Zhongjing, rainy night.
On a narrow old street on the outskirts of the Ise business district, adjacent to dilapidated high-rise apartments, there is a two-story building with a very period feel, the "Three Musketeers" restaurant.
This place, which is of great significance to the gang and represents the "ceasefire", is crowded but silent at the moment.
The bosses of various gangs were surrounded by their subordinates, staring intently at the woman standing on the table. Many of their faces showed disbelief, and more of them showed panic under the pretense of calmness.
Fitz, the godfather of the Gambino family, an ancient "Sonoya" gang family, lowered his eyes, "The story you just told is very interesting, but before the so-called goblin shatters the sky in Zhongjing, you should apologize for your rude behavior. "
"Fitz," Mizuno, who was wearing a red dress, smiled and whispered a word through her black-painted lips, "your stupidity brings shame to the Gambino family."
Fitz raised his eyes: "Who gave you the courage to speak arrogantly, was it Russell?"
Wow.
The gunmen of the Gambino family raised their guns at the same time, and they were greeted by dozens of egg-shaped weapons guarding Mizuno.
A voice with a Japanese accent sounded from the corner: "Fitz, Miss Sonoya is the spokesperson designated by Mr. Whisperer."
"Hmph, Russell broke his promise and is no longer qualified to act as a mediator," Fitz said sullenly, "Yakuza idiot, you should ask your uncle whether she is speaking on behalf of Yakuza now, or on behalf of Mayfly, or the joint meeting ?”
At this time.
The restaurant door was kicked open.
A man wearing a wide-brimmed hat walked in. His beige woolen windbreaker was stained with raindrops. He wore a black leather glove on his right hand and held a plastic bag in his hand. The red liquid leaking from the bag was dripping.
He walked past countless gang members and came to Fitz.
"Agents are not welcome here," Fitz covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief, "Get out."
"I heard that the Gambino family has a close personal relationship with Wang Shan," the man lowered his head and said hoarsely, "So, you have the final say here?" As he said that, the man took off his top hat, revealing a shocking face.
He had no hair, his scalp was covered with dark red scars from unhealed burns, half of his face was distorted by scars, and the other half was spattered with blood.
Fitz held the handkerchief and raised his eyes: "I know you, House. Smart agents shouldn't appear here. Didn't Wang Shan teach you this rule?"
"No, I'll ask him now," House smiled and threw the plastic bag in his hand on the table in front of Fitz.
Under everyone's gaze, a bloody head rolled out.
Instantly, the crowd became commotion.
"Wang Shan?"
"He killed the director of the Order Bureau?"
Fitz didn't look at the head, but stared into House's eyes.
The restaurant fell silent, and the smell of blood wafted in the air.
Suddenly, a lazy voice came: "That's enough, Sonoya, tell me, what can we do for the joint meeting?"
The speaker was wearing a plaid shirt and a white suit, with a cigar between his teeth.
"Shh," Mizuno tilted his head and smiled, "Song, be quiet."
next moment.
With a roar, several armed drones smashed into the restaurant glass and rushed in. After hovering in mid-air, their tentacles suddenly lifted up, and their air cannons and particle cannons were aimed downwards.
The gang members looked out of the broken windows and discovered that at some point, there were densely packed agents standing on the street outside the restaurant, wearing long trench coats and wide-brimmed hats covering their faces.
In the darkness, the silent detectives were like evil spirits in the rain.
boom.
A gunshot rang out inside the restaurant.
Fitz was shot in the face and threw himself on the table. Blood flowed along the table and over Wang Shan's head.
None of the Gambino family's bodyguards or gunmen resisted. To be precise, no one dared to move in the entire restaurant.
House slowly put down the gun and looked at the man who just spoke: "Your name is Song? Are you from Qinghe Tu?"
"Yes, Director House," Song stood up, holding a cigar in his mouth, and emphasized the word "director", "Qinghetu has always been Mr. Whisper's friend, and also Sonoya's friend. Oh, by the way, Mr. Whisper introduced Mr. Li Liang to me a few days ago, tsk tsk, it’s so late for us to meet each other.”
Upon hearing "Li Liang", Shuiye turned to look at Song with a gentle smile.
Song felt relieved and fell back into his chair.
House looked around and said calmly: "Everyone, from now on, I have the final say here."
Moon, Dros headquarters.
Deep Space Defense and Interstellar Expeditionary Force Joint Staff, Resonance Room.
