Chapter 1428 Absolute Directive

When all the prerequisites are in place, when all participants are admitted, and when the final limit of Yegor's authority is released, the regeneration plan is launched.

That dreamlike ray of fluorescence flew across London, like a bubble, passing through a pair of pupils, illuminating those waiting in the darkness.

Surround the whole of London.

The mist was surging and the drizzle was pouring, and the whole city seemed to be dimly lit up with a faint light.

The will of the Pioneer Association descends and overlooks everything.

It was announced that the brutal struggle and elimination had officially begun.

The last fluorescent light descended and fell into the hands of the contestants.

It also illuminated the pair of waiting eyes in the darkness.

In an empty and abandoned warehouse, a silent middle-aged man sat on a folding chair under a solitary lamp. The pocket watch in his hand turned silently on his fingertips, and he felt a slight warmth on the back of his hand.

The faint emblem of the Astronomical Society appeared on the back of his hand, and then disappeared again.

In silence, he closed the lid of his pocket watch.

Hear the monotonous ringtone of your cell phone.

On the phone, a deep voice told him: "Let's get started."

"yes."

The middle-aged man who stood solemnly responded with his head raised and hung up the phone.

In the silence, he turned around and announced softly: "The mission begins."

boom!

A shocking muffled sound suddenly started.

That was the sound of countless leather boots trampling the earth at the same time.

Just behind him, hundreds of participants had stood up, held their heads high, and gathered into a strict array like steel crystals.

"Let's start the briefing—"

The gray-haired middle-aged man with short hair put his hands behind his back and ordered to his subordinates who were also impatient: "I will be the commander of this operation, codenamed Colonel.

Starting today, within seven days, our combat area will be London.

Content, save yourself and eliminate all obstacles!

Bring victory to Your Majesty the General! "

"yes!!!"

"Tell me who you are!"

"Huha, hooha!!!"

As if shouting and shouting from the same heart, the fanatical faces responded in unison: "We are soldiers, tools, and guardians of this situation!"

"Very good, then, let's start distributing intelligence and equipment. The mission has already begun, tools."

The colonel grinned, looked at the subordinates in front of him, and smiled.

The dead warehouse boiled in an instant. When trucks filed in one after another, bringing weapons, ammunition and armor that had never appeared in any registration catalog, the steel behemoth regained its claws. .

Those strong men who were no longer young and even scarred lined up, stepped forward in order, and took over their own weapons from the hands of the colonel.

Each time, the colonel would ask them: "You know why you are here, right?"

"certainly."

At the front, a slightly obese middle-aged man nodded and took off his hat, revealing the scars on his skull, the tattoo number, and the metal skull.

Smiling and nodding: "Give our regards to His Majesty the General."

"I will."

The colonel nodded and the two passed by.

Then the next one, and the next one...

.

Even if it is the same silence, the night seems to be scorched by invisible flames, and gradually becomes unstable.

Inside the towering building, in a huge room that has never been recorded publicly, scenes from various places in London are transmitted to the front of the console on the surveillance screens.

Among the busy and noisy inspections, the man sitting at the front sighed: "They are all a bunch of restless guys."

"People from the current Defense Bureau seem to have started taking action."

After listening for a moment with the earphone pressed, the secretary asked softly next to him: "Are we going to respond?"

"If the notice goes down, we will stand still and let them fight first."

The 'reconstruction engineer' of the Financial Weaving Bureau picked up the coffee cup and said expressionlessly: "We are not in a hurry. We will wait until they finish."

"Who do we support?" the secretary asked.

"Silly words."

The engineer replied indifferently, "Of course we will support whoever has the higher price."

Elsewhere, on the streets of London, under the gentle light.

Among the drunken tramps, the man with disheveled hair laughed and twirled around, playing his accordion. The melodious melody lingered in the night, making the cold city seem to become gentle.

The homeless gathered in one place holding bad alcohol, singing and dancing.

Keep each other warm.

Finally, when the performance ended, he was given a round of applause.

"Thank you, this is the best performance I have ever heard. If you don't mind, would you like some?" The skinny old man sitting next to the gasoline barrel to keep warm raised the beer in his hand.

"Thank you very much."

The performer hurriedly took it, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then wiped his mouth: "I didn't expect that I lost my wallet just after I came here. If it weren't for you guys, I really don't know what I would do. That’s it.”

"Don't worry, young man, there will be a solution."

The old man pointed to the house he built out of cardboard boxes: "If you don't mind, we can stay here together."

"Thank you. Someone will pick me up. Thank you for lending me your phone."

The man with messy hair grinned and waved goodbye to them.

Just like that, I picked up the piano case and walked through the night streets.

Under the dim street lights, I passed another young man carrying a piano case.

There was a slight pause in his steps.

It seems like listening.

But in the piano case, there was no familiar sound of strings, only the faint clang of heavy steel weapons.

"Huh? It sounds pretty good."

The performer murmured softly and looked at the night sky expectantly: "What movement will come next? I'm really looking forward to it."

"I'm already seeing colors."

In the shadowed corner, a woman carrying a backpack smoked a weird electronic cigarette with complicated tattoos on her face, grinning at him: "Dazzling blue, dazzling scarlet, and this fanatical and radical expression , ah, it’s so beautiful. There will be some good paintings.”

"You're the only one?" The performer was slightly startled, "Isn't Ji Ling here?"

The Muse Painter curled his lips, with a complicated expression: "He said that there was already another cooking demon here, and he was not sure, so he just took a plane and left."

"Ah, yes."

