Hogg's number as soon as possible.

He was now full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

But when the call was answered, he had to be patient again, and asked as softly as he could, "The head of the Enforcer's department contacted me just now, Hogg, and I hope you can give me an explanation." ”

"They moved the folks of the Foster family."

"Excuse me, which of them is from the Foster family?"

"The department director who was killed by that thug called Allman."

Hogg knew that Jock would definitely call him, so he had a good reason in place.

And even more coincidentally, he investigates that the director who was shot and killed by Allman has more than once claimed that he has a connection to the Foster family, and although Hogg never knew that such a person existed, he decided that from now on, this dead director is a distant relative that he personally certified.

"Jock, you know our way of doing things."

He said coldly, "The Foster family will take revenge if they have revenge. ”