Half an hour after the anonymous text message was sent, the Department of Homeland Security went into action.

Several armoured vehicles drove through the streets, perhaps learning the lessons of the early morning operation, which did not use drones again, and the people who got out of the armoured vehicles quickly began to evacuate the crowd.

"Well, the one over there wearing a bulletproof vest is the teacher of the "Danger Prevention" class."

Lu Xiang pointed to the commander in the makeshift command center, she felt that the most wonderful thing about time travel was this, at this time, the teacher's beard was not white, and the problem of hair loss had not yet become a problem.

In the same way, the teacher always has that unsmiling expression.

It can be seen that this commander is now in a rather angry state, and Song Lan can't help but be a little curious, "Has he always been so angry?" ”

"That's not really, he's just a little stricter, and now he's angry because of the psionic research institute."

Lu Xiang blinked, "I hacked into their communication system, and the Department of Homeland Security contacted the research institute as soon as possible, hoping that they would stop this delivery, but it was refused. ”

Just a quarter of an hour ago, a heated argument broke out over the phone.

The dove believes that the information received by the Department of Homeland Security is unfounded nonsense, and that they must complete the delivery today.

If you dig deeper, it must be RT1 and their fellow who gave an ultimatum to the dove, ordering him to send this car of psychic to the "delivery location" anyway, the main purpose of which is to ensure that Benjamin can detonate Qi Yun's humanoid psionic bomb in the area near the commercial center.

Lu Xiang and Song Lan also moved from the bus stop to the high-rise buildings in the block opposite the commercial center.

Infiltrating the work did not pose any hindrance, they changed into suits and white shirts, looking like authentic company people, Lu Xiang put down the binoculars and helped Song Lan straighten his tie.

Song Lan has always disliked this kind of overly formal attire, as long as he can slip away, he will definitely not participate in any kind of departmental gathering.

But now, Song Lan must admit that the uniforms of the company's people also have their merits.

Ever since he infiltrated this company that he didn't even pay attention to, he has always felt some inexplicable excitement, perhaps because this kind of action itself is full of exciting elements, of course, it may also be because Lu Xiang also changed into a company skirt, and the white shirt Lu Xiang found seemed to be one size smaller, tightly pulling out the outline of her figure.

In all fairness, Lu Xiang's figure has always been very good.

It's just that she has never liked clothes that can outline her figure, and the uniform of the counterintelligence department is equipped with a built-in bulletproof lining, and no matter how good the figure is, it can be padded into a flat tablet.

Lu Xiang emphasized to him more than once that the situation of wearing high heels to the battlefield can only appear in virtual games, and those who can still walk like flying under artillery fire in high heels are obviously not normal people.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Song Lan had been silent, Lu Xiang asked strangely.

"I'm thinking."

"Thinking? I'm just going to introduce you to the teachers of our Hazard Prevention class. ”

"Well, I know, so he belongs to a special person and needs to be marked."

Song Lan took her eyes off Lu Xiang, looked at the commander who was giving orders in the intelligence command center in the distance, pretended to pick up the binoculars, and then ......

The commander was red.

It wasn't an exaggeration or an artistic rhetoric, but the Commander was genuinely red, as if he had been marked by a tactical eyepiece, and his red silhouette could be seen even through the walls.

The people around the commander seemed to be unaware of this, and were still busy with the task at hand in an orderly manner.

"What are you doing!"

Lu Xiang's eyes were dark, and every day he spent with Song Lan was full of outrageousness.

"Press and press Q to mark important people."

Song Lan forcibly explained, he admitted that he was distracted by something dazzling just now, so much so that he made a subconscious behavior after switching targets, "This is so that we can find out his movements later, and ensure his safety during the operation as much as possible." ”

If there were a quest panel in reality, they should be prompted by the new quest now.

"Ensure the safety of the commander."

"Who told you to tag him!"

"Don't worry, I did make a mistake just now, I'll adjust it."

Song Lan picked up the telescope again and looked at the commander who was shrouded in a red outline, and after about two seconds, the commander had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The silhouette that enveloped him turned from red to blue.

"This is foolproof, blue represents your own people."

"Are you an elementary school student?"

Lu Xiang originally wanted to reprimand Song Lan, but this blue border made her heart throb a little inexplicably after looking at it for a long time, and she suddenly felt that it was like biting her ears with her table mates in class, and secretly giving the teacher a nickname in private.

