"Two inducing attacks, one fatal attack,"
The silver-haired old man squatted next to the brown curly-haired man, turned the man's body over, and looked at the three wounds on his body. He stretched out his hand to open the wound on the man's stomach and looked at the granulation on the wound. and the structure of a man’s body,
"This young man has been deeply integrated with the pollution monster, and has been fed a large amount of flesh, blood, and soul. His body and organs have basically undergone mutations. Although he still maintains his human shape on the outside, his internal structure has completely changed. Humanity doesn't matter anymore.
"The strength of this 'guy' should be close to the top level of C-class. Even if he doesn't control it well, it is still very easy to kill an average C-class."
The old man looked back at Ixia who was standing behind him, "It only took three moves, and the last blow hit the critical point."
He stood up slowly, "Your 'informant' friend's strength should not be as strong as this guy, maybe even a little far behind, so he used two tentative attacks to attract this guy to fight. , thinking that he had created the conditions to kill him with one blow."
He looked back at the door panel on the ground and the wall pierced by bone spurs.
"But even though he is weak in strength, he actually controls the rhythm of the entire battle, and can manipulate opponents who are stronger than him. His field control ability and combat adaptability are very strong.
"I don't think the fight actually lasted more than a minute, and he's killed this guy twice as we speak."
He paused for a moment and looked at his surroundings and the tentacles on the ground again. He seemed to be lost in some thoughts. Finally, he sighed slowly,
"If I were in his position and had the same power as him, facing such a top-notch C-level monster, winning would not be so easy."
He clapped his hands and looked at Ixia with a smile, "Girl, good job for making such a strong man our friend. Your future work will be much easier. If he stands on the opposite side of us, I'm afraid it will make the entire The Pollution Cleanup Department is breathless.”
"The main thing is that Mr.... has a kind of righteousness in him."
Isia answered.
She glanced at her surroundings.
When He Ao sent her a message, she did not expect that He Ao would directly take over such a large organization that raised pollution monsters.
He Ao just told her to call the director and bring some elites from the Pollution Cleanup Department here. This time things might be a little big.
After she arrived, she realized that this matter was "a little big".
But theoretically speaking, He Ao led her to solve such a "big case" and basically helped her stabilize her identity as the head of the pollution cleanup department in St. John City. She also received praise from the director. She should feel excited.
but······
She turned to look at the 'feed room' beside her, at the blood-stained torture instruments, and at the people locked in iron cages.
At this moment, she only felt a chill down her spine.
Such a terrifying organization that breeds pollution monsters is active under the nose of the Pollution Cleanup Department, in the most prosperous East City, next to the FBI branch, and less than two kilometers away from the city government building.
As far as she could see, every iron cage in the room was stained with mottled blood.
She couldn't imagine how many people in St. John City had been caught in this 'feed room' and never had the chance to get out.
She stared at the iron cages. In each of the empty iron cages, there seemed to be souls screaming in despair.
Yet she knew this couldn't happen.
Because the souls of people who are fed to pollution monsters will be torn to pieces and chewed up.
At this time, several young people ran over. The leader held a blood-stained electronic book tablet in his hand. He looked at Ixia and the old man, "Minister, Director, all the locks of the cages have been unlocked. We We are trying to figure out how to help the people in the cage come out. This is the list left at the scene,"
He handed the electronic paper book to Ixia, "We have confirmed all the people on the list. There are seventy-four people in total, and all of them are still alive."
"OK,"
Ixia took the electronic book tablet. She glanced at the content on the tablet, and then looked at the young man in front of her, "You guys, take care of the corpses of the monsters in these two rooms and the corridor, and rescue them." Just leave it to the FBI."
Then she looked at the old man beside her, "Director, there seem to be a lot of monsters on the tenth floor. Let's go take a look? The director of the St. John branch of the FBI seems to be on the tenth floor as well."
"good."
The old man nodded slightly.
The two of them walked to the elevator together.
Ixia took the bloody work ID that she had just found on the ground and put it in a plastic bag, opened the elevator, and pressed the button for the tenth floor.
"The FBI contacted that 'informant'?"
Standing in the elevator, the old man looked at the reflection on the elevator door and asked.
"Yes, he must have been in a hurry at that time. I heard from the FBI that he made an official report, and,"
Ixia paused and said truthfully, "He just learned about the existence of the Pollution Cleanup Department, so he probably doesn't have that high level of trust in us."
"It doesn't matter, trust can be built slowly."
The old man nodded, "If he suddenly behaves like he trusts us, then you should be careful."
The elevator went up very quickly, and it had reached the tenth floor as he spoke. The two of them walked out of the elevator together.
