The sun shines on the desert, and a dragon walks through the sand dunes.

It was a convoy of ten wheeled armored vehicles, with the shield logo of mechanical gears attached to the doors.

This is the law enforcement force of the shelter.

A very rare force in the desert.

The convoy passed through numerous sniper defense posts and rushed to the gate of the city.

There were no gunmen, only the city management team lined up in a row and respectfully prepared to welcome them.

He stood in front of the beard and personally opened the door for the co-pilot of the front car.

A pair of shiny black leather boots fell to the ground, followed by black tight breeches, then the hem of the short trench coat, and a black shirt.

The beard didn't dare to look up at his face, and he was very restrained when he moved away.

"Look at me." The black suit's law enforcement officer had a stern voice.

The beard slowly raised his head, and his eyes finally fell on the face of the black suit.

It was a pair of cold eyes, a square face, and a sharp edge, as if you could get cut if you just look at him.

"I feel disgusted by the cult's respect." The square-faced man took out a glass tube from his pocket, and there were overlapping gears, glowing blue light. He said: "This is my law enforcement certificate."

"I understand, understand." The beard nodded repeatedly, and his eyes fell to the ground again.

Hundreds of black-clothed warriors got off the armored vehicle, holding assault rifles and long tactical swords on their waists, rushed into the city of Bicheng, and built firepower positions on both the east and west walls, quickly controlling the entire city of Bicheng.

“Each group is in place.”

The commander said to the suit man.

The man in suit turned around and looked at a woman behind him.

She was also wearing a slim black dress, from the black gauze on her head to the stockings to the leather shoes. Through the scarf, she could see her hair was meticulously combed in a bun with no expression on her face, and it seemed that she had never had any expression.

"Walk."

The square-faced man inserted his hand into his windbreaker pocket and walked forward vigorously.

He walked in front of the beard, turned around from time to time, and led the man in suit to the scene of the accident.

This area is filled with pink and ambiguity. Each room door is different, and the logo of the owner of the room is smeared with chalk.

The square-faced man led a group of six to the door with one eye drawing and waved his hand.

The two soldiers behind him set up heavy machine guns on both sides of the door. White light flashed on the yellow orange bullets. It was the silver embedded in it. The symbols they formed could cause huge damage to some extraordinary people.

"Start." The square-faced man waved.

The third soldier walked to the door, sucked the suction cup bomb in his hand on the door, and took a step back.

Bang!

After the sound of seventy-digit shells, the door hit the ground, revealing the dark room inside.

"I saw it, hiss..." A creepy female voice came from the room.

The warrior in charge of blasting quickly threw three balls into the house like an acrobat. The balls fell to the ground, and lighted up the lights from four sides, illuminating the room as if it was daytime.

The small unmanned aerial vehicle buzzed into the room.

"Report, collected images." A soldier behind him walked to the square-faced man with a display.

The square-faced man grinned unconsciously: "This ball of jelly can still move, where does she make a sound?" As he said that, he turned the display to the lady.

The lady had no expression on her face: "Out of control."

The square-faced man pointed his finger at the display end and pulled the camera and said, "Record: gel-like body state; multi-eyed; snake pupils; human language; motility."

The lady suddenly said, "Has anyone ever been in?"

Bearded hurriedly said, "We called the police directly when the scout found something wrong. No one had ever been in."

The lady turned her fingers around and took everything in the house into her eyes: "There should be another person."

There are four pools of wax oil at the four corners of the wooden low table, and it is obvious that the extraordinary people in the house are performing some kind of ritual.

There are two seat cushions next to the low table. Without other participants, extraordinary people who focus on ritual layout cannot put one more advance.

"There is one less medium," said the lady: "From our data, this woman is assisting the psychic sequence 7. This category must pass through the medium in the lower-order sequence to use the skills to launch the ceremony."

"No. 3 package, f storage cabinet preparation." The square-faced man took a step back.

The soldier behind him put on protective suits, carried liquid nitrogen bottles, and walked into the house with the jet. As soon as he entered the house, he turned on the jet, and white mist shot out from the nozzle, and the temperature of the house began to drop rapidly.

"Shit..." The gel-like out-of-control body saw its future and shrank into the corner of the room: "Your mother abandoned you."

The warrior has full body protection and cannot hear the sound outside.

He aimed the nozzle at the gel.

"Hiss... your love... betrays you..." The out-of-control body shouted loudly: "Your daughter is not yours!"

Liquid nitrogen at minus 190 degrees Celsius completely enveloped the out-of-control body.

Three seconds later, the gel-like out-of-control body turned into an ice sculpture. However, deep inside it, several pairs of snake pupils still rotated around, trying to interpret fate and see through the past, the future, and the present.

Two other soldiers wearing protective suits carried a glass cylinder into the room, adjusted the size, and used a spudger to lift the ice sculpture out of the corner of the wall and put it into the glass cylinder. Close the lid, fill the glass cylinder with liquid nitrogen, and the inner wall quickly forms ice crystals.

The square-faced man entered the room with a purple flashlight, swept up and down, and said:

"Record: No abnormal energy reaction was found."

The law enforcement recorder faithfully recorded his actions and conclusions.

"Wait, here."

The lady did not walk into the inner room, but stood outside, pointing to a glass bottle on the table.

"bottle?"

The square-faced man walked out and the purple light shot over.

The inner wall of the glass bottle emits a light blue color.

This means there is a special energy reaction.

"Roar! How did you find it? Just look at it with the naked eye?" The square-faced man said to his partner in surprise.

The lady's face was still cold and cold: "The style of the glass bottle is very strange."

The square-faced man saw the beard that was protruding his head outside: "Come in."

Beard came in, nodded and bowed: "Please give me instructions."

The square-faced man pointed to the glass bottle: "In ten minutes, I want to know who visited this woman, who has come into contact with this bottle, do you understand?"

"clear!"

The beard looked at the glass bottle, and his heart was pounding rhythmically:

Have it yourself.

A full ten bottles!

It was exchanged for gold and heavy oil.

Fortunately, there are ten minutes left.

He ran away with his beard and ran away. He wanted his brother to transfer the special water inside. If he was asked, he would say he had finished drinking.

As for the bottle, they take as much as they want, and they never want to wade into this muddy water.

But he never expected that someone had already installed a wiretap and a tracker on him.

When the beard kicked open the door of the secret warehouse, two teams of military and police officers with live ammunition rushed in and perfectly seized a large amount of banned liquid, totaling 3,000 milliliters.

Subsequently, the law enforcement team found the 7 brothers in the investigation. However, they had already cashed in the special water. The bottle in the out-of-control room was the gift given to the out-of-control body by their younger brother.

"He also bought a bunch of weapons in the furnace market with a bucket of special water." Investigation 7 said tremblingly.

"Two are taken away." The square-faced man pointed to his beard and Investigation 7, and waved his hand: "Go to the furnace market!"
Chapter completed!