"Hamel? But I didn't see any information about this person when I searched for carnival accidents on the Internet."
"Nonsense. Although she is well-known in FAC's public records, it is absolutely impossible for FAC to let her information be prominently posted on the Internet. Who knows what the crazy calamity-level incarcerated person is capable of."
Crazy level?
The rarity of the incarcerated is roughly divided into three levels, the common-risk level with the largest number of people, then the high-risk level, and finally the rarest madness level. Even the incarcerated ones like Gem Count Chelsea are only high-risk levels of incarceration. By. So what kind of abilities does Hamel, known as the legendary dancer, have?
"Haha, kid, seeing the curious look on your face, let me just say this. All the mad-level incarcerated people are terrifying beings. Normally, the incarcerated people only have one type of superpower, but listen. Says Hamel has more than one power!”
"Is-is this possible?"
"Hmph! How is that impossible? She was identified by the FAC as the instigator of the carnival tragedy. As a result, it has been more than ten years since the place was still closed by the FAC... You said that a person can be in a severe madness area? Can it last for more than ten years? And it has been more than ten years without eating or drinking. If the incarcerated people we saw before were aliens with superpowers, then a crazy and evil incarcerated person like Hamel might not even be able to survive. Not anymore!"
Having said this, Old Jack touched his nose and pulled out a photo from his mobile phone. It seemed that it was taken by a photographer below the stage, and the dancer on the stage had a pair of slender legs that captured people's attention. , there is a trace of heartbreaking sadness in her eyes, and even a static photo can make people imagine her graceful dancing posture.
"Do you understand, kid? She is Hamel. Just a photo has such magic power, let alone one who has been in the ruins of Carnival Park for more than ten years. From my point of view, she is not even... She’s a dancing girl, so she should be considered a witch.”
Kyle glanced at Old Jack with disdain, but he was pretending not to be good at what he said. In the end, didn't this guy leave a photo of Hamel? But then again, Hamel's appearance didn't look soft. The Macchiato is not like the flamboyant Chelsea, but more like a lotus that can be seen from a distance but not played with. When you see her for the first time, your attention will definitely be taken away by her dancing posture.
"Hey, kid, if you're dumbfounded, you'd better apologize to your girlfriend quickly."
"Haha, you have the nerve to blame me. You clearly said she was a witch, but you still have a photo of her in your phone."
"Ahem, I'm just admiring it. Can I be the same as a guy like you? Besides, there are many photos of Hamel dancing before he entered the carnival. What's wrong with me saving one?"
I read it to criticize, I downloaded it to collect evidence, and I spread it to prevent others from going astray, so this behavior is just. Old Jack is now deceiving himself and others like this. He is obviously reluctant to delete this beautiful photo, but he pretends that everyone is like this.
Just as the two of them were admiring Hamel's photos, the car radio, which had been silent for a long time, finally came with instructions.
"On 10-05, an unknown disaster occurred in Section 034 of the Rusty River. Please evacuate the surrounding residents as soon as possible."
"Haha, this is the time when the benefits of being a patrol officer in the Public Security Bureau are revealed. If you enter the FAC, you will have to get close contact with those damn unknown and crazy phenomena."
"Every time an emergency like this occurs, is the information from the dispatch center so ambiguous?"
"Otherwise, if those guys sitting in the office can understand what's going on at a glance, then why do we need to do it?"
At this time, Old Jack thought that Kyle would have to go to the FAC branch in the Syndicate in a few months. He sighed inwardly and shook his head, thinking that this was all Chief William's decision and had nothing to do with a small patrol like me. . If your boy dies at the hands of the Syndicate, I promise to be at your funeral, and then - and then I have to think about it.
When the two arrived at the scene of the incident, Kyle suddenly discovered that Section 034 of the Rusty River was quite close to his home. This reminded him suddenly of the charred real Kyle, and he thought that the two things must have nothing to do with each other. As a result, when he got out of the car, he saw a pool of squirming mud.
"What's this?"
"Hey, kid, this is the most common heterochromatic pollutant. It is usually born in highly polluted areas. Can you forget such a common sense thing?"
"No, I mean how did they get through the guardrail of the Rusty River? Isn't there always an anisocrystal barrier there?"
"*Civilizedis*, you ask me, how do I know? These monsters are the same as the incarcerated ones. Some have weird powers, and some are rough and thick-skinned. Who can guess the reason. Let's go, Great detective. What we have to do is evacuate the residents, and these monsters will be taken care of by the FAC combat team."
As soon as he finished speaking, a warrior wearing a high-tech tactical exoskeleton rushed out. The battle ax in his hand lit up with blue light. With just one swing, those who emerged from the alien crystal barrier The monster was immediately torn into pieces.
"You see, these strong men are the FAC's combatants against the madness. Their equipment is much better than our patrols. So don't be like the Earl of Chelsea. If you try to be a hero again, I won't be able to bear it."
Kyle also understood the seriousness of the matter, and went into the residential building with Old Jack, knocking on the door from door to door to drive people away. However, some families only lived in a room of less than 50 square meters, but there were eight people in total. people. Although the doors of some rooms were locked, there were sounds like the sound of guns being loaded inside.
"Damn, this building is basically filled with people who escaped from the Syndicate."
"Does it make any difference?"
"There is a difference, it's a big difference! Even if the people in the Syndicate are civilians - most of them are the kind of people who only believe in their own fists. They are quite hostile to official institutions. When they see the uniforms we are wearing Then it will make them distrust us even more.”
"Then how can we evacuate?"
Old Jack scratched his head irritably. Although he wanted to curse, "They want to have nothing to do with me," but this was a task assigned by the branch. If you don't complete it, you will be punished.
"Boy, have the residential buildings been evacuated?"
What's even more terrible is that just when the two were at a deadlock, a member of the FAC came to them and asked.
Old Jack pretended to be dumb as soon as he saw that he was from the FAC, and Kyle could only talk to the FAC member who had his light blue hair tied into a high ponytail. Although it was as if he was making excuses, he still The current situation was summarized and told to the FAC player named Nightingale.