The dark hall has been illuminated by emergency lights, and the rich smell of blood spreads in the space.
Even Isia, who has experienced various scenes, was a little surprised when she saw the scene in the hall at this moment.
Various twisted limbs of pollution monsters covered the entire hall. They lay across the tiles on the floor and leaned against the desks that had been moved out.
Blood covered every inch of the area, staining every computer and desk red.
Dead monsters, the earth dyed red, the smell of blood filling the void.
Under the illumination of the not-so-bright emergency lights, this hall looked like a floating hell in reality.
The cold night wind blew in through the broken window and brushed against Isia's cheek, waking her up from the shock.
"Your 'informant' seems to hate these pollution monsters. It can even be described as 'hate',"
The old man walked forward step by step towards the broken glass window in front. His eyes swept over the bodies lying in a pool of blood around him. "They were all fatal blows, going straight to the vital points. He did not waste even a little bit of energy or time. From the beginning, He never thought about letting a monster leave here alive."
Isia came to her senses and followed the old man.
At this moment, a fat figure was standing in front of the broken window.
He is about 1.7 meters tall, wearing gold round glasses, broad and fat, and looks affable.
When he saw Isiya and the old man approaching, he hurriedly came over to greet him and extended his hand with a smile on his face.
"It's Mr. Driss, right? I've admired your name for a long time. I've admired your name for a long time. When I was still working in Irons, I heard about your glorious deeds of going deep into the wilderness and killing a B-level beast alone. Every time I think about it, , will make me feel excited and excited.”
"Chief Skeat?"
The old man also smiled and stretched out his hand to shake the fat man's hand. "That was all when I was young. It's not worth mentioning. Now that I am older, I no longer have the skills I used to have."
"Look what you said, it's only been so long, and you are the youngest B-class in the Federation in the past fifty years."
Skate quickly echoed with a smile, and then he looked at Isia beside the old man, "This is."
"Ixia, I will be the person in charge of the Pollution Cleanup Department here from now on."
The old man, or Driss, extended his hand and introduced.
Then he pointed to the fat man and introduced to Isiya, "This is Director Skate, you should know him, the director of the FBI's St. John branch, level C."
"Miss Ixia, nice to meet you."
Seeing Driss' personal introduction, Skate quickly reached out and shook hands with Isia.
"Hello, I will trouble you to take care of me in the future."
Ixia quickly reached out and shook hands with the director.
This C-level director does not have a humble attitude like a C-level director.
"It's okay, it's okay. We are both parties to the cooperation. If you need help in the future, just tell me."
Skate laughed quickly.
"Excuse me,"
Ixia was a little uncomfortable with the director's enthusiasm. At this moment, she remembered something and handed the tablet in her hand to the director. "These are the arrested people we found on the first floor. There are seventy-four people in total." , Chief, I would like to trouble you to settle them down."
"Where's the trouble?"
Skate smiled and took the tablet.
"Rescuing so many people is also an achievement for me. If I encounter a similar situation in the future, I will ask you to try to save as many people as possible, or contact us for help.
"After all, whether I can return to Irons depends on whether I have done well over the years. If you need it, you can always come to us."
Isya raised her eyes and glanced at Skate.
The main task of the Pollution Cleanup Department is to clean up pollution monsters, not to save people. Therefore, many branches do not put saving people first when they act, and accidental injuries are inevitable.
Skeet's ability to say this proves that he understands the way the Pollution Cleanup Department operates.
"must."
Ishia nodded and responded to Skate's words.
"Hahaha, when I get back to Irons, I'll treat you to a feast,"
Skate put away the tablet with a smile and walked to the broken glass window, "This seems to be the passage through which the 'visitor' who broke into this 'den' left. He seemed to have jumped directly from here? "
He glanced at the narrow street under the glass, "Are these your people? How cool."
"Our informant."
Isia nodded.
"He must be a very charming and strong man. I must get to know him if I have the chance."
Skate smiled and turned around.
Isia echoed softly.
The three chatted for a few more words and then said goodbye to each other.
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Skate handed the scene over to the Pollution Cleanup Division and led the FBI down to the first floor.
But he didn't leave directly through the front door, but went around to the back of the building.
Standing here, raising your head, you can just see the broken window on the tenth floor.
He walked under the window, glanced at the window, and then lowered his head to look at the inconspicuous footprints on the ground.
"Director, the victims have been arranged,"
The young man wearing an FBI uniform who had been following him came over and spoke slowly.
Skate did not answer, but took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth and lit it. As the hazy smoke rose in the night, he sighed softly, "Allow some money from the fund and give it to them." Pair it with some meat and hire an underground doctor."
