"At 4:30 today, there was an unprecedented rainfall in the 4th arrondissement......"

"Experts from the Psion Research Institute believe that this anomaly is similar to the rainfall that occurred in District 17 a few months ago......"

"Counterintelligence has intervened in the investigation......"

In the early morning, the food court is filled with the sound of news channel reports, and Vadim is alone and gobbling up a bamboo skewer of kebab in his hand.

This unexpected "cream rain" gave him a blessing in disguise and enough respite.

It wasn't until after dawn that the cream that blocked the streets of the 4th arrondissement began to melt, and in the sunlight, it quickly turned into water like melting snow and disappeared in less than half an hour.

Vadim was the only one in the huge barbecue shop at the moment, and when this uninvited guest arrived, the owner closed the door very interestingly and hung up the closure notice.

Not long ago, the Bureau of Anomalous Investigation issued warrants for Troy and Vadim, making them the most wanted criminals in the 4th District.

Who would have thought that a wanted criminal would dare to appear in a food street with a huge flow of people?

The boss barbecued with his head bored, and he didn't even dare to take a breath of air, for fear that this vicious gangster would be unhappy and cut him down.

According to the Bureau's bounty order, Vadim had killed a senior agent of the Bureau of Investigation before that, an act that undoubtedly declared war on the coalition government's justice system, but for them, the ordinary citizens who did business, the words only conveyed a message to them.

- Vadim is a terrorist who has been cornered at the moment.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the owner of the barbecue restaurant to no longer have to face the torment alone.

This shop welcomes a customer who is not long-eyed.

The dusty middle-aged man ignored the shop closure notice, his goggles covered in wind and sand, and he looked like he had just come out of the desert.

However, there is no desert around the fourth arrondissement, so the boss guesses that this must be a group performance of some crew, intending to fill his stomach before the start of today's shooting, and he will face many similar people every morning.

Soon, the boss found that the middle-aged man not only did not have long eyes, but also could not comprehend his eyes at all.

On more than one occasion, he had taken advantage of Vadim's inattention, warned him to leave, and then informed the Investigation Bureau that Vadim, a repeat offender, was here, so that he might still be able to find a chance of survival.

"Guest, you ......"

Looking at the middle-aged man who was sitting beside Vadim, the boss wanted to scold, but he was afraid that his overly fierce words would be easily slashed by Vadim, so he could only temporarily change his words, "What do you want to order?" ”

"Same as him."

"Okay."

The boss squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and picked up the prepared synthetic ingredients.

He was sure that he was a pure fool.

And in his opinion, another characteristic of a fool is that he is inexplicably talkative, and the middle-aged man seems to have heard the news in the store, and while waiting, he commented, "The 'cream rain' that envelops the whole city has not encountered such an interesting ability for a long time...... By the way, boss, add more spicy, the kind that wants to be spicy. ”

Finally, Vadim seems to be finally unbearable for the middle-aged man.

The moment he put down the barbecue skewer, a scorching blade slashed through a crimson light.

For this uninvited guest, he has a different opinion than the boss.

There are not many fools in the fourth district, and judging from his experience in the seventeenth district, the real fools have long died in the corners of the fringe cities, and they have no chance to come to this core city at all.

More often than not, pursuers disguised as passers-by or fools.

Men don't act in the same way as people in the public service, but rather killers who are active in the black market.

It was too easy for him to cut off the head of a self-righteous man.

However, Lady Luck seems to have played a joke on him again.

The moment the thermal cutting blade was about to touch the middle-aged man, it disappeared without a trace along with his arm, and the man didn't even blink his eyes at his sudden attack, still calmly looking at the morning news that was playing on the screen of the barbecue restaurant.

There was no pain, and Vadim could still feel his empty arm.

As he tried to move away from the man, the missing arm revealed little by little.

Since the transplantation of Overload Type IV, his fortune seems to have hit rock bottom, in the words of the "Blue Eyes" company, after he completed his "evolution", he can count the number of people who can pose a threat to him in the fourth district, but he encountered one of them in his first operation, and most of his prosthetic body was destroyed.

And now, he just found a barbecue restaurant to fill his stomach, and then met an unpredictable person.

