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Nero Bacchus suddenly felt that his head was unusually heavy, and he was as groggy as if he had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights. The clockwork of his thinking seemed to be suddenly rusty and difficult to turn... What was going on? He just took a sip of wine. Can't I do it?

wrong! This is not the effect of alcohol at all. With my current physique, how could I be dizzy due to a small amount of alcohol? - He suddenly raised his head and looked at the smiling John in front of him, and struggled: "It's you! You actually -"

Before he could even utter the poisoned words, a strange feeling of dizziness came over him like a raging ocean wave, quickly drowning Nero's consciousness. He seemed to be drunk, and his thinking was as slow as a fool.

In a daze, Nello struggled and swung his arms forward to attack. However, his fist hit John in front of him, but he felt that the fist fell into the air - John Watson, who was sitting with a smile, seemed to be just an illusory shadow.

However, the next second, the strangely laughing shadow suddenly vibrated violently, vibrating with an unprecedented high-amplitude and high-frequency rhythm!

The thin body seemed to become blurred in the wild vibrations. It seemed that second and third John Watsons were gradually growing out from both sides of the body, and it seemed that there were countless John Watson figures crisscrossing and overlapping. together.

Then the frequency of the wild vibration became more and more intense, and the overlapping figures continued to spread to the left and right, as if there were countless John... Chief Watson surrounding him! All he could see was that sinister smiling face, and the creepy laughter kept echoing in the room.

Two Chief Watsons leaned over his ears, and another Chief Watson stood behind him. It seemed that another Chief Watson had penetrated into his brain... maybe there were more than one, and the inner wall of his skull was covered with blood. It seems that dense relief carvings were produced, and the content of the carvings is exactly the face of Chief Watson!

The tens of thousands of Watson officers inside the skull whispered in unison:

"Nello Bacchus, let me see the real world clearly!"

"The real...world?"

Nero Bacchus couldn't help but murmured this sentence. His whole body was convulsing and twitching like an electric shock. His head was raised high, his eyes were turbid white, but wild black followed by bloodshot eyes occupied his eyes.

When he heard Chief Watson's words, it was as if he had received an unquestionable military order. A door deep in his skull slowly opened because of this, and the memory hidden deep in his blood seemed to begin to revive, or maybe it should It is said that some kind of useless memory is gradually being abandoned... He recalled many touching memories and forgot many meaningless loyalties.

The stubborn seed deep in my heart struggled to shine brightly, but this bright glow soon became tinged with a hint of chaotic turbidity, and then followed by a few crystal teardrops, was thrown away from the body.

Tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes, mixed with regret and anger. The past events are still vivid in his mind, those senseless killings, those ruthless mutilations... Nello, who came back to his senses, is filled with grief. He already knows his true noble reason, and he should devote himself to the pursuit of true freedom.

"So that's it. Today you know that I am who I am..."

Nello trembled suddenly, and his consciousness suddenly came to his senses. He lowered his head and looked at the wine glass in his hand. The transparent wine glass still contained a nearly full glass of whiskey, as if he had not drank it yet.

The hands of time seemed to turn back, and they seemed to have returned to the original conversation between the two, as if everything hadn't started yet, and nothing had changed.

But Nello Bacchus knew in his heart that everything was different.

A moment of cloudy clarity flashed in the depths of his eyes. He drank the wine in one gulp and lowered his head to the respected Chief Watson.

"I understand, Chief Watson, and I will follow your instructions exactly."

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The night is deep, the crescent moon once again occupies the highest throne in the sky, and awake mortals inevitably fall into the whirlpool of sleep.

The start time for the night overtime work has arrived, and the deputy leader of the Crossroads Order once again led the believers to dive into the cold river until they stepped onto the soft river bed, and stepped step by step into the secret door on the stone wall at the bottom of the river.

After emerging from the water, Nero lit the oil lamp in the tunnel to light the way to the underground headquarters.

Perhaps due to the exhaustion of days of work, his spirit seemed a little tired. When he went to the headquarters gate, he held up the oil lamp with one hand and supported the wall with the other. However, he seemed to have forgotten how amazing his strength was now, and his five thick fingers just moved casually. Pressing on the rock wall of the river tunnel, five deep holes were easily poked.

The church members following behind looked at the five holes and imitated putting their fingers into the five holes and digging hard... not to mention further enlarging the five holes, even loosening the threads inside the holes. Neither stone nor earth can do it.

Hiss... the Crossroads secret cultist took a breath of cold air, not just because he was surprised by the strong strength of Vice-leader Nello, but because he just bent his fingers too hard and almost broke his fingers in the hole.

He quietly turned around and said, "Mr. Nello's strength is really getting stronger and stronger. I guess his blade skills have been promoted to the third level, right?"

"Of course, if Mr. Nero is not powerful, how can he hold the position of deputy leader? Is he as weak as you, an ordinary employee of the slaughtering assembly line?" Even so, the third secret cultist couldn't restrain his curiosity. He also stretched out a finger and put it into the hole in the stone wall, picking and scratching, going in and out, poking his finger until it hurt, but it could not shake the hard stone in the slightest.

"Tsk - you are just a forging boilerman, how dare you laugh at me! You even learned the first-level casting, but you still can't pierce through this stone wall... Your fingers are as soft as your thing, not hard enough and not strong enough!"

"Ah, you dare to make fun of my skills?! I will test your strength on the weekend--" The third cultist showed a lewd smile and patted the firm buttocks in front of him.

Nello could no longer bear the whispering of the two people behind him, and cursed: "You two shut up! Don't let me hear you discussing that disgusting and dirty thing in the headquarters, otherwise I will tear off your two things and stuff them into the back door between you!!!"

Just for this matter, the whole team was silent, but the Crossroads cultists who heard the discussion in front couldn't help but reach in and touch the five finger-thick holes whenever they passed by them.

However, their attention was focused on the five most obvious holes, but they all missed a finger hole hidden in the shadows. As early as when they first surfaced, before the deputy leader Nero bent down to pick up the unlit oil lamp to illuminate the tunnel, he had already quietly poked a relatively inconspicuous hole in the stone wall under the cover of darkness. Deep in the hole was a piece of paper with today's secret code for opening the door written on it.

"What drum can drive the rapist crazy and commit suicide?"

"Only the skin of the oracle Mathias... and my skin."

Melanie, wet, chanted the secret code for opening the door on the paper softly. She had already understood it. She turned around and nodded slightly to the anti-suppression bureau extermination team members hidden under the dark cloak.

"We can continue to move forward."

The elite extermination team member whose face was hidden under the metal mask nodded slightly and waved a gesture to signal the team members behind to follow.