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In Peters,

In the circular meeting room, there is only a huge black triangular wing long table. The deacon chief looks like a teenager sitting at the top of the triangle, and the other deacons are seated on both sides according to their ranks.

Others are standing farther behind on both sides, in order.

The air was filled with an anxious and depressive breath. No one spoke. In the quiet and empty conference room, everyone could clearly hear the deep and shallow breathing of everyone, and the slight friction of clothes when moving the body.

The eyes of all the deacons were concentrated on the center of the conference table. No one looked up, and he did not even want to move his eyes.

The black metal desktop, the gray mirror floor, and the transparent wall set off against each other. The tense faces of the deacons are reflected everywhere, and you can see the ugly faces of others when you look down.

Sand, sand, sand,

A small flame rose, a bright red halo sprinkled an orange light on the black table, the strange shadow was elongated, and the extinction was like a palm with a heart filled, letting people breathe sleepy.

"The fire will extinguish and it will reignite. This is just a natural process of alternation. Why should you be too worried."

No one said anything.

"look up."

In the silent conference room, the deacon's voice seemed to be echoed, and thunder generally exploded in the deacon's ears. "Look up and see clearly."

The spiritual power is as heavy as the mountain, and everyone in the meeting room does not dare to neglect a bit and raises his head in unison.

Looking through the transparent ceiling, you can see the dripping raindrops. The black rainwater flows along the shape of the roof and flows down the lower part. The black ink continuously flushes the ceiling, just like a huge black curtain. Even if you can't hear it, it's still hard to laugh right when you see the rain keep falling.

"After cleaning, we will have a lot of aftercare work that needs to be dealt with. Please come up with the best condition and discuss how to manage Peters City better and how to maintain the stability of Peters City."

The deacon's words were not slow or slow, but the volume was not high, but it seemed that a heavy hammer was hitting the hearts of everyone present, the mind was buzzing, the mental core was hot for a while, and the back was cold and sweat permeated .

"Yes, deacon grows up."

"Let's start now, if there is anything that needs to be discussed, be prepared in advance." With the deacon's words, the small flames were still shining brightly on the conference table.

"Sir, the imperial capital hangs over the city, causing turbulence in the space and causing many gaps. The first thing to do after cleaning is to repair the gaps."

"it is good."

The deacon glanced at everyone, smiled and encouraged, and extended his hand to indicate, "That's it, come up with a plan. I believe you are all willing to work hard for the stability of Peters City."

"The cleaning will be over when the next cycle starts, and residents need to be scheduled to restart..."

The discussion seems to have entered the formal, about space cracks, about aliens, about how to remedy, a lot of details need to discuss to develop a detailed plan.

The people with seats at the conference table started a seemingly lively discussion, but the people standing behind them in two rows and three rows were not qualified to speak.

Assistants with deacons, meeting minutes, and guards and robots on the outermost side seem to be less deserted as the discussions unfold.

Just as the atmosphere gradually became normal, the fire on the table suddenly went out and did not light up again. Everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at the deacon sitting at the head of the table, tense and tense the body, not knowing what was wrong.

The deacon's eyes were down, his eyes closed, and the casual smile on his face disappeared.

"Master Deacon?"

"A virus invaded. Do you know what to do this time?"

With a bang, the flame lighted up again.

The flames jumped from the table, and the tongue of the fire stretched into a small whip of small fire beads. It burst out from the door of the conference room and went down, bypassing the squares in the air and reaching the ground floor.

"what"

With a cry, a silhouette of a figure instantly turned into a gray-black ashes scattered as the second tongue of fire approached.

"Mr. Deacon, are these also aliens?"

"Search, immediately block the whole building, notify other areas, and block the search."

As the search warrant was issued, the bionic guards poured out.

The deacon chief waved his hand, a light curtain appeared in front of the conference table, the monitoring screens of various districts unfolded, and the signs representing the aliens that had disappeared after cleaning appeared again. At this moment, they appeared again, the number far exceeded expectations.

"How come there are so many people?"

"Where did they come from, why didn't the alarm trigger?"

"Hey, these people seem to be wearing concealed equipment. If they didn't enter the headquarters building, they might not be discovered for a while."

"These people are together with the previous aliens?"

"Whether it is or not, clear them." The smile on the deacon's face was brighter. "I don't want any viruses to interfere with the operation of Peters City before the next cycle starts. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

The various departments of the Inspectorate Committee began to run nervously.

On the other side, people who had just successfully entered the Inspectorate Committee building infiltrated from different directions.

Dark shadows rushed in. Some people did not look for entrances or exits after entering the office building, or used equipment to open the way, but passed directly through the wall.

As if the surrounding obstacles do not exist at all, the body is nothing but air, ghost.

This group of people shuttled between the office buildings, the space of the body was constantly changing, and the search team passed through their bodies without realizing it, passing by as if they saw nothing.

An investigator involved in the search operation stood still. He suddenly stopped and pressed his hand against his chest, looking around alertly.

"what happened to you?"

"Hush" the investigator motioned to the companion for the sound, the air flowing, the free element surging, the energy fluctuating, everything slowed down and became extremely clear.

After the long-haired investigator signaled everyone, the two teams of bionic guards were on standby to enter the alert state.

The guards with live ammunition were ready to go.

In a space invisible to everyone, a team of people stood less than ten centimeters away from the investigator, and one half of their bodies coincided with the investigator.

The investigator was holding his chest at exactly the same position as his heart. Just realizing this, Black Shadow's heart tightened, and it was too late to move.

Poof!

The investigator's hands glowed with red light, slammed into his chest, and the onlookers were stunned, exclaiming "Mark, you..."

The words did not fall, and the red light in Marco's hand was drawn, and his hands were full of blood. It was amazing that Mark was not injured.