The boss was naturally stunned by the scene just now, and couldn't help but blurt out, "You are a public official of the coalition government, and you are here to arrest him?" ”

In his mind, only members of the Special Operations Unit could deal with criminals of Vadim's level.

"No, of course not, as I said earlier, I have just come to the 4th arrondissement, I have come to meet an old friend, and you ......"

The middle-aged man propped his chin in his left hand and looked at Vadim with interest, "There is something similar to him in your body, and you are his believer?" Strange, if it was his followers, why would they put such a thing in their bodies? ”

Believer?

Unlike the bewildered barbecue restaurant owner, Vadim suddenly thought of something.

In the end, the Blue-Eyed company did not explain more about the Church, only vaguely mentioning that the Church existed in the Dark Ages, and that someone had changed the history of that period, so that many people and things that once existed in the past have disappeared forever.

How the Church was destroyed, who the Son really was, and who the war was against is still shrouded in fog.

Even though "Blue Eyes" and the military technology behind her can only speculate on what happened in the Dark Ages based on various clues, this dusty middle-aged man seems to know something about that era.

"I'm not a believer in anyone, some say it's this thing in my head that has something to do with the person you're looking for."

In the words of the Blue-Eyed folks, all "overload" systems are a poor imitation of time control, and the limits of their current research ultimately stop at the concept of speed.

The next moment, a strange scream broke the atmosphere of the store.

The boss was stunned by this sudden scene, he could hardly believe his eyes - before Vadim could finish speaking, the middle-aged man's raised hand touched his head, and then Vadim's head disappeared in front of him!

Vadim remained in the same sitting position as he spoke, but left behind only a headless "corpse".

"No wonder, it makes sense."

The middle-aged man was thoughtful, and after a moment, his hand left Vadim, whose head reappeared like Fang Cai's arm.

Vadim himself seemed to be frightened by the scene.

His eyes were wide open, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

"I didn't expect them to continue these meaningless research...... It's a pity, I thought I could catch up with an old friend I hadn't seen for many years this time, but nine times out of ten things in life were unsatisfactory, this is what he told me. ”

The middle-aged man quickly adjusted his disappointment and said, "But at least I met some interesting little ones on this trip, and by the way, since I did, I will remind you that they are not a good thing in your head, and it is slowly eating away at your life." ”

“…… What happens next for me? ”

For some reason, Vadim couldn't help but ask.

He always felt that this middle-aged man of unknown origin might be able to answer the doubts that had accumulated in his heart.

The real purpose of "blue eyes" and military technology, as well as the history that has been eliminated......

"What, I look like a fortune teller?"

Despite what the middle-aged man said, his outstretched index finger was pressed against Vadim's head.

In a trance, Vadim's gaze drifted away from the barbecue restaurant.

In front of him was a magnificent building, a palace in a predominantly black tone, which looked like a cage.

Vadim didn't know where he was, he was so small that his perspective could only look up at the palace in front of him.

Every compartment in the palace was closed, and he could barely make out a few of the labels:

"Time" - "Overload Type IV"

"Nothingness" - "Invisible Position"

"Order" - "Gravity Type II"

……

These nouns are followed by prosthetics that he has seen or heard of.

Vadim's presence was too short, and when he wanted to step forward, his gaze returned to reality, and in the strong contrast, the dawn of the morning was particularly dazzling, and he noticed that the middle-aged man's index finger had left his head, and the owner of the barbecue restaurant had already served him a barbecue, and the middle-aged man had begun to put the finishing touches on him.

"That's where you're going, where your consciousness will be there for a long time and will be used over and over again...... It's a shame they're able to research this kind of thing. ”

As he spoke, the door of the barbecue restaurant was opened.

At some point, someone surrounded the place.

It appeared to be an agent from the Bureau of Anomalous Investigation, and he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd, or more accurately, many familiar voices.

The uniform blue eyes and the brilliance they emitted made Vadim not know for a moment whether he should choose to run away.

Soon, Vadim realized that the agents of the Bureau of Investigation were not coming for themselves.

This was also the first time he could see different emotions in the eyes of the "blue eyes", and they seemed to be full of jealousy of this middle-aged man who did not look amazing.

"By agreement between us, you shouldn't be here."

One of the "blue eyes" said that it seemed that a war was about to break out.

