2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

There were no lights on in the room, the curtains were half-closed, and the environment seemed a bit gloomy.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray and white classical robe with a slicked-back hair and a pair of sunglasses stood by the window. He opened the curtain with his fingers and looked at the outside world through the gap.

After a moment, he praised and said: "As expected of the deputy director of the Special Branch Bureau. It seems that the rumors that he once suppressed the king-level alien species by himself are true. What can the director of the Special Branch Bureau do? Strong?"

"Bishop, the director of this city's Special Branch is not good at fighting. His strengths are more in management and command." Not far behind the middle-aged man, there was a short man wearing a white suit and carrying a briefcase. He responded respectfully.

"No wonder, no wonder..." The man took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely:

"No wonder our plan was discovered so quickly. No wonder the Special Branch commissioners all appeared in advance at the locations we focused on like prophets. No wonder we haven't caused any real fatal damage to the city until now... ..."

"Do you think I would say this?" The bishop turned around, the cigarette flickering in his mouth.

The short man's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground. His briefcase dropped to the side. His voice was trembling: "No...I don't dare. This is all because of my dereliction of duty..."

The bishop turned around and walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, crossing one leg: "Get up, Eugene, I know you are not afraid of me... No, it is better to say that because of your superpower, you are not afraid of anyone, right?"

"No, no, no, no, no... I respect you from the bottom of my heart, and I never dare to disobey you in the slightest." Eugene pressed his forehead to the ground with force.

The bishop supported the side of his face with his hand and said in a calm tone: "In this plan, you are only responsible for training and placing the beast-turned-death warriors. You have done a good job. What is wrong with you?"

"I...I..." Eugene hesitated and couldn't speak for a long time.

"This plan was designed and implemented by me. Now it has failed to achieve the expected results. You said it was your dereliction of duty... Are you implying that this was my dereliction of duty? ?" The bishop inserted the five fingers of his right hand into his hair, combed it back hard, and blew out a puff of white smoke into the sky:

"Yeah?"

Eugene didn't dare to speak at all at this time. He just pressed his forehead to the ground, his short body trembling slightly.

At this moment, there was the sound of unlocking at the entrance of the room, the door was opened, and two figures, one tall and one short, walked in from the outside.

The indifference on the bishop's face disappeared and turned into a smile: "How are you, boys?"

The boy threw the rabbit mask aside, then threw himself on the sofa, letting out a long sigh: "Failed, I might have been killed if my brother hadn't been here."

"Hahahaha, you have only been awakened for more than three years. There is still a long way to go in the future. Sooner or later, you will become a much more powerful person than them. There is no need to rush to prove yourself." The bishop took out a stick from his pocket. The lollipop was thrown and the boy caught it in his hand.

Eugene had stood up at this time and carefully asked in a low voice: "So, 'Qingfeng' now..."

"I'm afraid it's already coming this way," the man wearing a husky mask replied.

The bishop yawned and said lazily: "It doesn't matter. His abilities pose no threat to the Molten Lord at all. Now I am more concerned about the other side. I don't know how they are doing."

Eugene stood aside, seemingly fine on the surface, but inwardly he was already in a state of turmoil.

It doesn't matter? Doesn't it matter?

Originally, everyone just needed to hide and wait for the situation to develop. This confident little devil wanted to kill "Qingfeng", but not only did he not kill him, he also aroused the other party's vigilance.

Originally, Qingfeng would continue his mission without receiving orders. It would take at least 20 minutes to investigate the surrounding buildings. He could use this time to do a lot of things. Now that he realizes that his powers have blind spots, he may give up the search mission and rush here as soon as possible.

Although it is indeed difficult for him to deal with the Molten Lord with his special powers, the deputy director can definitely let him support the rest of the Shanlan team. If those commissioners escape and come to support, the situation is likely to change significantly again.

"What's wrong? You seem to have something to say?" The bishop suddenly tilted his head at this moment.

"I think..." Eugene's ugly eyebrows twitched, he took a deep breath, and still expressed his worries: "It's a bit off-putting."

The bishop smiled slightly and said calmly: "I know what you are worried about. You think I am too indulgent to George, right?"

"No." Eugene lowered his head.

The bishop turned his head and looked in the direction of the balcony with the curtains half-closed: "Don't worry, as long as Bai Yan comes back, many things will be solved. Even if he fails, we still have the final trump card..."

The final trump card?

Eugene glanced at the corner of the living room very secretly, where sat a middle-aged man wearing a suit with a pale face.

The man's demeanor was different from the others in the room. He was frightened, hesitant, and uneasy, and his eyes were darting around. He looked exactly like an ordinary office worker. He didn't make a sound from just now until now, making people almost forget his existence.

"I'm back." A cold female voice sounded without warning, and two figures suddenly appeared in the room, startling both Eugene and the little boy who was slumped on the sofa.

"How's it going?" The bishop adjusted his sunglasses on his forehead and asked with a smile.

"The superpower of Shanlan Team Captain, 'Rock Lion' has been successfully sealed." One of the figures was a woman, and the voice just now was made by her.

The woman has long light brown hair shawl, good appearance and slender figure. But what is more attractive than her appearance and figure is her pair of completely white eyes.

White is pure and thorough, without a trace of impurities.

Some ordinary people wear special contact lenses to achieve this effect, but she wears contact lenses on weekdays to look like an ordinary person.

"'Halo' is dead." The man standing behind the woman said solemnly.

Darkness and danger are the first impressions he gives people, like a hungry lone wolf hiding in a corner, ready to fatally attack its prey at any time.

"Good, very good, very good!" The bishop suddenly stood up from the sofa, spreading his hands as if to embrace the whole world: "Praise the Holy Lord, when the world is liberated, He will definitely remember all the faithful believers. "

"Praise the Holy Lord."

"Praise the Holy Lord."

Everyone present spread their arms, lowered their heads, and spoke piously and solemnly, even the little boy George, who seemed the most restless, was no exception. Only the middle-aged man sitting in the corner looked at this scene with horror on his face, as if he couldn't understand it at all.

"Now, let us offer the most luxurious salute for the coming of the Holy Lord."

The bishop strode to the balcony and opened the curtains forcefully: "Although we have not been able to completely destroy this city, if we kill the most powerful person in the law enforcement agency here and the most powerful warrior, it will be enough for us. The name resounds throughout the world.”

"We want everyone to know that even one of the most powerful countries in the world today can only tremble powerlessly under the power of the Holy Glory Order!"

"White eyes, how long will it take?" The bishop turned around suddenly and spoke in an passionate tone.

At this time, the woman was already standing beside him, looking out the window with a pair of pure white eyes, and said calmly: "Five minutes... no, three minutes."

A hundred meters away in the direction directly opposite the balcony, a man wearing a black trench coat stood in mid-air, with a huge lava beast crawling under him.