Blackstone Code

Messy bullet casings were scattered randomly on the ground, stained with blood.

From time to time, it would be kicked away by passers-by, and after landing on the ground, it would make a dull sound or two, and then stick to the ground again.

Sticky with blood.

Corpses were placed on the ground outside the warehouse, and the camera faithfully recorded everything.

"Two hundred and forty-three people, including their leader."

The Public Security Bureau officer in charge of the case couldn't help but light up a cigarette. Some people looked over and looked at the cigarette in his hand and the rising smoke. They swallowed and continued. The work of their hands.

Cigarettes are expensive.

At present, hydroponic farms in the federal territory are basically all edible and high-yielding crops. People are already running out of food, and no one will waste so many resources growing tobacco leaves.

But there are indeed some hydroponic farms that are growing tobacco leaves. After all, the gentlemen in Districts 1 and 2 have worked hard to manage the shelter and expended a lot of mental and physical energy.

Lighting up a cigarette is definitely a must when they want to kill some time.

They have already given so much to people, so what if they meet their small needs?

Cigarettes in the shelter are mainly supplied to the first and second districts. They are also sold in other districts, but the price is very high.

Cigarettes sold for one and ninety-nine cents outside now require 0.05 credit points, which translates into about twenty-five federal soles, which is about ten dollars in the past.

Coupled with the current limited sources of income in shelters and the limited income in the outside world, most families no longer have the spending power for luxury goods such as cigarettes.

So when the official lit up a cigarette, the desire in those eyes was undeniable.

They were willing to walk a few more steps carrying the body, and also wanted to circle around the officials and smell the smell of cigarettes.

Even a little taste can make them feel satisfied.

The official took two steps outside and stood at the door of the warehouse. The "sunlight" from the ceiling shone through, making him feel less cold than inside the warehouse.

Maybe it's because I feel in my heart that even though the temperature won't be much different, it feels colder when standing in the warehouse.

He glanced at the altar that was completely covered in blood, flicked his cigarette ashes and said, "The big shots in this case are very concerned about it, and there are even many people in the company who are paying attention to it."

"Those traces on the ground cannot be completed in one or two days. They have chess pieces in the management and they have to find these people."

Standing next to him is his assistant. The security bureau in the shelter implements a system similar to that of a police station.

A chief of the public security bureau is responsible for daily administrative work, two to four assistant chiefs are responsible for more specific tasks, and then there are public security bureaus, offices, and action teams in each district.

This officer is the director of the Public Security Bureau of District 7, and next to him is the assistant director he brought, who can also be regarded as his deputy.

"Only by finding someone with weight to take responsibility for us can we get ourselves out of this troublesome matter!"

"And, they did infiltrate management."

There are very strict management methods for what items are stored in each warehouse, when it is opened, and when it is closed.

If there was no one in the logistics department responsible for managing the warehouse on their side, or at least helping them cover up what was happening here, they would never have the chance to carry out such a large-scale evil god sacrifice here.

Finding these people and digging out more valuable characters is the way for them to protect themselves.

The assistant director pursed his lips and said, "Their leader is dead..."

The director didn't care. "He must have family and friends. They must know something."

"This case is a big problem for us, but it's also an opportunity."

"Make it a big case!"

The scene was quickly cleared, and a handful of uninjured cultists were arrested, along with many of the religious ritual instruments they had prepared.

Including that weird sacrificial item.

What follows is a large-scale arrest and interrogation work. The laws in the shelter are different from those on the ground. People's basic rights here have been weakened to the point where only "living" is left.

Everyone who might be suspected of being involved in the incident was put on a list and then all arrested.

There are no longer so-called law enforcement standards in the police station, and the security officers use various methods to dig out what they want from these people's mouths.

At present, about 40% of the personnel here are from Blackstone Security, 20% are from the FBI, 20% are from the federal police system, 10% are from the military, and 10% are from other law enforcement agencies. mechanism.

