Ark Undead

Vulcan held the hilt of the sword with one hand and lifted the blade with the other, through two layers of hemp cloth.

Even though she forged the sword, she still couldn't lift it with one hand.

Have you thought about giving this handsome guy a name?

"Vulcan asked curiously."

Since the Undead had considered what the sword looked like, he should have also considered what the sword's name was, right?

The immortal shook his head.

"Let's call it the Greatsword."

"Huh?"

Vulcan paused for a moment. Shouldn't he be excitedly picking out a cool name at a time like this?

Why is it so simple here when it comes to the Undead?

"Weapons should be named after their users, just like the knight of old."

The Undead picked up the greatsword from Vulcan's hand and casually fiddled with it for a couple of moments.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, its chilling aura palpable on the skin.

The undead looked at the sword in his hand, reached out and stroked the blade, and in a daze, he remembered what it looked like when he first saw it.

That was a duel with a knight, and also the first time the undead developed a great hostility towards the abyss.

In the blink of an eye, I don't know how many mountains have passed over the years.

Ding...

The Undead placed his greatsword against the hilt behind him.

It will drink blood, just as its original master did.

Slaughter the abyss.

223. The work of the secret search

Time passed second by second, and the Rhodes Island squad led by the Doctor had already infiltrated the entire slum.

As personnel outside Lungmen, they weren't wearing conspicuous police uniforms. Even their Rhodes Island work clothes were more discreet than the Guard Bureau's police uniforms.

After all, the arrival of the Guard Bureau always meant something big was about to happen. The slum dwellers were used to this and regarded the Guard Bureau's uniforms as a harbinger of impending disaster.

"Doctor, I've seen many ragged people here. They're squatting by the roadside, not saying a word, just sitting there."

"They should be refugees from Chernobog. Wei Yanwu's side probably hasn't started resettling these refugees yet. The Integration Movement really picked a good time... no, it should be said that this was also part of their calculations."

The doctor pressed his earpiece against his ear and said in a low voice.

"Using refugees as cover... If that's the case, then maybe there are Reunion Movement spies among these guys."

The doctor muttered to himself, his eyes, hidden beneath his mask, scanning the area he could look at.

In his line of sight, there were also many refugees squatting on both sides of the road.

These refugees are not as easy to deal with as one might imagine. First of all, they are not originally from Lungmen, but are registered residents of Ursus.

Under this premise, their behavior is very likely not governed by Lungmen's laws, but by Ursus's laws.

Moreover, these refugees are already pitiful people who have lost everything, even their hometowns.

A significant number of people may lose their temper and vent their emotions in this situation, which could potentially impact the security of Longmen.

Furthermore, a significant proportion of these refugees are likely infected. If Lungmen intends to properly resettle these refugees, then conducting thorough testing for infected individuals becomes a crucial step.

However, what's more troublesome is that any assistance provided by Lungmen to them cannot be recovered in the short term.

Furthermore, this aid might not be acceptable to these refugees, and Lungmen, out of humanitarian considerations, cannot abandon any part of it once it has chosen to provide assistance.

Therefore, the time it will take to reach Lungmen will be calculated in weeks.

However, Lungmen doesn't have the time to deal with the refugees right now, because the Reunification Movement is mixed in with them.

In other words, these refugees are now not just a nuisance, but a danger.

Furthermore, Lungmen cannot conduct a thorough investigation to determine who are legitimate refugees and who are members of the reunification movement.

If any disputes arise, the problem could become very serious.

This is why the Great Yan Dynasty would send an inspector to Longmen at this time.

It is precisely when such great disasters and calamities strike that those in power can truly demonstrate their abilities.

To truly understand Wei Yanwu's capabilities, one must observe how he handles such situations.

"What should we do, Doctor?"

Amiya's voice came through the Doctor's headset.

The professor pretended to be nonchalant. He reached into his bag, took out a few Lungmen dollars, bought two oranges from a fruit stand by the roadside, and tucked the oranges into his pocket while muttering to himself.

