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Chapter 67 discusses the many ways the United States "makes fathers".

The outside world has finally become quiet.

But this sudden silence was more unsettling than the previous clamor.

Inside the secondary control room, Hendricks leaned against the heavy blast door, the blue energy arc of the plasma cutter in his hand flickering slightly in the darkness.

He glanced at the vital signs radar on his wrist.

At this moment, on that originally densely packed radar image, only a solitary green dot remains, stationary directly in front of the blast door.

"it's over?"

Altman slumped to the ground, clutching the steel pipe that had done the great service, panting heavily.

"That...that 'blue-collar worker' who operates the drilling rig, did you kill them all?"

"Or perhaps they were killed."

Hendricks frowned, staring intently at the green dot on the radar.

"There's only one signal source. If it's a Ranger squad, it should at least be a tactical team."

Alone? That doesn't make sense.

"Should we open the door?" Altman asked hesitantly.

"No. Wait a little longer."

Hendrix shook his head; his caution as an FBC agent prevented him from making any rash moves.

"Some high-level mutants can disguise their signals as humans. Until we confirm their identity, this door is ours—wait."

Altman suddenly pointed to the meter-thick load-bearing metal wall next to the blast door, his voice trembling slightly: "Hendricks—why have so many black cracks suddenly appeared on this wall?"

"What?"

Hendricks turned around abruptly.

On the wall, which was made of high-strength titanium alloy and concrete, an extremely strange phenomenon was appearing.

Those are not structural cracks caused by stress.

Those black cracks are like a bug in some texture mapping program. They present a regular, ever-spreading mesh structure, as if the physical material of the wall is being "deconstructed" by some higher-dimensional force.

"Tools,"

A rhythmic, muffled vibration came from inside the walls.

"Back up! Back up now!"

Hendricks pulled Altman up and pointed his gun at the wall.

The next second, a square area of ​​about one cubic meter in the center of the wall covered with black cracks suddenly disappeared.

Yes, there was no flying debris, no twisting metal.

That extremely hard section of wall was as if God had erased it with an eraser.

Immediately afterwards, a figure wearing black streamlined armor and a full-face mask, carrying a blue light drill that was still spinning at high speed, poked half of his body out of the square hole.

【IC2 - Enhanced Mining Drill】

[Speed: 0 RPM (Standby)]

The man in black armor did not attack immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and looked at the two people inside who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. His electronic eyes under his mask flashed.

"Excuse me, may I bother you?"

The person's voice, filtered through the mask, sounded somewhat distorted with a metallic quality, yet the tone was very relaxed.

"I originally wanted to knock on the door so you could open it. But the soundproofing in this base is so good that I thought you probably wouldn't be able to hear me, so in order to save time, I decided to do it myself."

He stepped through the hole, casually draped the formidable-looking drill around his waist, and patted the dust off his hands (even though there was no dust at all).

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Pei Qi, the head of the GOC Asia region. I'm here to clean up this mess."

Pei Qi walked up to the two of them. Although they were wearing masks, Hendricks could feel the scrutinizing gaze from the other party.

"Alright, to make a long story short. Now I need to know everything that happened here, and I mean everything."

"

Pei Qi raised a finger, his tone becoming slightly more serious: "Don't try to hide it, and don't try to beautify it. I have a special skill in distinguishing whether a person is lying—"

"For example, if you insert this drill into certain unspeakable places and spin it a couple of times, you'll usually get the truth. So, you know—"

Hendrix's lips twitched.

He slowly put down the cutter in his hand and let out a long sigh.

"Are all GOC members as unique as you? I thought only those in the Control Bureau were crazy."

Ten minutes later.

After a series of "friendly, frank, and somewhat physically deterrent" exchanges, Pei Qi finally understood the background story of this base.

"A divine seal? Tsk, that's certainly a bit tricky."

Pei Qi leaned against the control panel, his fingers rhythmically tapping the tabletop.

"I was wondering why my communication system was always being interfered with, even the minimap—cough, even the radar was full of static."

I initially thought it was caused by the strong underground magnetic field, but now it seems it's inextricably linked to this divine seal.

He quickly searched his memory for information about Dead Space.

In the original story, the most disgusting thing about the Divine Seal is not that it creates monsters, but that it interferes with both electronic devices and the human brain.

The so-called "relatives" seen by the survivors, the "guidance" they heard, and even the sudden malfunction of the electronic access control system were basically all the work of the divine seal.

It's like a self-aware supervirus server, constantly hacking into everything around it.

"However, it's interesting that there are people from the Federal Bureau of Control (FBC) here."

Pei Qi turned to look at Hendricks, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

As a high-ranking member of the GOC, he had naturally seen the top-secret files about the FBC.

This organization emerged in the 1960s, around the same time as the G0C.

The US government at the time felt that although the GOC (Global Paranormal Consortium) was useful, it was, after all, a United Nations organization.

Once they've grown strong enough, they become disobedient and even frequently expose certain illicit activities in the United States in the name of "humanitarian righteousness."

Therefore, in order to gain control of their own supernatural powers, the US government began to secretly cultivate its own abnormal research organization—the Federal Bureau of Control.

"I wanted to get an obedient dog to keep the GOC in check, but when the dog grew up, it realized its owner was an idiot, so it went solo."

Pei Qi sneered inwardly.

Look at the FBC now. Although it is still nominally an agency under the US government, it has long since become an independent kingdom.

Even if the president wanted to enter "Taikoya," he would have to consider the attitude of that red-haired female bureau chief.

"It just goes to show that America truly is a master at creating fathers."

Pei Qi couldn't help but complain: "Back then, in order to counterbalance the Soviet Union, they supported the Taliban, but in the end, they nurtured terrorists."

To counterbalance the GOC, they created the FBC, which resulted in a bunch of agents who only obeyed orders and never followed orders. Now, in their pursuit of new energy sources, they've dug up this divine seal, almost sending Earth to its doom.

"Isn't this a quintessential American characteristic? Falling into the same pit three times and still managing to fall in a variety of ways."

"What are you muttering about?" Hendrix asked, frowning.

"It's nothing, just praising your adventurous government."

Pei Qi straightened up and adjusted his equipment.

"Now that we've found the source, things are much easier to solve."

He looked at the two of them: "Lead the way. Take me to that big pit. I know you don't want to go, but in this godforsaken place, following me is your only option with a survival rate greater than zero."

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