The entrance to Tomb 1079 is guarded by Sergeant Alvin's guards.

Any unauthorized person who wants to enter the tomb must be informed by the guards and approved by Sergeant Alvin.

Looking at the performance of this man with gold-rimmed glasses, it seems that he is not the kind of person who will obediently wait for authorization outside the tomb.

Sure enough, as the man with glasses in Phnom Penh stood in front of Sergeant Alvin, a guard ran up from the stairwell.

There was a very obvious slap mark on his face, which should be fresh.

The guards saluted Sergeant Alvin and shouted:

"Report, sir! MI2 men forced their way in, and I... I can't stop them. ”

Sergeant Alvin swept the slap marks on his subordinates' faces, a thick anger appeared in his eyes, his eyes were firmly fixed on the gold-rimmed man with glasses, and he roared:

"Sergeant Pym! Are you challenging the operational discipline of the Imperial Army? This is Tomb 1079, the battle front of the Kolabo Legion! As an MI2 investigator, what qualifications do you have to intervene in MI4 affairs? ”

"Eligibility? Scold. ”

The gold-rimmed glasses man known as Pym chuckled and reached out from his pocket to pull out a perfectly folded document.

He flipped through the document and placed it in front of Sergeant Alvin:

"Look closely, Sergeant Alvin, this is a letter of instruction from MI Headquarters.

"The Death Society spy who appears in your area of battle is a despicable assassin who has committed numerous crimes within the Empire. He assassinated more than a dozen important imperial officials, high-ranking business groups, and got hold of many classified documents. MI ordered that he must be captured alive or killed on the spot.

"I don't need to explain why I'm here, right? It is the job of our MI2 to arrest members of illegal forces who are causing rebellion in the empire.

"I don't doubt your MI2 capabilities on frontal combat, but IMHO is superior when it comes to dealing with insidious and cunning illegals."

Sergeant Pym aligned the edges of the document and folded it into standard squares and put it back in his pocket.

He glanced up at the soldiers around him, looked at the sludge on the other side, and felt disgusted:

"Get your soldiers down, Sergeant Alvin, and don't stop me from investigating the clues of the Assassins of the Death Society."

Sergeant Alvin stepped forward, glared at Pym angrily, and argued with the other party with his gray hair:

"Want to investigate clues about the Assassins of the Death Society? OK. But we have an account to settle between us. Your MI2 Department was grossly derelict in its duties, allowing a Death Society spy to slip into my ranks, almost causing the destruction of the entire army. ”

The soldiers glared at Pym, anger erupting in their eyes.

If Sergeant Pym hadn't had that skin and name, he would have been beaten up by the soldiers on the scene...

Sergeant Alvin pointed to Li Nuo beside him:

"If it weren't for the dedication of this sinner, who did everything he could to modify the necromantic runes of the stone mound and throw those bound spirits into chaos. I, my soldiers, will die in this tomb! And you, MI2 investigator, Sergeant Pym, will be torn to pieces by the walking corpses and bound spirits the moment you enter this place, and buried here with us. ”

Sergeant Alvin glared at Pym angrily and roared like an old and strong lion:

"You're just a sergeant, just like me. What right do you have to command me on my turf? Now, get me out of here. Otherwise, you can explain to me why that damn Death Assassin is here! ”

Sergeant Pym took off his glasses, took out a clean and dust-free spectacle cloth, wiped the spit on the lenses, and said slowly:

"The Death Fair has opened a secret channel that our MI2 is not aware of, Alvin. That's how they got the Assassin here. If you stop me and don't let me investigate deeply, you should know what the consequences will be..."

Pym's words made Alvin's face change slightly.

Pym put on his glasses and folded them into boxy tofu cubes and stuffed them into his pockets.

He glanced at Li Nuo on the side and smiled contemptuously:

“… If you don't catch the Assassin soon and interrogate him harshly, there will be more Death spies infiltrating your MIs. Or, there were other Death Society spies at the scene, who were the assassin's accomplices... I've heard that your military intelligence is on a secret mission that threatens the foundations of the Empire..."