The subordinates behind him looked at the director's broad silhouette in the night. He sighed and whispered, "Director, most of those people are wanderers. They don't know how long they can live. And no matter how many we save, , the headquarters will not approve more funding.”
"I can save just one."
Skate took the cigarette from his mouth and shook it in the night. The dim cigarette butt came into contact with more air as his fingers rippled, igniting weak sparks in the night.
After a short period of silence, he turned around and glanced at the shallow ruts on the road next to him. "After we have packed up, let's go back first. I haven't finished filling out my form today. Do you want money from Mader headquarters?" Here, send a bunch of wasteful watches."
"yes."
The subordinate nodded, called a car, and took Skate into the car.
Along the way, Skeet sat in the back row, holding a cigarette in her mouth, looking up at the bright moon with her mutilated body exposed from the gap between the tall buildings in the sky, her eyes deep.
This place is not far from the FBI branch building. The vehicle quickly arrived in front of the building. Just when the subordinate driving in front was about to turn into the building, Skate suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted,
"stop."
The driver braked suddenly and stopped the car. Skate's body shook violently and almost hit the passenger's back.
But he didn't pay attention. Instead, he pointed to an off-road vehicle parked on the street and asked, "Has that car been parked there before?"
"Seems to be?"
The subordinate sitting in the passenger seat glanced at the off-road vehicle and said, "When I went out to buy coffee in the afternoon, it seemed to be parked there."
Then he paused and hesitated, "But when we drove out on a mission just now, it seemed like there was no such car here."
While he was speaking, Skate had already reached out to push open the car door and walked towards the SUV.
The windows and doors of this off-road vehicle were tightly closed, and the windows were coated with anti-peeping coating, so the scene inside the window could not be seen from the window.
But just when Skate arrived outside the car door, the car door opened automatically with a crisp "click", revealing the empty driver's seat inside.
And something seemed to be displayed on the car screen in the middle of the vehicle.
Skate glanced inside, walked over directly, and leaned in front of the car door.
At this moment, he finally saw clearly what was displayed on the screen of the car.
That's a line of standard font text.
[Would you mind leaving your personal phone number? ]
Below the small text is an input box with a flashing cursor.
"Something."
Skate glanced at the ruts behind the off-road vehicle's body, then got directly into the vehicle and sat in the driver's seat.
Not long after he sat in, his subordinate finally ran over, stood outside the door and asked, "Director, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Skate stood up from the car, got out of the car, reached out and closed the door directly.
"This car?"
The subordinates looked at the off-road vehicle with some confusion.
"Let him park this car here."
Skate took out the cigarette butt from his mouth, dusted off the ashes, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
Faint sparks burned at his fingertips.
"Grandpa! Look, the fireworks!"
On the swaying bus, Jia Qian stood up and pointed to the building next to her. The streamers all over the surface of the building were creating special effects like fireworks exploding, "There are fireworks here!"
"Um."
He Ao glanced at the fireworks outside the window, smiled and reached out to touch his granddaughter's head.
At this moment, the screen of his bracelet slowly lit up, displaying a series of numbers.
"Grandpa, where are we going now?"
Jia Qian withdrew her gaze, sat next to him and looked at He Ao.
"Go get Grandpa's new crutches."
He Ao said slowly.
"Did that big uncle make grandpa's new crutches?"
Jia Qian stared at He Ao with wide eyes.
"Well, he texted me right when we got on the bus."
He Ao nodded slightly.
"Oh~ he's so fast."
Jia Qian nodded obediently.
At this moment, the bus slowly stopped, parked at the platform, and the door opened.
A little boy rushed onto the bus, followed closely by a middle-aged man who was squeezed into the bus and paid with his bracelet. He glanced at the little boy running around in the bus and quickly shouted, "Be careful. , don’t run around.”
At this time, the little boy was already sitting on a seat in the front row. He quickly patted the empty seat next to him and shouted, "Dad, sit here."
Jia Qian watched this scene. She put the suitcase next to her inside, with her face down, lying on He Ao's lap.
"Grandpa, I want to take a nap."
"Go to sleep."
He Ao raised his hand and gently hugged his granddaughter's back.
The wind in the silent night blew through the old man's gray hair.
Vaguely, He Ao felt as if someone was watching him from behind. He turned around and looked behind him.
A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old is sitting on the seat behind He Ao. He has a cloud pattern jade ornament hanging around his neck and a schoolbag on his front.
He saw He Ao turn around, stand up slightly, and reach out to ruffle He Ao's hair.
"Dad, you have gray hair."
The cold wind of the night blew through the car window and scattered the young man's figure.
It's a little bit late.
