??Chapter 1228: 616 Stop those demons (4000)
Chapter 1228: 616 Stop those demons (4000)
July 6th, morning, Hong Li Federation, West Sand County.
On a dirt-yellow highway near the border, a convoy of rugged, tall military vehicles led the way, followed by an almost equal number of black sedans. The entire convoy moved quickly, reaching the scene of the incident in just half an hour. The location was a pine forest close to the highway.
As the vehicles stopped, a military officer wearing dark yellow boots walked over to maintain order at the scene, followed by a group of ard soldiers. Each one was robust, with a resolute face that exuded seriousness from being tempered by the flas of battle. Beside the highway, the officer approached the front of the convoy with many soldiers. Their attention was particularly focused on the first black sedan in the middle of the convoy.
With a click, the car door swung open crisply.
A black leather boot stepped onto the ground, and a cold-looking young man in a black and white suit descended. His figure was slender, his deanor icy, giving off an air of unapproachability. Though dressed sowhat like a gentleman, with a full set of a white shirt and a black waistcoat, he looked more like a steward. The rolled-up sleeves and collar were fastened with gold-colored buttons that reflected the light slightly.
On the left side of his chest was a brass badge, the pattern of which was an upside-down cross sword, with a palm holding the sword wrapped in thorns. This pattern was also prominent on the white gloves the young man was wearing on both hands.
“Amos, one of the senior level of the Black chanism… known as the Grim Reaper…”
The information flashed through the mind of the approaching officer. The officer, nad Klooney, was one of the liaisons specially used by the Federation Military to coordinate with the Black chanism. To so extent, he understood the Black chanism and had also collaborated with so of its senior officials, maintaining a good relationship.
Therefore, Klooney understood that the arrival of the young man indicated that the Black chanism attached great importance to the current situation. Grim Reaper Amos was one of the Black chanism’s ace enforcers, extrely adept at handling all kinds of supernatural affairs.
His extensive resu made it impossible for Klooney to underestimate him.
“Mr. Amos, welco to the site,” Klooney said as he stepped forward with a handshake gesture, his attitude respectful.
“No need,” Amos frowned slightly, refusing to shake hands with Klooney, and explained, “I’m not fully in control of so of my special abilities at this stage. To avoid harming others, let’s not have any physical contact. Please, let’s dispense with the pleasantries and get straight to the situation…”
Klooney nodded and the two walked side by side.
Personnel from the Black chanism and the military followed closely behind them.
“The underground base where the Black Serum Project and the Black Soldier Program were being carried out was found last night. Its concrete and rebar structure is still intact, with no visible damage to the exterior. But how did an underground base weighing thousands of tons appear here, nearly a hundred kiloters away from its original location, near Highway 38 in the misty pine woods? Is this… sothing achievable by human ans?” Klooney asked, his voice filled with confusion and shock. He felt it was not sothing achievable by technology, but must involve so kind of supernatural power. However, the supernatural powers Klooney had encountered, while indeed capable of prodigious feats, were not exaggerated to this extent.
“Thousands of tons, hundreds of kiloters…” Grim Reaper Amos also fell silent for a mont: “I don’t know either…”
“At least, I definitely can’t do it. Even if my power were to be amplified several tis over, I couldn’t achieve this extent. As for whether soone in the Transcendental Realm could do it, I’m skeptical. Maybe… the Door Organization…”
He stopped mid-sentence. The power of the Door Organization in the world was indisputable. The Kings stood on their own, the Vice Leaders even arrogantly claid to be Saint Fists, and there was the elusive leader. If there were indeed a likely candidate, it should be a powerhouse from the Door Organization.
Progressing through the pine forest, the team continued to move, weaving between the trees.
“The personnel from the underground base were also found here in this misty pine forest. Most of them were unhard, but a few of the research and base personnel have disappeared. All the rest who didn’t vanish have amnesia…” Klooney said, pointing to the distance. There, a section of the pine forest had collapsed, and a massive concrete structure stood imposingly. Outside the underground base, temporary tents had been erected. Researchers from the Black Serum Project were either resting or eating or cooperating with the military for dical checks, but all were not allowed to leave.
“They have amnesia? How severe?” Amos asked as he looked around.
“Quite severe. Not only are the mories of the last two or three days since the disappearance of the base blank, but also any mories related to the Black Serum Project and the Black Soldier Program. Moreover, we can’t find any cause for it, which is why we’re turning to you for help…” Klooney said with a serious face.
“Raw materials, data, mories of the researchers, all gone. If we can’t recover them, it’s tantamount to declaring the project completely bankrupt…”
Klooney turned his head to look at Amos.
Amos nodded and imdiately instructed two of his subordinates to go. Both were Psychic power users dealing with hypnotic mory.
Ten minutes later, the results ca in.
The Psychic power users were powerless, unable to find any trace. It was as though the mories of that period had never occurred at all.
Amos furrowed his brow, and soon sent others into the field. This ti it wasn’t about mory, but to find any remaining energy and traces of the underground base. Perhaps this could be used to identify the culprit behind this incident.
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