It turns out that the experience of desertion in class is so amazing.

She did miss a lot in Daystar, she listened carefully to every class at that time, and she didn't even have time to desert, and another important reason is likely to be that Daystar didn't have someone like Song Lan who was skinny enough to mark the teacher with a blue border.

Another characteristic of the dumb bird is its hard beak.

As long as he is given time to react, he can always make up a set of crooked heresies, at this time, Song Lan has already recovered from the white shirt incident, and quibbled, "Benjamin Abel is not a person who is willing to give up, once he finds that the humanoid psionic bomb does not work, he will inevitably use the authority granted to him by RT1 to launch an attack on the peacekeeping forces of the Department of Homeland Security!" ”

Benjamin's enemies refer to him as a kraft candy being, and it is impossible for such a person to call a surrender vote when the situation is slightly against the wind.

Song Lan's worries were very reasonable, but Lu Xiang felt that this was an excuse made up by the other party temporarily, and this guy was definitely thinking about some ulterior secrets when he was silent just now.

She regretted a little that she had given Song Lan time to react.

He still talked eloquently, "And this is also Qi He's last chance for them, once Qi Yun is twisted into RT1's hands with the convoy, it will be impossible to rescue her." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Create chaos, the bigger the chaos, the better."

Judging from the current situation, Qi Yun's competition has formed a four-way scuffle.

On the surface, the Homeland Security Agency's peacekeeping forces and spiritual ability research institutes are secretly eyeing Qi He and Benjamin, but he feels that the situation can be more chaotic.

Lu Xiang just mentioned that Angre Safron has been recalled by the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations, and the higher-ups now urgently need someone to take responsibility for the loss of this morning's operation, and this first-level detective who always likes to act alone is undoubtedly the best candidate.

But Song Lan has a different view on this.

Acts like this with a sense of justice should be supported.

So at this moment, there were some strange changes in the sight of Anglei, who was escorted into the interrogation room by his colleagues.

This calmed his anger a little.

He was escorted back to the bureau by his colleagues in the anomalous case investigation as if he were a prisoner, and he contacted the Bureau of Investigation as soon as he became aware of Benjamin's conspiracy, hoping that they would send a professional bomb disposal team, and he seriously suspected that Benjamin had planted a bomb in the shelter or on the departing vehicle.

But in the end, he didn't wait for the bomb disposal team, but a group of operators wearing riot exoskeleton armor and loaded with live ammunition.

As soon as they saw him, they grabbed his arm and pressed his chin against the armored car.

Despite Angleigh's repeated emphasis on the seriousness of the situation, his superiors decided that he was talking nonsense in an attempt to shirk responsibility.

Angley was sure that Benjamin must be planning a terrorist attack, and they had little time left, but not only would he not be able to make it to the scene, but he would most likely be brought to trial.

But he couldn't convince his superiors and colleagues, and he couldn't get out of this damn interrogation room.

The handcuffs restricted his personal freedom, and his physical condition can only be described as the worst.

Yisu's failure to close his eyes made him in a trance, and the whole person's reaction slowed down by half a beat, and when he was escorted back to the bureau and forced to calm down, the pain in the wound came up all at once.

In order to suppress the crazy bionic welcome lady in the Royal Margaery Hotel, he was stabbed at least five times, and when he rushed out of the hotel, he was hit in the arm by shrapnel from the armed drone.

Just when he was groggy and almost felt like he couldn't hold on, something strange happened.

Strange markings appeared on the coffee on the table.

"Press 'E' to drink to restore stamina."

Anglei stared for a long time before he was sure that he was not dazzled, and that there was indeed a strange sign next to the coffee cup.

This is the most common coffee in the bureau, and it is also considered an employee benefit, and in order to relieve the fatigue caused by staying up late, almost everyone drinks it as water.

Immediately afterward, more signs appeared.

The alloy handcuffs that cuffed his hands behind his back also had an "E" sign, and he tentatively touched the sign when he kept his colleague's attention out of his body.

The "E" button prompt disappeared, and a holographic projection of the lock-picking page appeared, his hands obviously handcuffed, but he could use his mind to control the steering of the page's lock-picking tool.

With a "snap", the lockpicking tool snapped, and the prompt returned to its original appearance.