Sergeant Pym's gaze lingered on Leno for a long time, as if the "other spies" mentioned in these words were Leno himself:

"Let a criminal soldier master the Necromantic Rune and learn the teachings and teachings of the Necromantic Sect. Is MI4 emboldened enough to ignore the potential harm?

"How can you guarantee that this Sin Soldier 888 is not tainted by the Necromantic Sect? How can you be sure that he won't turn against him and use the knowledge he has to join the Necronomicon? How can you know for sure that he won't be a spy who will be carefully packaged to die? ”

Sergeant Alvin rebuked angrily:

"This is an internal matter for MI4, and you have no right to intervene. We did this to reduce losses on the front. I'm solely responsible for everything, and I don't need outsiders to worry about it. ”

Pym glanced at Alvin, and the corners of his mouth showed coldness:

"You? Do you have the responsibility? Oh well, let's not talk about responsibility. Having said that, don't I know what your military style is? This Sin 888 is just your experiment, and when the experiment is over, you will..."

"Enough!" Alvin shouted angrily:

"Sin 888 has my promise that he will not be abandoned unless he does betray the Empire! Now, get out of here, Sergeant Pym! ”

The two sides are tense.

Alvin's soldiers held their guns down.

The MI2 soldiers brought by Pym also looked very defensive.

Seeing that an infighting was about to be ignited by anger, another of Alvin's guards ran through the stairwell.

"Report, sir! Ensign Gretel has arrived! ”

Sergeant Pym frowned slightly, and his face was a little gloomy.

On the other hand, Sergeant Alvin, he immediately straightened his waist a little more, and he spoke more confidently:

"Go and ask Second Lieutenant Gretel to come in."

"Yes, sir!" The guards glanced at Pym and ran away.

After a while, Ensign Gretel, who had mastered extraordinary abilities, walked into the second floor of the tomb with steady steps.

This person was the second lieutenant Li Nuo had seen when he first got off the steam train. Leno had deconstructed him.

"Sir!" Sergeant Alvin raised his hand in salute.

Sergeant Pym was reluctant, but because of military regulations, he still raised his right hand:

"Sir!"

Second Lieutenant Gretel was the highest-ranked, oldest, and most senior sergeant of all the people present, and at the same time the most powerful individual.

As his steps progressed, an undoubted powerful aura descended on everyone's heads.

Ensign Gretel's eyes were piercing, and he spoke with a full sense of air, like a bell.

"Sergeant Alvin."

"Yes, sir."

"I order you to leave and lead the team to the third floor of the tomb, destroy the clerics of the Necromantic Sect and the undead army there, and clear the area around the Soul Hub as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir."

Ensign Gretel turned his head and looked at Pym with eagle-sharp eyes:

"As for you, Sergeant Pym. I also saw the letter of instruction from the military intelligence headquarters. I'll have Alvin blow it up, and the passage leading to the Necrocavern on the third floor of the tomb. You're on the second floor of the tomb. As long as the Death Society Assassin was alive, he would have to return the way he came, in order to leave the tomb. When the time comes, you'll be able to catch the mouse. ”

"Yes, sir." Sergeant Pym paused, and continued:

"Report, sir. The orders given to me by MI2 included instructions to keep a close watch on the criminals. I applied to enter the third floor of the tomb to supervise the only criminal on the scene at close range. ”

"No, Sergeant Pym. I refuse your offer, but you can send one of your own men to act with Sergeant Alvin. ”

“… Yes, sir. ”

Sergeant Pym was dissatisfied, but he had no choice but to obey orders.

He looked at Li Nuo with a little resentment, but saw that the other party was holding a dirty rag in his hand.

Li Nuo put this thing in the palm of his hand, kneaded and rubbed it at will, and changed all kinds of irregular shapes.

At the bottom of Sergeant Pym's heart, a complete awkwardness immediately rose.

The lines on his face tightened suddenly, and his teeth were clenched together, eager to immediately snatch the rag from the other party's hand and fold it himself...