2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a long time.

"It's a coincidence, isn't it?" Zhou Xingxian raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "Although it is an unintentional move for you, it is indeed a great contribution, otherwise the entire Menxia City will be in even greater danger. situation."

"But..." Yan Muyun hesitated for a moment, and finally said what he was thinking: "The biggest contributor to discovering the conspiracy of the mastermind in advance this time should be Lele."

If Liu Yuhang and Wu Zihan's sons hadn't seen everyone on the street glowing red, I'm afraid the Special Branch wouldn't have responded so quickly, and the entire city wouldn't have immediately entered a level one alert state.

"No." Zhou Xingxian shook his head and said in a low voice: "When we reviewed the incident afterwards, we found that if Lord Molten's hideout had not been discovered, this catastrophe would not have happened at that time."

"After the situation stabilized, the Special Branch and the police immediately conducted a comprehensive search of the entire city. The conclusion obtained showed that the original plan of the so-called 'Holy Glory Order' should not be implemented until a few months later. At that time, the number and strength of the alien species we are fighting will probably double."

Holy Glory Order? Is it the name of the organization behind the scenes?

Yan Muyun was puzzled by this unfamiliar title at first, and then gradually opened his mouth because of the other party's words: "In other words, at least four king-level mutants will need to be dealt with by then?"

Zhou Xingxian nodded slowly: "And countless elite and mature bodies."

Yan Muyun didn't speak for a long time, feeling a sense of fear in his heart. If things really develop in the original direction, I am afraid that the entire Menxia City will be turned into ruins.

"The methods of this Shengyao Order are indeed... very weird." Zhou Xingxian's eyes showed deep fear: "Before it, there has never been a method in the world that can create dark curtains and control alien species."

It is precisely because of this that there were such big flaws in the Special Branch under his leadership. There were an astonishing number of alien species lurking under his nose without any knowledge.

He did not say these words because he was suspected of making excuses to shirk responsibility.

"In the past year or so, the Shengyao Cult has disguised itself as a serious security company, reached deals with senior executives of many consortiums and companies, and acquired many large warehouses and land around the city through various channels, and transferred them to Transformed into a petri dish for alien species.”

Zhou Xingxian's face was serious as he continued: "The 'Beast Transformation Gene Warrior Bodyguard' that was popular among the elite during that time was the work of the Shengyao Religion. All the Beast Transformation Gene Warriors from their company have strong combat effectiveness and extremely high professional quality. .The most important thing is absolute loyalty, like having no personal will at all and absolutely obeying the employer's orders. As long as you feed the 'Red Ice' on time, you can let them do whatever you want them to do."

Yan Muyun frowned, thinking of the second-generation rich man, Su Tianyu, who was almost killed by Li Qingke. There is also a bodyguard of a beastly genetic warrior beside this guy. His name seems to be "Wolf Dog", and he really feels like an uncivilized beast.

He let out a long breath: "Trafficking humans and selling drugs at the same time, no wonder we can create so many 'petri dishes' in a short period of time."

Zhou Xingxian nodded slowly: "For those elites, these beast-like genetic warriors appear to be bodyguards who have signed a contract, but in fact they are slaves sold to themselves."

"These people who buy bodyguards are not good people." Yan Muyun frowned.

"So almost all of them are dead." Zhou Xingxian said expressionlessly.

Yan Muyun was stunned: "What?"

Zhou Xingxian put his hands behind his back and looked out the window with some emotion: "Not long after the city entered the first-level alert state, these animal-like genetic warrior bodyguards all lost control and attacked their employers like crazy. Caught off guard, Those buyers suffered heavy casualties."

"This is..." Yan Muyun's eyes widened.

Zhou Xingxian withdrew his gaze and looked at him again: "Those who can afford genetic warriors as bodyguards are either rich or noble and control the lifeblood of various industries in Menxia City. Once they die, even if there is no alien catastrophe, Menxia City will still Chaos is ahead for a long time to come.”

"What the hell?" Yan Muyun couldn't hold it back.

This is to kill them all.

Zhou Xingxian was silent for a moment and continued: "However, the impact of this move is actually limited. After all, more people will not engage in such illegal and borderline transactions. For the Holy Glory Legion, it is probably just a little icing on the cake. ."

The room fell into silence. After Yan Muyun tried hard to digest all the information he had just heard, he raised his head and asked hesitantly: "The catastrophe in Menxia City...how many people died?"

"Seven thousand five hundred and eighty-six people." Zhou Xingxian's tone was a little heavy.

Today's Menxia City has a population of about 20 million. For this catastrophe that has affected the entire city, casualties of less than 10,000 may not seem to be many at first glance. But if you put yourself in the perspective of the victim, you will find that even the number 1 is as heavy as a mountain.

After a brief silence, Zhou Xingxian continued: "After this catastrophe, international public opinion almost overwhelmingly condemned China. Especially the media in Europe and the United States published articles saying that the government was incompetent, the army was useless, and the basic rights to life of ordinary people could not be guaranteed. ..."

Yan Muyun's blood pressure skyrocketed when he heard this: "These are these dogs who can stand and talk without pain in their backs."

"In response to these accusations, all our country can do is sincerely apologize and share the methods and basic information about the Shengyao Order with all countries..."

Zhou Xingxian spoke slowly, Yan Muyun listened silently, and the atmosphere in the room was very solemn.

"...However, in the next few months, catastrophes similar to those in Menxia City broke out in many places around the world at almost the same time." Zhou Xingxian paused when he said this, and his expression became a little strange:

"Cities such as Boston in the United States, Manchester in the United Kingdom, Sydney in Australia, and Yokohama in Japan have all been hit extremely hard, with casualties ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions."

Yan Muyun was stunned. While feeling absurd, a strong sense of déjà vu suddenly surged in his heart.

Wait, why does this scene look so familiar?

"Hua Xia has obviously shared all its known experiences with them, yet they are still being treated like this. It's exactly the same as before, and they really don't have a long memory at all..." Zhou Xingxian frowned and shook his head, suddenly noticing that Yan Muyun had a strange look on his face. He looked at himself, and then suddenly remembered that the "young man" in front of him came from the same era as himself.

He coughed twice and continued: "In these catastrophes, as time goes by, the number of times the gods take action becomes less and less. We only recently learned the reason..."

"Wait a minute!" Yan Muyun suddenly interrupted him loudly and said in surprise: "Did the gods take action?"

Zhou Xingxian looked at him deeply: "You really don't remember anything."

"Remember what?" Yan Muyun looked confused.

Only then did he remember that he had never asked how the catastrophe in Menxia City ended.

"After Lord Molten was killed by you, the Lord God came and annihilated all the alien species in the city at once." Zhou Xingxian said slowly.

"Me?" Yan Muyun pointed to his nose: "I killed Lord Molten Demon? That king-level alien species, the big guy like a hill?"

"Yes." Zhou Xingxian nodded in affirmation, and then looked at him with a deep look: "The gods took action and ended this catastrophe. And your action against the gods has become what everyone knows today..."

"...the blasphemer."