Apocalyptic Forecast

Sorry, because the author himself is so stupid that the update sequence is wrong, the editor can't modify it for the time being, I can only change it first.

This chapter caused misalignment and so on, I am really sorry ORZ.

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It's five minutes before six o'clock in the afternoon.

In the captain's room, Ai Qing leaned silently on the chair that originally belonged to Rudolph, staring at the huge screen hanging on the wall.

"This is a great place ..."

The young man, known as Mr. Fan, paced in the wide and amazing room and looked around.

After the slowly unfolding face, countless fine pieces of steel emerged as the pivot turned, and after covering the face of the teenager, a strange lens like a night vision device was formed, looking around.

Under the green light, the walls have become transparent, revealing the complicated structure hidden behind.

"Then, I will prepare to connect next."

He looked back at Ai Qing: "The commander will look at you later."

"Well, there is labor."

Ai Qing nodded.

Then, Mr. Fan fell to the sky.

The body of the young boy was already fragmented in the middle of the air, completely unreasonable mechanical facilities unfolded from the crack of the body, layers of snake-like cables extended out, wandering by themselves, tearing the expensive floor The decoration on the wall is forcibly inserted into the control center.

Combine him with the stars.

At this moment, the majestic source emerged from the soul, carrying his will flow through the huge asterisk in an instant.

The countless cables, machinery and equipment that were originally preset, regardless of the model, year and format type, are controlled by the sacred mark of Yanshi.

It is absolutely impossible to accomplish such a miracle by relying solely on the loss of the **** machine.

But before that, his other limbs had been scattered in various key parts of the asterisk by the self-proclaimed driver Ya Martin Edward.

Along with the start signal from the switchboard, a total of 16 intrusion sequence models emitted the heat of the furnace, assisting his will, and transforming the current stars into the body of Yanshi.

"Slightly ... a little ... the limit ..."

In the captain's room, the Shenji public transport covered with steel made an old sound, and soon, as the personality simulation module went offline, it turned into a pure mechanical sound.

The screen that occupies a whole wall flashed countless snowflakes, and then large and small surveillance cameras quickly emerged.

"The initial coverage of Qunxing is completed."

"The detection of the whole area begins and the database is loaded."

"The mobile command center is completed."

Soon, images from countless monitoring were quickly corrected, screened, combined, and removed, and a miniature version of the asterisk model was displayed above.

All the large and small equipment such as secret passages, institutions, rooms and even electrical circuits, water sources and air filters were taken over by Yan Shi and turned into his eyes and ears.

To listen, to watch, to distinguish.

All the members of the Liangxiao Club selected in the information library are marked on the map projection.

A total of 126 major suspects.

Finally, the voice of the machine calmly reported: "The screening is complete."

Ai Qing nodded: "Is the loading of the spirit probe completed?"

"Ready to use at any time."

"Then load it into the" Quality Testing Working Group "and analyze the data against rotten dreams." Ai Qing said: "Let me see the infection on the car."

As soon as the voice fell, a shocking blood red spread from the virtual map, covering almost half of the stars.

The exaggeration of the data made the support analysis team in the back almost breathe a sigh of relief.

At least one-third of travelers are infected by rotting dreams!

The group of people at the party had definitely invested their blood in this operation. They had prepared so many nightmare seeds in advance-there must have been thousands of passengers who were infected before they got on the bus.

Through explosive infection, the number of infected people was increased by eight or nine times overnight ... I am afraid that after waiting for another night, there will be no healthy people in the car.

At this moment, there are red alarms representing rotting dream infections, throwing away those early infections who have the possibility of recovery. The key parts of the train and the department are almost full of shocking crimson.

It was the end-stage infected who had been eaten away by the rotten dream and turned into a walking dead.

The brand-new personality formed in the decaying dream is hidden behind the subjective consciousness, as long as a bell ringing from the sacrifice can tear the host's last trace of consciousness to complete the substitution and devour.

Ai Qing rubbed her eyebrows, picked up the phone, and connected to the temporary command post at the rear: "Can the decision room send me a 'red book'?"

"Stop joking, Ms. Ai."

The docking liaison sighed helplessly: "At this year's joint meeting, Wuchang has just limited and cleared the number of issuance of documents ... This year, only one copy has been issued in the Asian region. You have signed directly now, and the decision room will definitely be exploded."

In the current situation and many borders, the Astronomical Society has many huge powers. Among all these powers, the most striking thing is the ‘clean-up document’ that can be directly issued as long as it is threatened.

A notice to erase someone from this world.

A murder license that is legally justified and recognized throughout the country.

As long as the moment of stamping, the life of the registered person is equivalent to entering the countdown.

It's just that even if it's a clean-up instrument that represents death, it's not the same. There are also internal levels and weights.