Staring at the flashing "0" above the resonator, Li Liang already understood that there is no brainwashing method more direct and efficient than "empathy".
At the moment of connection, the believer loses himself and is forced to feel the boundless divinity of the Twin Gods. Only he does not think that the sculptor is himself from beginning to end, and the effect of the resonator on him is limited to showing that image.
Who invented this thing?
Own?
Li Liang shook his head, suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and asked, "Do you know where the Chief of Staff rests?"
Jin Ji, who was leaning against the door with his back to him, suddenly became cautious and hesitated before replying: "I know, but we haven't been summoned yet."
"Take me there," Li Liang patted Jin Ji's back.
"OK."
Jin Ji opened the door of the resonance room and walked out. He looked around cautiously and motioned for Li Liang to follow.
Returning to the corridor, the two of them walked deeper one after the other.
Li Liang always paid attention to Ling's vision, but found that the rooms on both sides were empty. At the same time, there were no signs of defensive weapons being activated in the corridor.
Despite the calm situation, he gradually became anxious inside.
Really undefended.
He boarded the pipe transporter and rushed here with almost no delay. Is it still too late? The heroic spirit of Zhuos no longer cares about the lair?
Jin Ji, who was walking in front, obviously realized that this place had become an empty shell and couldn't help but quicken his pace.
More than ten minutes later, upward steps appeared at the end of the corridor, and the walls on both sides became transparent.
Climbing up the stairs, Li Liang found that they were far away from the Joint Staff Headquarters and were winding up the mountain road.
After climbing for a while, the steps passed through a huge rock and turned to the right.
Jin Ji stopped at the moment of turning. Li Liang, who was following behind, was stunned for a moment, stepped up the steps and turned around to look.
It turns out that they have reached the top.
At the end of the passage on the right is a metal door. There is a person standing at the door. Judging from his movements, it seems that he has just come out of the door.
In Ling's field of vision, the person had a heartbeat, but Li Liang was not sure if it was a person, because the person was not wearing a robe, and his slender body had two gender characteristics at the same time.
It has an indistinguishable face, with eyebrows and eyes like a man's, cheeks like a woman's, warm and fair skin, its upper body has sharp muscles like a man, but its lower body has a waist and long legs like a woman.
What's even weirder is that it has two sets of appreciation organs growing together.
Jin Ji stood on the ground and stood at attention. His right hand trembled slightly when he raised his hands in salute. He uttered a word in his mouth, and the subtitles read "Chief of General Staff."
Chief of Staff?
Li Liang frowned.
In Ling's field of vision, there was no trace of Taoism on the "hermaphrodite" in front of him. The real person who knew Taoism was dozens of meters away behind the metal door.
Did Jin Ji admit his mistake?
At this time.
The androgynous man stepped aside expressionlessly and pointed towards the metal door.
Li Liang passed Jin Ji without hesitation and walked towards the door.
He has determined that the guy behind the door who knows Taoism is as powerful as the master of the psychic. The last time I was forced to use drones to kill the altar master who wielded the long sword, it was because there was no spirit in his double ring at that time. Although part of his spirit was consumed at this moment, he was not without the strength to fight.
When he passed by the hermaphrodite, their eyes met, and he saw a pair of emotionless eyes.
The metal door opened, revealing a dark passage.
The moment Li Liang crossed the threshold, the ground lit up piece by piece. The passage was not long, and there was also a metal door at the end.
He stood there and raised his right hand.
A cluster of orange fire appeared in mid-air, spreading and burning, outlining an oval portal.
The next moment, he stepped into the portal and once again appeared in a huge space with brilliant golden walls.
The scene in front of me was extremely shocking.
Countless pale bodies were entangled and struggling on the golden floor. They were as naked as the person at the door, androgynous, and even had exactly the same face.
However, at this moment, the indistinguishable androgynous faces showed expressions of pain, wailing, madness, ecstasy, etc., as if everyone's emotions were magnified a hundred times, and the muscles on their faces were twisted like evil ghosts.
Almost at the same time, Li Liang saw the only special person.
The man with the same face was sitting in a high-backed chair on a high platform, with four or five people wrapped around him, but his face was expressionless, there was no emotion in his eyes, and the dazzling spirit in his body was rushing endlessly.
That's you.
Li Liang disappeared again in the orange firelight. At the same time, on the high platform, the chief of staff had disappeared, replaced by a misty mist.