Angleigh's heart was in his throat, but when he looked at his colleague, the other seemed to have not noticed the clear sound just now.

Could it be that he was the only one who could hear the voice?

Angel didn't have time to think more, and he didn't want to guess where the signs came from, as if he had been infected by the android virus during the attack, so he was able to see what only androids could see.

He just knew he was running out of time.

Benjamin Abel is planning a terrorist attack somewhere, and the Bureau of Investigation is only busy finding someone to take the blame.

He started to pick the lock again, and with the experience of the previous time, he turned the lockpicking tool much more cautiously, and after seven attempts, the handcuffs were actually opened.

All this is quietly going on under the noses of colleagues.

Angrey flicked his wrist a few times in disbelief, and then two rows of strange signs appeared next to his colleague's head:

"Press 'E' to perform a non-lethal stun."

"Press 'F' for a Critical Kill."

It was all so incredible that Angel began to wonder if it was a trap made for him.

Once brought before the court, he will be given the opportunity to defend himself in accordance with the process.

The best way to put all the blame on him alone is to give him no chance to speak, and break free of the handcuffs in the interrogation room and attack his colleagues, which will directly give them a reason to shoot him on the spot.

And the colleague in charge of guarding him was also wearing a riot exoskeleton armor, and it was hard for him to imagine how he could have done to stun him non-lethally.

This armor is designed for small-scale combat equipment, which can be regarded as one of the cutting-edge equipment of military technology, and people equipped with exoskeletons have an overwhelming advantage.

But even so, Anglay decided to try his luck.

If he faints here, God knows if the Bureau of Investigation will inject him with some undetectable poison to help him sleep forever.

The moment he chose "E" with his mind, Angel was ready to die.

Several ways to flare up in his mind, but then his body sprang into action uncontrollably and did something he didn't think—he just got up from his chair and walked over in front of his colleagues.

Seeing this, his colleague naturally glared at him and issued a warning to him.

Then, a situation that Angre could not understand appeared.

Obviously equipped with an exoskeleton, all physical skills are far superior to his colleagues, but he was in such a trance, and he was seriously injured slowly walked behind him, was strangled by his outstretched hands, and then rolled his eyes without making any resistance, fainted.

This colleague ......

Could it be that he was persuaded by him, and he was dissatisfied with the investigation bureau's approach, so he cooperated with his attack in such a clumsy way?

Angleigh thought that this was the conclusion of a person in his right mind, but now he was clearly out of an abnormal situation, and when he drank the coffee on the table in one gulp, the groggy feeling miraculously disappeared, and the wounds on his body scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the real bizarre is yet to come.

The colleague who had been knocked unconscious by him with a non-lethal knockout was just in front of him...... Explosive equipment.

The Riot Suppression exoskeleton armor fell to the ground due to some mysterious force, and even thoughtfully marked items for him to pick up:

"Riot Suppression Exoskeleton Armor".

"Lachman (submachine gun)".

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The small theater of its three hundred and forty-five:

Sunday, evening, month, year, month, Sunday

"Never!"

Song Lan persuaded him.

RT6 isn't open-minded, and if she knows that there is a scene in the new work of Chloe Pictures where a double ponytail Lori is crushed to death by a reformer, God knows what will happen.

At that time, it is very likely that the "barren bones", which are the reference prototypes of the film's transformational people, will be hit by some mysterious force.

For the sake of Mr. "Wild Bone", Song Lan had to persuade the crew to give up this dangerous idea.

"Huh? You say the love story line between the transformer and the double ponytail Lori? ”

Guan Lili frowned and said, "It doesn't feel like it's visually impactful, if the scene of being crushed to death by a transformed person is done well, it can definitely become a classic." ”

How to mobilize the emotions of the audience?

Chloe Films has long made an industrialized explanation - first create a cute character and let them accompany the protagonist, and when everyone starts to like the character, suddenly give the character a bento box, preferably a close-up full of brutal aesthetics.

"The work itself is to expose the darkness of the corporate system, so that the ending can be more thought-provoking, in fact, even the protagonist did not survive in the end."

Speaking of this, Guan Lili paused, "But the love line between transforming people and double ponytails can produce some fanworks." ”

"But didn't you say she was crushed to death by a reformer?"

"This is the charm of the evil door CP."

Guan Lili thought thoughtfully, "I'm a person who likes to knock on the evil sect CP." ”

(End of chapter)