Although they have a formal name that is difficult to remember and difficult to remember, they can also be divided simply and roughly by envelopes that hold documents.

Black, yellow, red, white.

The most common black letters are issued by the inspector after reporting to the branch with permission, and are issued for the individual sublimator, using obituary-like black document covers. There is no need for trial and sentencing, you can be killed in action directly.

However, the issuance of yellow pages requires careful consideration by the branch, and is reported to the decision-making office of the unified bureau to avoid serious consequences.

It is aimed at an entire organization and a large family.

Just like the dense numbers on every page of the phone book, once torn off, everything recorded on it will be erased and disappear above the world.

At the red level, the cleanup document is no longer something that can be written on a piece of paper.

This kind of thickness is enough to be bound into a volume, and the impact of the report that needs to be submitted by the department-level agency and approved by the central decision-making office and the local Wuchang at the same time is too large.

A city, an entire lineage, or an entire border ...

At the moment when the central decision-making room was sealed, it was destined to perish.

As for the more advanced white paper ... it has been submitted once in the past 100 years and has not yet been approved. Each white paper brings at least 30 corrections to the current situation.

With little attention, the whole world will be completely changed.

Ai Qing naturally didn't expect to say anything casually, and he was able to send himself a red leather book to clean up, but he emphasized the difficulty of the mission again, leaving a record in the command center, which was considered to be an insurance.

Otherwise, the ghost knows the risks and consequences of this group of good night party guys when they are about to break the net.

After receiving a batch of support indicators distributed by the command center, she simply hung up the phone and picked up the landline on the table that had borrowed the command channel.

She said, "The action begins."

The time was six o'clock in the afternoon. Huai Shi took his subordinates out of the door, and the corridor under his feet opened to both sides in an instant. A transport track rose from the darkness.

Immediately thereafter, they quickly sink.

As if riding in an elevator, I saw countless cars moving quickly in the dark, sparks flying on the guide rails, they were pulled by Yanshi's power and ran fast.

In just half a minute, it has quietly come to the lower level of the constellation asterisk, and the second-class area is naturally also the place with the largest number of constellation passengers.

There is no separate room, but a suite shared by ten people. Although the bedroom and the bathroom are separated, the location is still narrow. The vague noise and running sound outside the room can be heard across the floor above the head.

But soon, the faint noise quickly went away and disappeared.

[Operation area isolation completed. 】

[Numbered car J897, nine passengers, has been identified as a member of the Liangxiao Club. 】

[The killing permit is issued. 】

Along with the message sent by Master Yan to the mobile phone, a clear voice sounded, and all firearms in the hands of the members of the Cast Iron Legion opened the insurance.

When Huaishi raised his phone and aimed at the floor above his head, he could see the image simulated by Yanshi's server through the floor.

Several silhouettes gathered around and prayed on their knees.

As if chanting some classics, the fanatic voices overlapped and spread to the surroundings, making them drowsy and falling into the rotten dreams little by little.

"Sir, please order." Lattice 1-1 asked.

Huaishi hadn't responded yet. For the first time as a commander, he didn't know how to look more professional.

While waiting, someone seemed to notice that the sound outside had disappeared, found something wrong, and walked in the direction of the door. Then the door handle could not be turned.

He froze for a moment, then turned back and wanted to yell.

"Do it yourself." Huai Shi lowered his voice, no matter what the professional or professional, he directly drew his sword and prepared to punch.

puff.

A soft sound.

Most of the man's head exploded into a mass of plasma.

Immediately afterwards, the sound was loud, and members from the Cast Iron Legion skillfully pulled the trigger, killing the members of the Liangxiao Club above it across the floor.

When Huaixi responded, almost all of the people above died.

He froze for a long time, embarrassingly inserted the sword of virtue that he had just pulled out, and deeply felt that the times had changed.

People here are fighting terrorism. It is obviously inappropriate for you to draw a sword and go out to fight for 300 rounds.

"The target was killed."

Lattice 1-1 turned back and said, "Keep alert ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to search."

As a result, a silent soldier directly took a folding ladder from behind and climbed up skillfully, smashed the floor, went up, took a pistol, and skillfully made a shot at the body of the dead, and finally put an iron box On the wall of the room.

Then slide down the ladder, put away the things, and raise your hand to report to Huai Shi: "Sir, the cleanup is complete, no abnormalities."

"... Ah? Oh!"

The dumbfounded Huai Shi nodded: "It's hard work, what next?"

The phone was shocked and the next mission location was already marked.

The tracks started to run again and took them to the next place. After walking for a while, Lattice 1-11 took out a remote control and pressed it, so a low muffled sound came from afar.

Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

What a skillful ruin!