"This is the information I have compiled these days. You can take a look when you are free."
Chen Sheng, who has been living at Yongzhou headquarters frequently, handed over a piece of information to Bai Yu, who visited the headquarters every day.
As a leader, when there are no tasks that provide high experience, he doesn't have much to do for the time being.
Therefore, he is always sensing the general conditions of the half of the earth shrouded in sunlight, paying attention to whether new abyss cracks appear.
In addition, I have compiled a piece of information in the past few days.
This information will become the necessary initial information for everyone who joins Yongzhi in the future.
When Bai Yu heard this, he was not in a hurry to report on his work these days, but instead took the information and started browsing.
"These are... monster introductions?"
Bai Yu quickly flipped through a few pictures, which basically contained various hand-drawn drawings of monsters and related intelligence information.
The pictures of monsters hand-drawn with hard pens look extremely vivid and vivid.
Although he has never studied art, after all, as an extraordinary person, Chen Sheng has excellent control over his body. It is still easy to copy one to one based on the memory in your mind.
"Some of the more typical and common monsters within level three must be remembered as members of the organization."
Chen Sheng said this.
Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
A qualified salvation organization should know its opponents well enough.
Otherwise, it would be a pity if organization members suffer losses in the future due to insufficient intelligence.
Seeing that Bai Yu in front of him was still browsing the information, Chen Sheng was about to say something more: "The afternoon is almost over, you have dinner..."
Halfway through his words, Chen Sheng's expression suddenly changed.
He stood up and frowned slightly.
Bai Yu was stunned when he saw this, and then immediately asked with a serious face: "What's wrong?"
"Abyss crack." Chen Shengyan said concisely and comprehensively.
This time, a new abyss crack appeared on the border of the United States, and there was quite a time difference with Zhonghai City on the Chinese side.
Although the sun had just reached the United States, Chen Sheng could immediately sense the appearance of a crack in the abyss through the sunlight.
But this was still delayed for some time due to jet lag, and the situation there was already a bit anxious.
His perception, which still uses sunlight as the medium, is indeed broad, but Chen Sheng's CPU was almost burned out, and he could barely filter out the information about the illuminated hemisphere.
Moreover, there are limitations in the range of light. If abyss cracks appear in the remaining hemisphere at night, Chen Sheng really has no choice.
After taking turns to monitor half of the world, it is indeed unrealistic to force Chen Sheng to do the rest.
He is a leader, not an animal.
This situation highlights the importance of building a global intelligence system.
Yongzhi must have its own satellites and have enough intelligence personnel around the world. Or pray that the system rewards an extraordinary version of intelligence-gathering capabilities.
A person fighting alone is indeed a bit weak in situations where he needs to save the world.
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In the dim space, everything around him was a bit unclear.
Depressed and damp, it challenges the tense nerves every moment.
When the dripping water in the darkness exploded on the tip of his nose, Yazd Russell opened his eyes suddenly.
"This is where?"
Whispering in a low voice, the man with long brown curly hair sat up from the cold ground.
Yazd Russell frowned, his memory still lingered on a few dog barks coming from the dense forest in the dark night, and the bright flashlights that were struck on his face by the armed mercenaries.
Then there was darkness.
"I almost died. The dose of anesthesia those bastards used was really high."
A voice sounded next to the unkempt Yazd Russell.
He followed the sound and saw that it was a bald, muscular man who was stroking his head and sitting up while holding on to the corner of the wall.
This is an acquaintance, Angel Romero.
Unlike him who is better at wisdom, Angel Romero is a big man who is very good at dancing with his fists and is also his companion in death.
"What happened? Romero?"
Russell looked at Romero standing up in the darkness of the corner, and then at the closed space surrounded by iron railings.
He had some speculations in his heart, but he didn't dare to face them for a while.
"Obviously, we dropped the ball."
Romero staggered to Russell's side, not minding the wet and water-logged ground, and sat down directly.
"Our secret investigation was discovered, and a dozen heavily armed guys with hounds captured us both alive."
"You fell down before you could even react."
"I only lasted a few dozen seconds longer than you. I strangled a hound to death, and then I couldn't avoid it and was taken away by the anesthesia needle."
"Next, we who are locked up here are basically waiting to die."
Romero gave a helpless smile and then patted his good friend on the shoulder.
Hearing this, Russell fell silent.
It's not like he hasn't encountered danger.
But this was the first time I encountered such a desperate situation.
Over the years, in order to crack down on those who still try to sell modern slaves in modern society, he has tried every means to crack down and save people.
I survived too many licks of blood from the knife edge.
But this time, it was obviously a desperate situation.
Who would have thought that what they thought was just a simple investigation would lead to the two of them being captured alive by a large number of ambushed enemies.
Now that it falls into the hands of this well-known evil force, there is a high probability that it will have to wait until the anesthesia effect on the body completely wears off, and then undergo some inhuman torture.
until death.
"Do you regret it?"
Russell looked at the strong man beside him and hugged his shoulders and asked in a low voice.
"regret?"
Romero chuckled, glanced at Russell and said no more.
Seeing this, Russell also smiled softly.
This question makes no sense.
The two of them have already decided on the life goals they will strive for for the rest of their lives.
They first worked together as volunteers for the WHO to support Southeast Asia, helping local residents with low medical standards for free.
Then, by chance, they witnessed the darkness hidden behind this world.
Human *trafficking!
The Asia-Pacific region accounts for most of the 50 million modern slaves counted by the United Nations.
There are too many people in this area living a homeless life because of human trafficking.
And behind these tragedies, there are too many entangled interests.
Two people who wanted to be volunteers resolutely embarked on a road destined to struggle for a lifetime.
And the reason why they appeared in a manor in a dense forest in the United States today was because of a line they had been tracking for the past few years.
An evil group that often purchases people in Indonesia's Aceh Province to use as drug mules. The so-called drug mules are living people who use their bodies to transport small pills.
They have been collecting relevant evidence and trying to find ways to rescue the victims.
But now...
Because of their carelessness, they also fell into the urn.
ps: I don’t dare to write it down in details, I just want everyone to know.