This is actually a "settlement" finally reached by multiple interest groups. Although the personnel arrangement of the Public Security Bureau is not entirely Blackstone Security's employees, they still account for the majority.

Those who truly belong to the grassroots law enforcement agencies on the ground are actually the 20% of federal police.

Therefore, when it comes to interrogations, most security officers are very tough, and without legal constraints, groups of people are quickly arrested, interrogated, and the process is repeated.

In less than two weeks, the case was clearly investigated.

The same reports, one after another, entered the eyes of the upper-level gentlemen through different channels, and also entered the desks of the company's senior executives.

Lynch also had such a report in hand, which introduced in detail how this "Bliss Cult" was born, how it developed, how many people in the management they had pulled down in the process, and their ultimate purpose.

"The evil god has revived..." Lynch noticed the word in the report, and then put the report down, "Is the leader dead?"

The person responsible for delivering the report was a mid-level cadre within Blackstone Security. He nodded and said, "He was shot dead the first time we raided the warehouse."

Lynch raised his brows and pursed his lips hard, "I thought you would capture him alive so that you could dig out some more valuable information from his mouth."

At this time, the middle-level cadre realized that Lynch's words were not meant to praise him, and he suddenly started to sweat.

"Mr. Lynch, their uniforms are almost identical. When we raided the warehouse, they immediately began to resist extremely fiercely and were not afraid of death."

"Under the provisions of the Doomsday First Safety Act Amendment Act, our only option at that time was to address the danger as quickly as possible before we were injured."

"When their resistance and desire to attack disappeared, the leader also fell to the gunpoint."

Lynch nodded noncommittally, picked up the report in his hand and continued reading.

After about a few minutes, he put it down again, "It says here that you have found a lot of items related to the cult, some sacrificial vessels, and some documents. Where are the things?"

"It has been sent to the second area."

"Pack them up and send them to Bupen. Send them to this address and I will arrange for someone to receive them." He then wrote an address to the middle-level cadre, which is the research institute of the Holy Peace Society's Eternal Life Institution.

It is also the main research location of the Theological School.

At first, he just thought that this Paradise Cult was a group of people who, like Paradise Island, gained wealth and status by providing various extreme emotional values.

But judging from this report, it is clear that they did not just form this religious organization purely for wealth and status.

They definitely have a more profound pursuit and purpose, but unfortunately their leader is dead, and it is difficult for Lynch to dig out some content.

At the end, Lynch named a few more people, who might know some inside information, and asked them to send these people to the Theological Research Institute.

"I have read the report, edited out the part about the evil god's resurrection, and replaced it with the statement that the purpose of forming this cult organization is for wealth and pleasure, and then sent it to the deputy director for her review."

"If she says there's no problem, it can be played."

The mid-level cadres took Lynch’s words to heart and left the office.

Soon all the sacrificial vessels and other items related to this case, along with a few people, were sent to the research institute.

Lynch made a call in advance to the chief scientist of the theological school, and he talked about some possible phenomena.

"The special properties of Gothic particles have always given me some more unrealistic associations. We have been following the footprints left by the gods, but we have never been able to find anything that can allow us to confirm their existence."

"I think this cult case is a little unusual. Maybe we can discover something here that we haven't discovered before, or that is different from the past and is changing."

"We have not only entered a new universe, but also entered an area that we have never set foot in before!"

"So I hope you can research and screen whether the materials provided by these people will be helpful to our cause."

"If you have any news, please notify me in time!"

Lynch didn't tell them that his golden badge could radiate strong Gothe particles independently. Of course, the radiation distance was not very far.

But as it may be the only thing discovered so far that can actively produce high-moral particles, its value is not small!

Since such a thing exists in this world, is it the only one?

It's hard to say!

So Lynch gave the theological people a small, kind reminder, maybe they have a chance to get ahead of the medical school again!

Compared with true immortality, Lynch actually doesn't like constantly changing bodies, and it's still so unsafe!