The night was dark and most of the lights in the residential areas had been turned off.

Lower Town, Lizhu Department Store.

The power supply and communication lines connected to the outside world were suddenly cut off, and the entire building immediately turned into an isolated island in the city.

Boom!

The flash stunt bomb exploded, and the clock on the wall fell to the ground. All the staff staying in the building felt as if they had suffered a heavy blow in their hearts. Those with slightly worse physical fitness immediately fell to the ground.

Then a large group of special forces wearing gas masks flocked into the mall from the already selected channels under the guidance of the [Law Enforcement Module].

In a very short time, every dangerous suspect was accurately controlled here.

The most elite main force of the special forces violently broke into the "Awakening Society" stronghold located underground at the same time.

Dada dada...

The underground stronghold full of technology was filled with gunfire.

“Security in Area A-1!”

“Security in Area A-2!”

“Security of Area A-3!”

“…”

As reports sounded in the teaming channel, it meant that the areas responsible for each team were suppressed, and it took less than six seconds from scoring the goal to cease fire.

Most of the "Awakening Society" militants stationed here were shot dead on the spot without even drawing their guns.

soon.

The attack group, execution group, intelligence group, sniper group, and alert group completed the assembly again.

A group of medical staff who followed up followed up lifted a group of miserable "missing police officers" out of the police officers' almost fire-breathing eyes.

They were obviously tortured and left extremely serious physical injuries. Judging from the experience of the special forces, most of them may have to face the fate of amputation.

There were two of them who were tightly wrapped in restraints and were still struggling, which made the team members almost clench their teeth because they were already... crazy!

The commander's face was as deep as water, and he shouted:

"Keep the blockade and don't let one go."

The top floor of a tall building not far from here.

In a spacious office with an area of ​​3,000 square meters, the absolutely level ground is as smooth as a mirror. Two figures, one tall and one short, stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the figures of people entering and leaving like ants in the supermarket under your feet.

The "puppet master" who casually carried his hands behind his back seemed not surprised by this, slowly nodded and said:

“The first step of the plan is completed.”

Although these special forces team members came a little earlier than expected, since the most critical brainwashing work has been completed, it has little impact on the subsequent plans.

At most it is just a small issue in the completion of the relationship plan.

"God! Will these brothers who have converted to your feet really undergo prosthetic transformation after they are brought back by the union?

Why don’t we do it ourselves? The hidden branch of Alloy Gear Heavy Industry has this ability, and it is no problem to manufacture [soldiers] on a large scale."

"Haha, I will. It would be too deliberate if we waited for us to transform and then sent them back. It would be just right to take them back incompletely.

I really understand the common tricks of the union.

No matter how outstanding a person is, he will lose his judgment after entering the group and is involuntarily dominated by the group's instinct.

At this time, as long as the rulers create heroes or idols after heroes and idols and make them the guiding lights of the masses, they can firmly rule a group of ridiculous 'moons' and sit firmly in their position."

After saying that, the "puppet master" added in his heart:

‘There is [source code] in my hands. My existence is a ‘information black hole’ for Alpha, and there will be no interaction with the world at all.

No one can indirectly spy on my true power, nor will he realize that the ideas of these 'heroes' have been distorted in nature.

Unless the old guy standing behind Alpha or other "psychic abilities" comes to me personally and uses the [sixth sense] to see through the appearance.

But a second-level [Hacker] [Prayer Ring] that was exposed before entering [Eden]?

Haha, do you want to deliver takeout when you stand directly in front of me who has [source code] in the virtual world?’

Now, just wait for the [updator], Dr. Silvester Lee, who is carrying the "Star System Map Installation Package", to refresh it.

......

The rain that lasted for several days finally bid farewell to Albany.

The golden sunshine in the early morning tear through the last fog of clouds in the sky, and coated the entire city with a brilliant gold edge.

In the upper city, in a small restaurant near the university town.

"Old West, your light meal is ready."

"Thank you, Miss Pei."

Although she was in her forties, she still had charm. She didn't pay much attention to her guests and turned her head away in her big red high heels.

It is normal for residents in Shangcheng District to always have some high priority for mobile personnel who do not have permanent residence rights.

Even if she is just a shop owner who even the waiter has to play guest appearance in person.

The old man who was called "Old West" with a white beard had long been accustomed to the other party's attitude. While browsing today's electronic newspapers and magazines, he began to enjoy his somewhat shabby breakfast.

It can be seen that Old West's life is really difficult.

Apart from a bowl of oatmeal, there was only a fried egg, a slice of ham, two slices of lettuce, two slices of bread, and only one slice of bread was covered with butter.

It is appropriate to call it "simple meal".

For most adults, life does not have the word "easy".

Although Old West works at Dartmouth University, the sixth-ranked university in the consortium, his job is just an ordinary library administrator.

The income level is naturally very different from those professors who hold big scientific research projects. They can't spend money in places like Shangcheng District where every inch of land is valuable.

suddenly.

"Oh, damn!"

The old man cursed inwardly, but accidentally dropped the only buttered bread on the ground.

Following Murphy's Law, the butter side was the first to land.

Seeing him bent down and picking up the bread and continuing to eat, the customers who were dining here began to whisper, and several young people even made uncontrollable laughter.

Although the old man blushed a little, he didn't waste the capital and just pretended that he couldn't hear it.

However.

Just as he reached out to pick up the bread on the ground, a dazzling meteor suddenly passed by in the sky and disappeared in a flash.

But the entire small restaurant suddenly got stuck for a moment.

Next second.

“Dear Professor Silvester, this is your milk, just airlifted to the station from Hepkeno Organic Ranch.

It has only been twenty minutes since it was squeezed out, and it has retained its flavor to the greatest extent. You can try it."

The boss lady with an extremely enthusiastic smile on her face, and the boss wearing high heels walked to the old man slowly, but the name had changed from "Old West" to "Professor Silvester".

Noting the slice of bread he picked up in his hand, the boss's wife couldn't help but exclaim:

"Ah, a big man like you is still so simple in his style.

Let me tell you, young people today should not only respect your knowledge, but also learn your noble character!"

Hearing words.

The guests next to them were at a loss and wanted to come forward to say hello, but they couldn't move.

When the old man who was just ordinary opened his eyes again, his temperament had changed drastically, and an indescribable elegant temperament was revealed from the inside out.

The most appropriate description should be the sentence: "If you have poetry and writing spirit, you will be blessed."

"Thank you, Miss Pei."

After receiving the thanks from the old man, the boss lady who was a little arrogant just now looked better than the flower, and she enthusiastically helped him re-serve a free breakfast.

Without waiting for the short episode to end.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

Six consecutive vehicles with exactly the same appearance and license plates, with matte black painted armed flying vehicles landed at the door of the shop, with no exception being equipped with the double-headed eagle logo of the Central Bureau of Investigation.

Gilbert, the leader of the third group of the "Crime Investigation Department", walked into the shop first, followed by two fully armed police inspectors, namely Nancy and...Shawn.

"Mr. Commander-in-Chief, we are ordered to escort you to the East Town Launch Center."

Drink special milk slowly.

Silvester Lee, the chief commander of the Space Exploration Project, instead of the library administrator Old West, wiped his mouth with a tissue and nodded at Gilbert with kindness:

"Just call me a professor, thank you for your hard work, you have to go there."

"Professor, you have to be polite, your responsibilities are."

On the one hand, Sean's face couldn't help but feel a little strange.

I originally thought it was just a simple routine task, but at this time it was in the [Sixth Sense] of the person who is a spiritual ability.
Chapter completed!