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Chapter 380 Arrangement
Ai Liang's mental puppet is far less sophisticated than the Thousand-Faced Man.

After losing its own consciousness, the puppet will resemble someone suffering from Alzheimer's disease, unable to even take care of itself.

If we compare the Thousand-Faced Man's puppet-making skills to masterful painting, then Ai Liang's skills are equivalent to a primary school student's doodles.

Compared to a thousand-faced man, an ancient monster who has lived for countless years, Ai Liang might not be able to match him even if he practiced mental puppet making techniques since birth.

This has nothing to do with the upper or lower limits of ability; it's purely a difference in experience that needs to be accumulated over time.

Moreover, there was someone who had been hindering Ai Liang from controlling his mental abilities, making it extremely difficult for him to even control the activation and deactivation of his mental abilities, let alone use them proficiently.

"Including the drug dealers we captured earlier, we still have three puppets left, which should be enough for now."

Ai Liang remotely observed the second-hand garage that Mu Si had bought from someone else through the engraving.

Besides Jia Dong's two henchmen, there was also one of Crippled Wolf's henchmen in the garage.

This is the new test subject he captured last week.

When Ai Liang possessed the spirit puppet to fight, she originally did not intend to leave any survivors.

Jia Dong and his ilk are enough to keep him busy for a while.

Unfortunately, when this drug dealer encountered Ai Liang's sudden attack, his first reaction was not to shoot back, but to immediately escape through the back door.

Anyway, he would eventually go and meet up with the other men of the Crippled Wolf. Since they would meet sooner or later, Ai Liang didn't deliberately chase after this person.

But then a dramatic turn of events occurred.

Their hideout was near the highway exit, in the middle of nowhere, and Ai Liang had already punctured their tires.

This drug dealer can only escape on foot.

In order to get faster, he pulled out a pistol and intercepted an SUV on the highway.

The person who stopped them was none other than Ai Liang, who had just come out of their stronghold.

It's like plucking its own feathers, brushing on the sauce, and jumping onto the grill itself.

Ai Liang sat in the bedroom, watching the white mice in the garage from afar.

'Mus.'

Dozens of kilometers away.

Mus's hands were clapping away on the computer screen, typing something like a cat startled by a mouse.

In a flash, it jumped really high.

"What's wrong, boss!"

Even though Mus knew that the voice was ringing directly in his mind through an imprint, he still subconsciously looked around.

Ai Liang remained silent, watching Mu Si adopt a cautious and meticulous posture.

Actually, he was just shouting randomly; he didn't know what he was trying to do, and he just spoke up subconsciously.

Since her abilities underwent a qualitative change, Ai Liang's behavior has begun to resemble that of a normal person.

In the past, Ai Liang was less like a person and more like a sophisticated machine with a pre-designed behavioral pattern, always speaking and acting with cause and effect.

He wouldn't even glance at it unless it involved his own affairs.

Not to mention teasing G... teasing Muslims like this now.

This was tough on Mus.

Ai Liang always had a reason for contacting Mu Si; she never contacted him without a cause.

They've just called his name, but haven't said what they're going to do.

It feels like your boss sends you two messages, and when you open your phone, bam, they've both been retracted.

Are you panicking?

Anyway, Mus is in a complete panic right now.

This feeling of fear was even relayed back to Ai Liang through the imprint.

Am I that terrible?

Ai Liang asked herself the same question in her heart.

But now that he's made the call, we have to find something for him to do.

Otherwise, Ai Liang was really worried that Mu Si would end up like a low-level civil servant, scaring himself to death.

Ai Liang quickly came up with a suitable reason.

"Find someone to look after those two guys you crippled. I don't want the puppets I made to reek of sourness."

Jia Dong and his gang had their kneecaps shattered by Mu Si, essentially ending their ability to live independently.

Normally, I need a urine bag and a chamber pot to go to the toilet.

Taking a bath is a luxury.

Although Ai Liang can block the puppet's sense of smell when possessing it.

But the sense of smell is also part of the training for controlling mental puppets, and it's something that needs to be practiced sooner or later.

Upon hearing this, Mus looked troubled.

Asking him to personally take care of several grown men? That's like putting a steel helmet on his backside; absolutely impossible.

Where can we find someone to help us?

Wait a minute, it seems like there's a suitable candidate.

The image of that unlucky guy that Ai Liang brought back a few days ago flashed through Mu Si's mind.

He immediately patted his chest and assured them, "No problem, I'll take care of it! Anything else you need?"

Usually, when the hermit seeks out someone, it's either to kill this person or that person; recently, he's even been opposing a world-class anti-human organization like the Apostles.

This time, the reason for contacting me was simply to check the personal hygiene of the experimental subject.

This simple command made Mus feel very uneasy.

Ai Liang calculated the timeline of the operation that Xia Qiyuan had mentioned before and said in a deep voice: "The battle between the Countermeasures Bureau and the Apostle Society should begin within the next two to three months."

You can join the countermeasures bureau afterward, but don't get involved at this stage. Be careful.

The unexpected concern flattered Mus: "I understand... Is there anything I can do for you?"

What can you do in a battle between apostles?
Ai Liang shook her head, but instead of coldly and bluntly ignoring Mu Si as usual, she said: "In the next few months, pay more attention to any unusual news in society, and if you find anything amiss, try to avoid it."

Your power is utterly useless in the battle between the Apostles and the Countermeasures Bureau; at best, you'll be used as bait by the Countermeasures Bureau, not even cannon fodder.

Hey! I know I'm weak, but don't just say it out loud!
Mus felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He has been digging into Ai Liang's public memory bank lately, which is the memory bank that stores the memories of the people of Nevada.

This includes Gao Bin's memories.

The more deeply Mus learned about the so-called supernatural and the Apostles, the more desperate he became.

In Gao Bin's memory, almost every known apostle possessed power akin to that of a mythical legend.

nuclear weapon?
Ordinary strange phenomena can indeed be annihilated by high temperatures or high-energy particle streams.

But for some apostles, they could simply treat nuclear bombs like cigarettes.

For example, when the tyrant of the Apostles was being besieged by the Countermeasures Bureau in conjunction with other forces around the world, he used tactical nuclear bombs to clean up the area where the Apostles were located.

But the result?

The lack of intelligence caused the entire encirclement and suppression plan to fail.

The tyrant was not only unharmed, but also absorbed some of the energy from the nuclear explosion to strengthen himself and withstand the siege by multiple forces until the arrival of the Apostle Society reinforcements.

Faced with these seemingly invincible monsters, is humanity truly capable of defeating them?

If Mu Si hadn't been certain that Ai Liang was a powerful ally, possessing strength on par with the Apostles...

He had already begun stockpiling supplies and retreated to the deep mountains and forests to live in seclusion.

(End of this chapter)