The entrance to Tomb No. 1079 is guarded by Sergeant Alvin's guards.
Any unauthorized person who wants to enter this tomb must obtain notification from the guards and the consent of Sergeant Alvin.
Judging from the behavior of the man with gold-rimmed glasses, it seems that he is not the kind of person who would wait outside the tomb for authorization.
Sure enough, when the man with gold-rimmed glasses stood in front of Sergeant Alvin, a guard ran over from the stairwell.
There was a very obvious slap mark on his face, which looked fresh.
The guard saluted Sergeant Alvin and shouted:
"Report, sir! People from MI2 rushed in forcefully. I...I couldn't stop them."
Sergeant Alvin swept away the slap marks on his men's faces, and a deep anger appeared in his eyes. He stared at the man with gold-rimmed glasses and growled:
"Sergeant Pym! Are you challenging the combat discipline of the Imperial Army? This is Tomb No. 1079, the front line of the Colabo Legion! As an investigator of MI2, what qualifications do you have to intervene in the affairs of MI4?"
"Qualification? Ha."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses known as Pim chuckled, reached into his pocket and took out a perfectly folded document.
He opened the document and placed it in front of Sergeant Alvin:
"Look carefully, Sergeant Alvin, this is an order issued by the Military Intelligence Headquarters.
"The Death Council spy who appeared in the combat area you are responsible for is a despicable assassin who has committed numerous crimes within the empire. He assassinated more than a dozen important imperial officials and senior executives of business groups, and has mastered many confidential documents. The military intelligence headquarters ordered that he must be captured alive or killed on the spot.
"I don't need to explain why I am here, right? It is the job of our MI2 to apprehend members of illegal forces who are causing trouble in the empire.
"I don't doubt your MI4's ability on the frontal battlefield, but with all due respect, MI2's ability to deal with insidious and cunning illegal personnel is even better."
Sergeant Pym aligned the edges of the document, folded it into a standard small square, and put it back in his pocket.
He raised his head and glanced at the soldiers around him. Seeing the mud on their bodies, he felt disgusted:
"Get your soldiers back, Sergeant Alvin, and don't stop me from investigating the clues about the assassins."
Sergeant Alvin took a step forward, glared at Pim, and argued with him with his white hair on his head:
"Want to investigate clues about the assassins of the Death Society? You can. But we have an account that needs to be settled. Your MI2 office has seriously neglected its duties and actually allowed a Death Society spy to sneak into my team, which almost caused a catastrophe. The catastrophe of annihilation of the army."
All the soldiers stared at Pim, the anger in their eyes bursting out.
If Sergeant Pym didn't have that skin and reputation, he would have been beaten by the soldiers at the scene...
Sergeant Alvin pointed at Li Nuo beside him:
"If this criminal soldier hadn't done his duty and tried his best to modify the undead runes in the cairn, causing the spirits to fall into chaos. I, my soldiers, would have died in this tomb! And you, the MI2 officer Investigator, Sergeant Pym, the moment you enter this place, you will be torn into pieces by walkers and wraiths, and buried here with us."
Sergeant Alvin looked at Pim angrily and roared like an old and strong lion:
"You are just a sergeant like me. What qualifications do you have to command me on my territory? Now, get out of here. Otherwise, you can give me a good explanation as to why that damn assassin appeared here. here!"
Sergeant Pym took off his glasses, took out a clean dust-free glasses cloth, wiped the spit on the lenses, and said slowly:
"The Death Council opened a secret channel that our MI2 was not aware of, Alvin. They used this channel to send the assassin here. If you stop me and don't let me investigate in depth, you should Knowing what the consequences will be..."
Pim's words made Alvin's expression change slightly.
Pim put on his glasses, folded the glasses cloth into square tofu pieces and stuffed them into his pocket.
He glanced at Li Nuo and smiled contemptuously:
"...If we cannot catch the assassin as soon as possible and subject him to a harsh interrogation, more Death Society spies will infiltrate your MI4. Or, there are actually other Death Society spies at the scene, and it is the assassin's Colleagues...I heard that your MI4 is carrying out a secret mission that endangers the foundation of the empire..."