The middle-aged man who fell into the siege looked nonchalant, "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to meet an old friend this time, and I'm not interested in this city or what you're doing here." ”

……………………………………

At the same time, Song Lan, who was far away at the Eden Hotel, sneezed, and the sneezing shook him and sat up from the bed.

At this point, Lu Xiang had already gone to the Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau.

After all, during last night's operation, the entire B section of the Bureau of Investigation was razed, and the suspect suspected of killing the five-star rescuer was also rescued by the same party, but fortunately, a "cream rain" in the second half of the night diverted the attention of the council and made them focus all their energy on chasing Gustav.

They weren't willing to let a psychic who could cover the entire city fly away right under their noses.

The coalition government is employing people, and the six-star rescuers should also attract more excellent blood.

Song Lan highly praised Gustav's approach, the cream blocked the road, causing the traffic of the whole city to come to a standstill, and he had already seen through everything and returned to his room before the rainstorm arrived, and it was not until a sneeze just now that he woke him from his sleep.

He is a reliable man, and you can always trust Gustav.

Lu Xiang intimately closed the curtains for him before leaving, but for some reason, a strange feeling came to his heart.

Food court.

Those three words popped into his mind.

Hungry.

Song Lan quickly figured out why, and he glanced around the empty room.

In Lao Lu's absence, his interest in cooking himself has dropped by 95%, and for him, a chance taste of synthetic ingredients can be regarded as a novel experience, at least the popular food in District 4 is not so bad that it is difficult to swallow.

He sat on the bed for a few more moments, and finally chose the former between eating and continuing to sleep, and automatically ignored the 7 missed calls from Guan Lili on the phone screen.

Not working overtime is one of his life creeds, and their program team has collected enough material last night, and it is natural that they should rest today.

No matter what others say, Song Lan thinks so.

However, today's food court was much more lively than he expected, and the Investigation Bureau pulled up a fence outside and drove everyone out.

Song Lan quietly blended into the crowd and gave full play to the eavesdropping technique, in this kind of crowded place, there will always be a civilian intelligence master.

"I've heard that a felon, wanted by the Bureau of Investigation, has infiltrated the food court!"

In just a few minutes, Song Lan got the result he wanted.

But it was this short sentence that made his mood extremely solemn.

Gustav had already taken advantage of the chaos to leave the Fourth Ward last night with Monica and Troy, so at this moment there is only one person who can be called a felon, and can attract so many agents.

Vadim.

Folks——!

Are you alright, fellow!

Just when Song Lan was secretly worried about Vadim, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

The petite figure was holding a bottle of strawberry milk in his hand and was stopped outside by the barrier, his face full of disbelief.

Facing the agents of the Bureau of Investigation who pulled up the barrier, she seemed to be trying to convey a meaning with her eyes.

- When Franconia comes, I'm going to shark you all!

Thanks to Gaius Octavian for the 2,500 starting coins!

The small theater is two hundred and thirty-three:

Thursday, evening, year, month, day

It has been a long time since the "Night Heron Storm", and after some difficult years of haggard heart, Song Lan's life has finally returned to normal.

One of the main reasons is that the night heron children have found a new interest.

Container trucks.

In order to collect cartoon cards from the rescuers of Chloe Films, she has emptied the buckets of instant noodles from several supermarkets near her apartment.

When she showed off the cards she had collected to Song Lan, all the children's instant noodles were gone, and even if it wasn't for Yelu taking the initiative to mention her interest in collecting cards, Song Lan wouldn't have found out that she had bought out all the instant noodles from the nearby supermarket.

"It's convenient to eat so much, and it's not good to face your health!"

But as soon as this sentence came out, Song Lan felt that it seemed to be a bit excessive.

Because Night Heron is different from those picky eaters who like junk food, eating instant noodles does not affect her from appearing at the dinner table on time every day.

This touched on Song Lan's knowledge blind spot.

When she ate a lot of junk food and nutritious meals at the same time, Song Lan didn't know if it was good for her body.

"Why did you suddenly like the collection card?"

"Because Sister Lu Xiang said that she would introduce me to some new friends soon."

"New friends?"

"Look, here's a picture of them!"

Night Heron clicked on the photo album of his mobile phone, and the background of the photo was an endless desert, in which several mutated creatures of the crab family were proudly gesturing their pincers towards the camera.

(End of chapter)