"Don't act rashly. Observe these refugees carefully to see if there is anything unusual. If so, notify the nearest operative. Don't disturb him. Just observe when he leaves and where he goes."

"Yes, sir! Understood, Doctor!"

Dozens of identical sentences immediately appeared in the doctor's earpiece, all spoken in hushed tones.

The doctor himself, on the other hand, leisurely peeled the orange and put it into his mouth segment by segment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a little girl staring at the orange in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, the girl moved her throat, indicating that she had swallowed.

The doctor pretended nothing had happened, walked over to the little girl, and gently sat down.

The girl was very alert; the moment the doctor sat down, she was already preparing to get up and leave.

Her clothes were tattered, and it was clear she was a refugee. Her clothing even had some of the official Ursus language printed on it.

However, before she completely left the vicinity of the Doctor, the Doctor spoke up.

"then."

The little girl turned around instinctively, and just as she saw the doctor's movements, something hit her on the head.

"Alas!"

The little girl hurriedly caught what the strange man threw at her—an orange.

She raised her eyes again and looked timidly at the doctor over there.

The doctor held the fruit peel in his hand and pointed at the little girl.

"Remember to throw the fruit peels in the trash can after you finish eating, don't break the rules."

After saying this, the professor immediately got up, dusted himself off, and left the spot.

The little girl paused for a moment, then glanced at the doctor before looking down at the orange in her hand.

After hesitating for a moment, she wiped her nails on her clothes and then began to peel the fruit.

She was almost starving.

Time ticked by, and as it approached one o'clock, Chen paced back and forth in his office.

Hoshiguma and Swire were right beside her, watching her walk around.

"Hey, can you please stop wandering around?! You look so flustered, it's so annoying to see you!"

Swire frowned. Chen easily conveyed her emotions to others. Especially her two colleagues who spent every day with her, who could tell from Chen's appearance that she was very anxious.

Upon hearing this, Chen couldn't help but roll his eyes and said something.

"You say there's no rush, but it's almost one o'clock and the search warrant still hasn't been issued. Do you think I'm not anxious? This is such an important matter in Longmen, why isn't the officer paying attention?"

"The entire municipal administration in Longmen is in complete chaos right now, and you still expect Lord Wei Yanwu to speed things up? Are you out of your mind?"

"Swire, I don't want to argue with you today. If you want to argue, let's wait until this is all over."

"Who was it before who always raised their eyebrows and spoke words harder than rocks? When it comes to arguing, you have no right to talk to me! Pink Sausage Dragon."

"you!"

As Chen and Shi Huaiya spoke, their eyebrows shot up again, and they instinctively wanted to retort.

Fortunately, Hoshiguma, acting as a mediator between the two, spoke up in time.

"Alright, everyone quiet down. It'll be one o'clock in a minute. Be ready to receive orders at any time..."

But before Hoshiguma could finish speaking, the phone on Chen's desk lit up, displaying three large characters.

Wei Yanwu.

Chen quickly went to the table and pressed the speakerphone button.

All that could be heard was a deep, resonant voice coming from the phone.

"I've drafted the search warrant, and I'll send it to the Guard Bureau's network now. You can begin."

"Yes, Sir!"

The three people still in Chen's office straightened up and saluted the telephone on Chen's desk.

After he finished speaking, the dial tone came from Chen's phone.

Chen had been waiting for so long he was almost numb, but finally he received the order.

She took a deep breath and said loudly.

"All personnel assemble! With search warrants in hand! Search the slums!"

...

Police officers from the Guard Bureau filed out of the bureau, boarded their vehicles, and sped off towards the slums, carrying sufficient riot gear and weapons.

Meanwhile, someone who was still gathering information in the slums also noticed the time on the watch on his wrist.

"Is it one o'clock yet...?"

Ansuo glanced back in the direction of the Royal Guard Bureau.

The piercing alarm bells were already ringing, indicating that Officer Chen had begun his operation.