Sergeant Pym's eyes stayed on Li Nuo for a long time, as if the "other spies" mentioned in these words were Li Nuo himself:
"Let a criminal soldier master the necromancy runes and learn the doctrines and teachings of the necromancy sect. Is MI4 brave enough to ignore the potential harm?
"How do you guarantee that Criminal Soldier No. 888 has not been contaminated by the Necromancer Cult? How do you guarantee that he will not rebel against the Necromancer Cult and use the knowledge he possesses to join the Necromancer Cult? How do you determine that he will not be carefully packaged by the Death Council? spy?"
Sergeant Alvin angrily said:
"This is an internal matter of our MI4, and you have no right to interfere. We are doing this to reduce losses on the front line. I am fully responsible for all matters, and no outsiders need to worry about it."
Pim glanced at Alvin, with a cold expression on his lips:
"You? Can you shoulder this responsibility? Oh, okay, let's not talk about the issue of responsibility. Having said that, don't I know the style of your MI4? This Criminal Soldier No. 888 is just your experimental product. When the experiment It’s over, you will naturally...”
"Enough!" Alvin shouted angrily:
"Soldier No. 888 has my promise, and he will not be abandoned unless he indeed betrays the empire! Now, get out of here, Sergeant Pym!"
The two sides were at war with each other.
Alvin's soldiers held down their guns one after another.
The MI2 soldiers brought by Pim also looked very defensive.
Seeing that a civil strife was about to be ignited by anger, another guard under Alvin ran over from the stairwell.
"Report, sir! Lieutenant Gretel is here!"
Sergeant Pym frowned slightly and his face became gloomier.
On the other hand, Sergeant Alvin immediately straightened his back a little more and spoke with more confidence:
"Go and ask Lieutenant Gretel to come in."
"Yes, sir!" The guard glanced at Pim and ran away quickly.
After a while, Lieutenant Gretel, who was tall and powerful and had mastered extraordinary abilities, walked into the second floor of the tomb with steady steps.
This person was the second lieutenant Li Nuo had met when he got off the steam train. Li Nuo once deconstructed him.
"Sir!" Sergeant Alvin raised his hand in salute.
Although Sergeant Pym was reluctant, due to military regulations, he still raised his right hand:
"Sir!"
Second Lieutenant Gretel was the highest-ranking, oldest, and most senior sergeant among everyone present, and he was also the most powerful individual.
As his steps progressed, an undeniably powerful aura descended on everyone.
Lieutenant Gretel's eyes were piercing and his words were full of energy, like a bell.
"Sergeant Alvin."
"Yes, sir."
"I order you to leave and lead the team to the third floor of the tomb, eliminate the priests of the Necromancer Cult and the undead army there, and clear the area around the Spiritual Center as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir."
Lieutenant Grete turned his head and looked at Pim with sharp eyes like an eagle:
"As for you, Sergeant Pym. I have also seen the order from the Military Intelligence Headquarters. I will ask Alvin to lead people to blow up the passage leading to the Undead Crypt from the third floor of the tomb. You will guard the second floor of the tomb. Well. As long as the assassin from the Death Council is still alive, he must retrace his steps to leave this tomb. By then, you will be able to catch this rat."
"Yes, sir." Sergeant Pym paused and continued:
"Report, sir. The order given to me by MI2 included instructions to closely monitor the criminal soldiers. I applied to enter the third floor of the tomb to supervise the only criminal soldier at the scene at close range."
"No, Sergeant Pym. I refuse your offer, but you can send one of your own men to work with Sergeant Alvin."
"…Yes, sir."
Sergeant Pym was dissatisfied, but he could only obey the order.
He looked at Li Nuo with a slight resentment, but saw a dirty rag in his hand.
Li Nuo put this thing in the palm of his hand, kneading and rubbing it at will, changing it into various irregular shapes.
Sergeant Pim immediately felt awkward in his heart.
The lines on his face suddenly tightened, and his teeth were clenched tightly together. He wanted to immediately snatch the rag from the opponent's hand and fold it himself...