The Disaster Musician seemed to have remembered something, and scratched his hair sadly: "I really want to leave too..."

"Are you afraid too?" The painter squinted.

"In our music association, if everyone loses in the piano competition, at best, they will lose half of their souls. It's great to spread out a few music books... But nowadays, newcomers don't care about music ethics. It's really fatal to lose, okay!"

The musician sighed sadly: "How about we vote?"

"...You coward, can you show off a little more energy?" The painter was furious, but he heard the ringtone of his cell phone.

The musician was stunned for a moment and took out his cell phone from his pocket. After seeing the incoming call, his expression changed and he picked it up solemnly. He listened to the notification on the other side and made a humming sound.

Until I hung up the phone, the confusion and uneasiness in my eyes disappeared, and I became determined again.

"What's wrong?" Muse Painter also became nervous, "Something happened?"

"Um."

The musician looked nervous: "The due date for Magic Crystal Bank's credit card is coming, and it's time to pay back the money..."

"How much do you owe!" The painter was furious. "Didn't you just pay off the money you borrowed from me last year?"

Suddenly, the performer's expression became awkward: "The one I returned last year was the one from the year before... I saw an excellent piano and couldn't hold it back.

Besides, aren’t you the same? "

"I have sponsors, don't compare me to guys like you." The painter became disgusted.

"hehe."

The musician, who knew the bad nature of this guy, didn't say anything more, but sighed sadly: "The director gave me a death order before I came here. The budget of the Art Bureau for the next ten years depends on us... It's not realistic at all, right? How to fight this?"

"Just like last time, work hard and give up if you can't beat me." The painter touched his pocket and his expression changed slightly: "How much money do you have left?"

"..."

The musician thought about his missing wallet, and his expression became more and more exciting: "How about I take you to find a group of good brothers I just met... I think that paper house is quite good to live in."

"you're so dumb!"

The painter couldn't stand it anymore and slapped him on the back of the head: "Aren't we going to live in the London Opera House?"

"Yes, yes!"

The musician's eyes also lit up.

Amidst the faint sound of conversation, the two figures disappeared at the end of the long street.

At about the same time as the plan was launched, in a safe house in West London.

Sitting on the sofa, Huaishi was still playing his daily mobile game. Suddenly, his vision went dark, his phone fell from the sofa, his body instinctively twitched, and he gasped violently.

When he raised his face again, there was no blood on that pale face.

I feel that the stigmata in my soul, the disaster in my shadow, and the perception and power beyond ordinary people have all disappeared.

Under the suppression of the Great Mystery, he lost his response.

It was as if it had been taken away.

It's like a fish leaving the ocean.

This made it increasingly difficult for him to adapt after he got used to the strength, and he felt an unprecedented sense of weakness and uneasiness. Fortunately, the armed prototype in the soul still exists.

And he was still so tame and obedient, without the slightest sign of losing control.

However, when he finally picked up his phone and adjusted it to the selfie interface, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's broken, I'm dead!"

The eyes I picked out from the rancher had only been used for a few days, and they were gone even before they became warm. The original brilliant color like glass disappeared.

Only a faint ray of rainbow light remained.

Suppressed to the limit.

"I told you before."

Ai Qing, who was behind the desk, glanced at him: "If you regret it, buy the next flight ticket and leave. The decision-making room will definitely tie you to the plane and send you back to the Ivory Tower."

"It's impossible to leave. I feel like coming to London is as good as going home!" Huai Shi retorted in a shocked voice: "Everyone in the bureau is talented and speaks well. I like London very much!"

"You might as well ask London if he likes you."

Ai Qing withdrew her gaze and continued to search for clues on the screen, but when Huai Shi waved her hand, she saw a faint light flashing on the back of her hand.

caught his eye.

"What's that? It's kind of cool."

"Huh? You mean this?"

Ai Qing raised the back of her hand, showed him the emblem of the Astronomical Society that had just emerged, and said lightly: "This is the legal order system of the overhead agency. As long as it is available, it can issue absolute orders and force subordinates to perform tasks."

She said: "In other words, now you are a tool without the ability to resist, Huai Shi."

"So magical?" Huai Shi's eyes widened.

"For example..."

Ai Qing suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed at Huai Shi: "Sit down!"

Snapped!

The moment he reacted, Huai Shi was already sitting on the sofa.

A brief silence came.

"...Is it so powerful!"

Huai Shi was shocked and lost her voice. She subconsciously grabbed Ai Qing's hand and looked at it carefully: "Let me be healthy!"

But no matter how much I look at it, I can't see the magic and wonder in it.

Then, he was thrown away angrily.

Only then did I realize that Ai Qing's contemptuous look looked like she was mentally retarded.

"How could something like that exist in this world?" Ai Qing asked, "If there are really any laws, then what kind of regeneration plan is needed?"

"Then what is this?" Huai Shi was stunned.

"This is just a sign of the participants, a seal. Other than that, it is nothing." Ai Qing asked, "What do you think?"

"Ah this..."

In the silence, Huaishi became embarrassed and looked elsewhere: "I... just now, ahem, I'm really tired. You can see that my legs are a little weak..."

"I know, I know."

In front of the screen, Ai Qing dealt with it without raising her head, and casually stretched out her hand: "Tea."

"Ah, okay."

Huaishi answered without thinking.

Then, when he reacted, the teacup had already been brought over.

Amidst the sound of typing on the keyboard, Huai Shi held the teapot dully and began to think.

This woman...does she really have no laws?

impossible? !