"Female police officer...you can't be serious, can you?"
"Can you please stop pointing your gun at someone? I'm afraid it might go off..."
"Dude...relax, relax..."
The motorcycle gangs raised their hands in great cooperation, and looked at Brea and the three intelligence agents who also raised their guns in horror.
"Wow!"
At this moment, the skylight on the top of the bar was violently smashed!
As the glass shattered, dozens of invisible figures passed through the skylight and fell directly into the crowd inside the bar.
"Get down on the ground!"
"Get down on the ground and don't move!"
! ! !
This time, the bikers were completely frightened. They didn't dare to say any witty words and lay face down on the ground motionless for fear of losing their lives.
Remember http://m in one second. et
Even the prickly head who was standing on the stage just now was lying on the stage with great care.
"Brea...is this going too smoothly?"
The intelligence agent standing beside Brea saw the situation suddenly reversed and couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know. Control these guys first, and then look for the so-called Holy Master."
Brea was equally puzzled, but she didn't forget what the prickly head said just now.
"Yeah, that's right." The intelligence officer nodded in agreement.
So the two took out the corona patches from their war bags and began to ensure that the motorcycle gangs lying on the ground continued to be in a coma state one by one.
"Hey~! Hey!"
"Uh! Ugh!"
Next, in the bar, there was a slight electric noise, and there were also brief screams of pain that the bikers could not help but let out when they suffered a momentary electric shock.
at the same time.
A group of MTFs wearing a simple version of TPS power armor also took the initiative to remove the optical camouflage effect and continued to guard the motorcycle gang lying on the ground to ensure that the four intelligence officers had a safe working environment.
The leader of an MTF helmet has a special skull spray paint.
The MTF deployed his helmet as he led the deputies toward Brea.
But the face under the helmet is still mysterious, because this MTF is also wearing a skull mask and sports sunglasses, making it impossible for others to see his true appearance.
Simon Riley.
This ghost is the only one in the company who likes this special look.
And this MTF with optical camouflage is the 141 Mobile Task Force stationed in the European branch.
The deputy beside Ghost is the taciturn Xiaoqiang.
The ghost stepped forward and said: "141 responds to everyone's request for help. Is there anything else I can help with?"
"Lieutenant Riley?" Brea heard the ghost's voice and couldn't help but ask.
"..." The ghost was silent, seemingly not recognizing Brea.
In fact, the last time the two met was because of the "Weird Mannequin" incident more than two years ago. At that time, it was 141 led by Price who was responsible for rescuing Leon and Brea.
For Brea, it was her first contact with anomalies, which opened the door to a new world and remains fresh in her memory.
But for Ghost and other 141, it was just a common support mission. It's no wonder that Ghost couldn't recognize it.
Seeing Simon's silence, Brea didn't want to reminisce about the past, but returned to a plain face and said:
"Thank you 141 for your support. Lieutenant, you just need to help us take care of these believers. The technical staff and the aftermath team will arrive in a short time, and..."
Having said this, Brea made gestures with his hands free and continued:
“The size of this abnormal creature should be similar to a basketball, and these believers seem to call it the Holy Lord.
Based on the intelligence analysis we currently have, it is speculated that it does not have the ability to move autonomously, or that it moves slowly.
But it does not rule out that it has the opposite characteristics. We will torture the hedgehog on the stage later, but I still hope that you, Lieutenant, can pay attention to the whole building. "
"Isn't that the one?"
As soon as Brea finished speaking, Xiaoqiang, who was standing behind the ghost, raised his hand and pointed to the bar under the stage.
Everyone looked in the direction Xiaoqiang pointed.
An indescribable "creature" was spread out on a white plate. Its beige noodle-like tentacles surrounded the wine glass and was pouring strong wine into its mouth.
It's more like a living noodle than a living thing...
Spaghetti?
"Xiaoqiang, lead half of the guys to stay alert and ensure the safety of our agents. If the guys lying on the ground are dishonest and allow you to use mandatory weapons, I will bear the consequences."
Ghost immediately ordered.
"Received." Xiaoqiang responded in a low voice.
The ghost re-closed his helmet, held a pulse rifle with an extended barrel, and led six 141 people in a semicircular formation toward the bar.
Brea and the other agents were also on guard, but they did not choose to step forward.
After all, their equipment cannot provide effective assistance at all. If an emergency occurs, they will even hold back 141.
Professional matters should be handled by professional people.
The ghost and the six 141s gradually narrowed the distance between them and the bar, and finally stopped three meters away from the bar.
They pointed their guns at the noodle.
"Hiccup~!"
suddenly! The noodle burped loudly.
"Boom! Boom!" After burping, the lump of noodles held the wine glass and knocked on the marble countertop, drunkenly saying:
"Wine! Where's the wine?! Fill me up with vodka! Burp! Come on, keep drinking? Where's the music? Where's the lights? Where are the people?"
Then, the noodle twisted on the plate, and then raised its two eyes at the base of the noodle, shaking and looking around.
It looks quite like a human being when drunk.
Noodles' series of actions did not attract fire from the ghosts and 141s.
Because before the abnormal phenomenon shows hostility, it is best not to choose to use force, and not everything can be physically destroyed.
However, this lump of noodles is still within the tolerance range of the ghosts and 141 people, and it is also observed that this lump of noodles seems to be able to communicate with humans.
When the noodle looked at the ghost and others, the ghost said: "Please don't take any drastic action and accept our control."
"Excessive...action? I'm just a plate of spaghetti, what kind of extreme action can I do? Will I strangle you with noodles? Hahahaha!"
As he spoke, he wrapped the tentacle-like noodles around the wine glass and made a strangling gesture.
"Pah~" However, the cup was too hard and there were no cracks. On the contrary, a few noodles were broken.
From this, it can be intuitively analyzed that the power of this lump of noodles is much less than that of human beings.
But Ghost and the other 141 people still haven't let down their guard, and they don't rule out the possibility that this is a deliberate display of weakness by Noodles.
It didn't take long.
The aftermath team in black suits, as well as technicians wearing masks, gloves, and protective clothing poured into the bar.
With the support of the aftermath team, Brea and other intelligence agents quickly controlled all the believers dressed as motorcycle gangs and prepared to conduct on-site torture on the spiky head.
The technicians began to inspect all the people present, and separated four people with professional tools to prepare the lump of pasta into a dedicated control container.