The black shadow could not afford to fall to the ground, and the blood was soaked in a pool of blood red.

"The gloves given by the deacon elder really work."

"What did you see?" Another investigator stepped forward and saw a person lying on the ground with blood.

"It's more than this one." Others have flew out before the words fell.

At this time, the other black shadows immediately start the acceleration run from the breath holding state change.

"Disperse immediately"

"He can't see us, don't fight for war, and give priority to tasks."

After receiving the order, all the shadows spread out around.

There are not many people who can perceive that these two spaces are crossed. Mark has too few avatars and can only choose to specialize in one place. One by one. "You don’t want to run away, you have to be prepared for the virus. "

As the investigator who was trained and promoted by the deacon chief, the deacon chief said that these people are viruses and that there is no room for hesitation.

One, two, three. The left hand took out the paper towel and wiped the **** right hand. Three had been solved, but Mark knew that the virus was more than that.

Mark is only responsible for killing the virus, and other people will naturally handle the follow-up cleaning work.

From the first floor to the eighteenth floor, these viruses invaded very quickly, and Mark alone could not deal with it.

On the other hand, the people who arrived from the Royal Capital were not in good condition. Although they knew the danger of the operation, they just broke into several important members before entering the headquarters building before they could reach the mission target.

No hesitation, no pause, the action continues, each person performing his duties, and each person entering the headquarters building has a different task.

These well-trained people will not be shaken even when they watch their companions die in front of them.

In another building, in a common house, the family crouched on the sofa.

A young red-haired explorer was sitting on the sofa on the other side with a bald head with tattoos and a face that could not be seen clearly.

"Why are you scaring them?"

Tattooed bald heads don't pay attention to the question of red hair. As in the past, tattooed bald heads always do nothing they need to do without saying a word beside red-haired young people.

The redhead withdrew his eyes and turned to the family of three. "Don't be afraid, we are not bad people."

Basically, it is not a good person to say most of this line without changing the color above.

The red-haired youth opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

The other people in this room were busy with the matter at hand, and the redhead stood up from the sofa and looked out of the window of the room. There was nothing more than the illusory scene playing on the window.

The black rain outside was still raining. The Peters City Inspectorate Committee did not allow anyone to go out, but in fact did not really ban all the entrances.

If you are really serious and have doubts about the injunction, or those who are not awakened by the effects of hypnosis, decide to go out and greet them not by the bright morning light, only the cold black rain.

For the deacon chief, this is also one of the ways to clean up potential instability.

Such people will not be the majority in the crowd after all.

Redhead thought of the mission given by the leader, sighed, and said nothing. The tattooed bald head beside him was not a member of the Unknown Explorer Group but was assigned to him by the leader.

What the leader wanted to do, red hair still couldn't figure it out at this moment, but he was very certain that the task received by the tattooed bald head must be different from him.

Mo Ye is in this city.

"Do you want to know if Mo Ye is in Peters City?"

The tattooed bald head, who never spoke actively, suddenly turned his head to look at the red-haired youth, "What do you plan to do after you know?"

The black lacquered pupil locks the red-haired explorer.

"Are you a bug, think you can get into the human brain?"

Tattooed his head with a cold face, "You better pray that I am not."

"Are you really sent by the leader to monitor me?" The red-haired young man sneered and laughed angrily.

The tattooed bald head no longer spoke, and the dark eyes seemed to make people dare not look straight.

The light screen in front of the two was trembling and flickering, and soon a picture came. So far, they have damaged 30 people, and the remaining people are less than one-half. It is unknown whether they can finally complete the task.

"The task assigned by the leader must be completed."

Cold sweat oozes from his back, can this person really read the mind?

The red-haired youth knows that he is one of the links in the whole set of tasks, but why is he, why is he sent instead of others, and obviously there is no basic trust but still sent him, why must he be sent?

There is always his reason behind the leader's work, but this time he can't guess, and there is even a hint of unwillingness to guess.

At this time, a correspondent approached the tattooed bald head, "Report, everyone is on their own, ready."

Judging from the light screen display, the person arranged by the regiment has arrived at the designated coordinates, but the reason for this is still unclear.

Every step and every plan is separated and executed by different people. How the overall plan is put together is probably only known by the head of the group.

There are unknown explorers infiltrating in various districts of Peters City. Such penetration began from the first day when the Royal Star appeared above Peters City.

The red-haired young man leaned on the sofa, looked at the opposite family of three in fear and anger, and then sighed, rolled his eyes, and heard the sound of rain in his ear. If everything is ready, he will soon know what the leader is planning. Too.

Mo Ye is somewhere in Peterstown. How can I contact her if I want to contact her? Even if he can be contacted, what can he say? In a blink of an eye, he saw a bald tattoo and remembered the other person's words before his body. Trembling shivered.

Immediately converged, silently silent, at this time he figured out, why the regiment sent him here to perform the task.

"I believe you can accomplish the task." The head of the group's mouth seemed to smile, and a determined look came to his mind, and suddenly he wanted to understand the head's intention.

Only him, only him.

This is probably what the leader wanted him to do, and find a way to contact Mo Ye.

It is probably only him who can give birth to such thoughts. The Unknown Explorer Group has already existed in name only. At least for him, the people he knows are gone one by one, and there are many more people he has never seen before, nor are they familiar. Everything has changed.

The head of the group said that he knew every member of the group. This was not true.

Guess every thought of him.

Tattooed bald head, I don't know when to stand up, bent down, a strange green light flashed in the dark eyes, "Have you not started your task yet?"

The red-haired youth's body was slightly stiff, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"The leader hopes you remember your task. Do you need me to remind you what to do now?"

The red youth shook his mind for a moment, wondering what this task meant.

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