I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

The light shines into the room, and the metal medal reflects the red and white luster.

Brushing his thumb across the slightly warm surface, Anthony looked at the clear Sacred Shield logo above, and his heart was uneasy for a long time.

The first half of the award ceremony has ended, and the next is the meeting of the upper levels of the European countries, but that has nothing to do with the soldiers.

Hobert sat next to him and wiped the medal with his sleeve, laughing until his teeth fell: "This is a great surprise!

He carefully put the medal into the box, and carefully smoothed the red rope, so as not to leave a half-wrinkle.

"A..."

Hobert breathed a sigh of relief, then patted the box with satisfaction:

"No matter what I say, I have to take another day off, send this thing back in person, and let my family take good care of it for me."5

"In this way, even if you die in battle, you can still leave memories for your family and have a strong background and qualifications."

After he finished speaking, he looked left and right, stood up inexplicably, paused for a moment, touched his trousers, and sat down on the chair again.

His appearance of advancing and retreating was obviously not completely calm.

Seeing Anthony's squinting eyes, Hobert was a little embarrassed, took off his hat and scratched his head: "I'm still in a dream now.

He pointed his chin: "How about you?"

Hearing this, Anthony put the Holy Shield Medal in front of him, stared at it for a while, and suddenly put it in the box and put it away:

"I also want to take a leave of absence and donate this medal to the museum, on the condition that we must write the names of our whole team.

Hobert's expression darkened, and he was about to say something when the door was suddenly pushed open, and two men in suits walked in with the cold wind.

"Anthony, I'm afraid you don't have time to ask for leave.

As soon as these words came out, the two people who were waiting were a little stunned, and Hobert stood up directly: "Who are you? What do you mean by saying this? 55

The man in the suit headed didn't speak, just looked at Anthony with a smile.

Hobart suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, turned his head and saw that Anthony had also stood up, shook his head to himself, and said;

"I know them.

The man in the suit took out a document and handed it to the two of them, saying:

"Anthony Zangwill, Hobert Douglas, we have permission from the Southern Corps, please come with us."

Hobart was at a loss: "And me?"

Glancing at the document, Anthony patted the former on the shoulder: "Let's go, we just won the Holy Shield Medal, nothing bad will happen.

Although human beings are not completely friendly, and there will always be filth of one kind or another, but there will never be someone stupid enough to be so arrogant that they can't get along with the recipient of the Holy Shield Medal.

What's more, the ceremony is not over yet. Doing such a thing is definitely a death-in-death.

Hobert saw that Anthony had nothing to say, and had a hunch in his heart, and said nothing.

Accompanied by the man in the suit, the two left the house.

They walked through the long corridor to the street behind the building and got into a waiting black car.

This car is very unusual, sitting inside completely invisible to the outside, and the passengers are also separated from the cab by steel plates.

The man in the suit knocked on the steel plate, and the car started slowly.

As former members of the special forces, the two of them could easily tell that it was Morse code.

Displeased, he threw the ice on his beard, and Hobart said, "It's still so mysterious, now we can talk about it!"

The man in the suit took out the document from the lining: "I am from the Special Research Department, and this process is for confidentiality. 99

"You can call me Ron, of course, I don't have a friend named Harry Potter.

The man made a little joke.

"Special Research Department?" Hobart couldn't help but glance at Anthony. "You guys want to recall it back? But what's my business?"

Ron crossed the knuckles of both hands and said seriously: "Of course it's because of your excellent performance."

"Since you belonged to the Southern Legion before, have you ever thought about why the army is suddenly eager to move south?

Hobert shook his head truthfully, and his mind was also hung up by this sentence, wondering what the secret was.

"Ron, if you have something to say, hurry up." Anthony said coldly.

Shaking his head, Ron leaned back in his chair: "Don't be so impatient, old man, I'll take you to see the answer for yourself.

"Anyway...you have a new mission.

Sitting in a fully enclosed car and unable to see the outside world, Anthony and Anthony could only vaguely judge where they were going by relying on their sense of direction.

But the driver is also very cunning, deliberately going around a lot, messing up their sense of direction.

Half an hour later, the feeling of falling suddenly came, and after a few minutes, the whole car stopped completely.

Ron opened the door, and Anthony and the others got out of the car.

This is a wide underground space with metal plates in all directions, like the interior of a space battleship.

A clerical-looking woman (ccdf) came over.

Ron said to the two: "From today, you can't leave here without permission. 35

Then he pointed at the civilian woman: "If you have any words or items to give to someone, let her know now, and the special research department will help you to do it all.

Anthony frowned: "If I remember correctly, my authority in the ministry has not been revoked, should I even do the same?

Ron nodded affirmatively. "Yes, old man."

Anthony's heart sank.

The southern legion is eager to advance, and the old members have to keep a high degree of secrecy... I am afraid that I will be forced to participate in some kind of extraordinary event.

This often means danger!

The choked appearance of his wife's farewell still flashed back in his mind: "Promise me, I will come back."

Shaking his head, refraining from distracting thoughts, Anthony took out the Holy Shield Medal and explained many things in detail.

After seeing the medal, the civilian woman's eyes were obviously more respectful.

Hobart also painted tigers like cats, but as a veteran soldier, although he fought calmly, he always murmured.

Next, Ron helped them open the most basic access rights, led them to the dormitory, and then took them to another place.

Hobert watched for a while, and couldn't help stunned secretly. This place is guarded at five steps and sent out at ten steps. The defense and security measures are frighteningly strict.

"What on earth are we going to do?" Anthony asked.

Ron stopped, turned around, and said, placing his index finger on the wall instrument, "Study.

"Learning?" Hobart was stunned.

What kind of answer is this? We can be called the elite of the elite. Even in your special research department, there are not many ordinary members who can compare with us.

You actually told me that we have to study?

At this time, Ron's fingerprint verification passed, and the metal wall slowly rose, revealing the usual classroom-like layout inside.

Among them, there were already twenty or thirty men and women, and they all looked over when they heard the sound.

Ron made a "please" gesture.

Anthony and Hobert looked at each other and stepped into the classroom.

On the podium, the middle-aged bald man was writing something, pointing to a corner without raising his head: "Numbers 39 and 40."

"Thank you." The two took their seats, and as the door closed, Ron gradually disappeared from sight.

After a while, the middle-aged Xie Ding put down his pen and straightened up: "Very well, it seems that everyone has finally arrived.

He tapped on the desk with a pen: "To be precise, it is not I who teach you, but everyone who studies and studies together.35

"It's not humility, it's the truth. Because we're dealing with areas that have never been touched before, and it's about your life and death."

Including Anthony, the hearts of everyone present were seized, what is it that makes it so mysterious and solemn?

Xie Ding middle-aged man looked around at everyone, opened the slideshow, and said word by word: "The first part, the physical and chemical properties of another world.

Anthony heard the sound of inhalation, and his own heartbeat slowed for half a beat, and Hobart almost stood up.

Everyone showed undisguised shock.

The previous questions were suddenly answered at this moment.

PS: Thanks to "Pioneer aaaaa" for pointing out the problem, that part is indeed written with problems, and it is estimated that it is also related to the state.

Apologize to everyone here!