Rhode Island, late at night.

Polis dragged his tired body and tired color, and fell asleep in the car.

As the person in charge of the support of the Aleman Domain, the usual workload is actually not high, after all, the principle of having a big tree behind to enjoy the shade is always applicable in human social groups, but not according to the social ecology, or other reasons, either tactful or hidden.

Coupled with his efforts over the years, although Rhodes Island is still defined as a land of chaos, on the surface, the Aleman Domain has basically completed its control, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is half a border land.

The so-called control means that no matter which side of the armed forces, capital groups, and even the people in this place, without affecting their survival, they will abide by the rules set by Polis and the domain behind it.

However, on what should have been an ordinary day, due to the visit of the brigadier general during the day and the delay of the cargo ship, he had to work overtime, and of course, the main problem was the visit of the brigadier general.

If not, it's too late, and it can't really happen, right?

Fortunately, after a day and half a night's efforts, both the cargo ship and the members were confirmed to be correct under the inspection and verification of the relevant personnel, and the big stone in Polis's heart landed steadily.

If something happens at this juncture, he feels that his future may not be very good.

Polis was relieved that he had a safe day, but so .

Sometimes the bad news comes so suddenly.

"What the is going on?"

Returning to the office and sitting down, Polis, who picked up the tablet, said dumbfounded.

For a moment, he felt himself rise violently, and his cognition was hallucinating.

What the fuck you-

Commodore ambushed?

The territory of the Aleman Domain has been attacked?

A great prophet is being hunted down?

A large number of key members were attacked?

"What's wrong with the world?"

Polis's eyes were dazed, and his pupils shook.

That's when —

Near the entrance and exit of the office, a vortex like a particle light effect suddenly appeared, and immediately under Polis's gaze, three people with the characteristics of the Aleman Domain stepped out.

The three of them were dressed in uniforms with pure black and silver trims, and when Polis saw them clearly, he couldn't help but think of Brigadier Perry's visit during the day, and what happened to him in the intelligence afterwards.

"Psychometric Department?"

Polis spoke.

The three people who came suddenly, the man in the middle bowed slightly:

"Psychometric Department, direct squad, Benfica."

Benfica didn't introduce the other people's thoughts, and from the moment they came out, the three of them stared at Polis, as if trying to see through the man with their eyes.

Extremely uncomfortable, Polis hurriedly got up, walked around the desk, and walked near them, and in the intervals between these steps, he had already recalled the current information—

The Department of Psychometrics is a unique department of the Aleman Domain, whose predecessor was separated from an intelligence bureau, and their main job on weekdays is to measure violence against some people in the Aleman Domain, including but not limited to mental health, state detection, torture to extract confessions, loyalty tests, etc.

To put it bluntly, this is the hyena department, they will faithfully complete the orders of the peak, and carry them out with an unscrupulous attitude and methods, but when they encounter a strong enemy, they will directly avoid it, and they will pick themselves out clearly, it is such a department, but it has a pivotal position in the Aleman domain, and the reason is very simple, they are easy to use.

And the direct team is even better in the department, so these talents seem so arrogant, even if Polis is the person in charge of a place, the visit of the three of them is only a brief introduction, and they don't even want to do superficial greetings, which also shows that the other party is not good and the purpose is not pure.

"Hello Captain Benfica, I'm the head of Rhode Island, Polis.

"I wonder if the three of you are here, is there a place where we are needed?"

Polis stood still, his posture lowered.

The two people next to Benfica were silent, they were still staring at Polis strangely, Benfica turned their eyes slightly, looked at the terminal that was hurriedly thrown on the table by Polis before, and then looked back at each other:

"I think Mr. Polis, you know?"

Benfica said a little playfully, and after saying this, he didn't wait for the other party to explain:

"You're also an old man, so you must know the general reason for our appearance.

"You have two choices, accept our mysterious censorship, or try to resist.

"Maybe the latter is a little more useful?"

The other party's words made Polis's face darken, blood rushed to his brain, and everyone was a little flustered.

I resist your fucking hammer, resist?

I'm playing this with me innocently?

The mysterious censorship of the psychometric department is not the same as the censorship in other places, they uphold the style of finding trouble when there is something to do, and they will use all kinds of means to destroy people's bodies and minds, and during this period, the destroyed people may even be able to "recall" the appearance of the grandmother they have never met.

This is not the most critical, the most critical thing is that for people with mysterious abilities, in the process, the mysterious imprint of their souls will be damaged, and it may take a certain amount of time to recuperate if it is good, and if it is bad, maybe all kinds of mysterious circuits will just run wild, and the censors will obviously not care about the aftermath.

As for the other party's later suggestions, how many suggestions are there?

He almost rode on Polis's head and said: You little cub had better be a little bit uneasy, we can treat you as a "wolf", if we can show you the sun tomorrow, even if you win-the main thing is to find fault.

So, Polis was in a hurry.

"Three, isn't that okay?

"If I have any problems, I'll have other departments.

"Not three."

Polis's tone was cold.

"That's not up to you." Benfica was expressionless.

As soon as the words fell, the people on both sides of Benfica made the first move.

Their naturally drooping hands clenched at the same time: Technique: Sudden Bondage.

Sudden binding,It's an auxiliary type of surgery.,It has the characteristics of smooth hair.,It can put the target's body in a pseudo-suffocation and forbidden state.,Under this effect,,The opponent's physical influence.,Will cause the smoothness of its mysterious ability to operate.,And at the cost,The caster will be unable to move.,And bear one-third of its effect.。

In an instant, Polis seemed to be in a transparent and dense gelatinous object, and the whole person couldn't even breathe, and he had been in the command seat for a long time, and he seemed to be negligent in training, so he was directly controlled by the opponent's preemptive attack, and this was not the end, Benfica, as the leader, also shot at the same time-

Benfica clenched his right fist, put it in front of his mouth, and said softly as if he were holding a microphone:

"Fulfillment of the contract.

"I want to know about him.

"Brain-Eating Demon."

After speaking, there were only four people in the room, and there were voices that were not theirs.

"Contract Fulfillment"

"The price-

"-Brain

"He's good"

So says the voice of the difficult gender to distinguish.

"Sure." Benfica responded with a smile.

In this way, in the void in front of Polis, several limbs like tentacles appeared, and their front ends were like aliens, cracking turbine-like intertwined teeth, and immediately pounced on him!

Seeing this, the bound Polis's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was forcibly operating something, and his eyes suddenly rolled, his pupils became blue, and a large cyan net appeared in front of him, blocking the attack derived from the contract creature.

- Technique: Green Net.

It is a technique mastered by Polis, and its role is mainly defensive, and the trigger cost is eye twitching, and when used or damaged for too long, there is a probability of inducing eye lesions, and then suffering from glaucoma and other diseases.

This scene made Benfica's eyes narrow, and the team members in charge of the first control were immediately ready to use other mysterious abilities to completely control Polis.

To the surprise of the three of them, after blocking the attack of the contract creature, Polis's large net suddenly opened, wrapping Polis in reverse like a curtain, and then made a sound like a squid on a teppanyaki.

On the other hand, the two who failed to restrain were immediately counterattacked, their bodies were visibly short, as if they were under the same pressure, their calves trembled wildly, and they could not move in place.

Seeing this, Benfica did not care.

He floated and chased him straight from where Polis had fled.

Benfica seems to have some kind of determination to kill the other party, but it is really confusing.

And this battle is also coming in a foggy way, and it seems that there is some kind of inevitability?

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(End of chapter)