I, The Occult Painter, Draw The Truth

The atmosphere in the conference room was dignified!

Everyone's heart is basically hopeless!

It's as if they are facing the most difficult and unsolved problems in the world!

In fact, it is indeed the case!

From the very beginning of the meeting to this moment, the people in the entire conference room don't know how many possible solutions to the problem have been put forward!

If there is any possibility of saving the millions of people in Qingshan City, they have discussed it!

Even, many methods have been implemented!

However, the final result, all have only one, that is, failure!

All fail!

That giant "guest" phantom has more than just a mental force field that affects the entire city.

It also has the same source of pollution as the "guest", but a more terrifying and perverted super anti-hostile mental force!!

It can be said that hostile behavior of any kind, any method, has no effect on it!

The entire Special Operations Bureau, all the abilities currently possessed, are not immune to this effect!

There is no way for those who are capable, so, let alone ordinary warriors.

All with the same result!

It is precisely because of this that a large number of teams dispatched by the headquarters of the Action Bureau have all fallen into the deadly vortex of Qingshan City at this moment!

Including all those who supported the past!

**!

Without exception!

It can be said that if that giant "guest" phantom really devoured all the people in Qingshan City at this moment, then it would be an extremely painful experience for the Ming Kingdom!

Casualties of ordinary people, casualties of operations bureau personnel, casualties of those with valuable abilities, and countless other types of losses...and more!

These are the "pain" of the Ming Dynasty!

Unbearable "pain"!

"Everyone, is there any other way..."

The dullness in the conference room continued for a long time again, and the head of the headquarters, sitting at the forefront, said hoarsely.

His hair seemed to turn a little whiter at the moment.

There seems to be more wrinkles on the face.

He was obviously only middle-aged, but his whole person seemed to be even older.

After the head of the headquarters asked, there was still silence in the conference room.

A silence that can be heard as if the hair falls to the ground.

The high-level officials of each general bureau all look lonely, and they also have a strong sense of helplessness and sadness!

Obviously, they, there is no way...

Upon seeing this, the Headquarters Director sighed in his heart.

He had already expected this scene, so there was no more disappointment in his heart.

He closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds.

In the end, he had no choice but to make a decision:

If things are really going to get to the worst point, then, he will apply for a bombing attack, and the target is the entire city of Qingshan...

Although this may not be successful, and even if it is successful, it will cause millions of casualties, but, if you don't do this, no one can predict whether the terrifying monster phantom will mutate again!

In addition, in the sky of Qingshan City, the huge space crack is also a huge threat!

A threat that must not be ignored!

How will it evolve later?

In the crack, in the sky, in the boundless clouds, and the overhanging ocean, what is it?

What happened to that world (Qian Wang's)?

These are all mysteries!

In order not to let the threat spread to other surrounding cities and threaten other citizens...things...

Headquarters, have to make a decision!

"..."

The Headquarters Director let out a long breath again.

He rubbed his eyebrows hard and slowly.

Then, his gaze swept across the many high-rises in the conference room.

Finally, he spoke, his voice decisive, but with helplessness and grief:

"..."