Chapter 1598 Farewell and Blessings

In London, the headquarters of the Administration, in the empty building, multiple gates have fallen, and the light of the alarm is still swirling and flashing. But in the dead building, no human voice could be heard anymore.

Only the hallucinatory sound of wind passed through the cracks and pools of blood, and then turned into a creepy song.

Under the flickering lights, faint afterimages emerged.

Like a remaining soul, the silent wailing, struggling in terror from the invisible restraint, gradually shriveled up, leaving only ink-like marks.

On the wall, the hanging regulations turned scarlet at some point, and the blood-like color spread on it, quickly tampering with everything that had been in the past.

The once iron rules are gradually twisted and distorted, turning them into something beyond recognition.

At the end, a scarlet eye suddenly emerged from the surveillance camera, opened it, looked down, and stared indifferently at the violator below.

The figure struggling in the pool of blood, trying to get up.

Reaching toward the corner of the corridor.

"Help me, help - I just want to rescue the information, I, I..."

The unknown middle-aged man's movements became slower and slower. As he solidified, his body gradually changed, and scarlet crystals penetrated from under his flesh... In the end, his entire body was condensed into a struggling statue.

But before the crystal could cover the face, a bullet shot through the air and penetrated the skull, killing the consciousness and soul and causing the scarlet color to stagnate.

On the remaining statues, only the last remnants of their faces remain.

So painful, but with a smile of relief.

The red-hot bullet casing fell to the ground, bouncing next to the woman's leather shoes.

Ms. X finally lowered her head, glanced at the face of the deceased, and sighed silently.

"I have said so many times that we should work less overtime, but not a few departments take it seriously?"

As he spoke, without looking back, he blasted out the flesh-and-blood pupils extending out of the surveillance camera.

In the reflection of the glass, a slightly older lady is still wearing an office skirt and suit, just like office workers everywhere, only she still has a brooch with an overhead mechanism on her chest.

But when the firelight outside the window jumped up and thunder passed across, the solemn face changed slightly, as if it was about to lose its human appearance and reveal its strange and inhuman nature.

Gradually, it complemented this strange lair that turned into a devil's cave.

The phantom appeared instantly, and then disappeared silently from the glance of those cold gray eyes.

All that can be seen from the window is the city that seems to be shrouded in thick smoke and scarlet, and those bright colors seem to have gradually faded in the ravages of the storm.

In the end, only gray and black remain.

Like frozen forever.

Shrouded in endless rain.

She withdrew her gaze and continued moving forward.

Soon, in the building that gradually turned into a maze due to alienation, the roars and shouts gradually became clearer.

The originally empty corridors and rooms became messy. On the wall, the outline of a human figure can be vaguely distinguished from the peeling white skin here and there, as if something is crawling out of the gap, and strips of gray-black liquid like silk threads remain on the ground. It was dragged and extended towards the end of darkness.

Sounds like moans and shouts echoed in the darkness, rising and falling.

"traitor!"

"Return to order, return to rule!"

"We will eventually unite as one..."

In the end, all that was heard was the sound of gunshots.

Along the way, there were traces of fighting everywhere, as well as strange corpses that gradually dissolved like sludge. Their faces were empty, as if they were parts from the same batch, with no difference.

They gathered in the empty hall and piled on top of each other, turning into a creepy mountain of corpses.

Click.

There was a crisp sound.

As the head fell, the last roar disappeared.

Only the top of the mountain of corpses was left. The rickety figure slowly straightened his body. When he raised his eyes and looked over, blood drops fell from his white hair.

The luxurious fabrics that used to be priced by the inch were stained with scarlet and jet black, and the tactical vest snatched from who knows where was full of weapons and magazines.

"X? Long time no see."

He tilted his head, spit out the extinguished cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and smiled: "Are you back to work overtime?"

In the brief silence, Ms.

"Yes." Russell nodded.

Ms. X pulled the trigger without thinking.

It's not that he is sure of the opponent's skill or identity. There is no way to fake that smile that is always unpleasant. He didn't aim at the monster rushing up behind him, because there was no such thing.

All the enemies who died under his hands were extremely dead.

In just a short moment, X's gun locked onto his face, forming a fatal triangle. The bullets flew, whizzed past, and finally nailed into the wall.

Brushed Russell's ear.

As if predicting the future, he tilted his head.

Then, he raised his hands as if surrendering and smiled sincerely: "What happened in New Mexico was my fault. I apologize. Don't be angry."

"you deserve it."

Ms.

It was as if he was always ready to open a few more transparent holes in this old bastard's body.

"Speaking of which, what kind of song is this? Is it the internal team building of the command bureau? It's really unique."

Russell spread his hands, simply sat on the top of the mountain of corpses, and smiled jokingly: "But even if I haven't done anything human, I won't let people use the Rainbow Bridge to blow me up, right?"

He thought for a moment and added: "Six times."

Ms.

But a mobile phone.

"I have your phone number," she said.

Russell lowered his eyes and glanced at the lit screen and the unknown number on the call.

"Pilot meeting?"

He tilted his head, held the phone between his legs, took out a few cigarettes from the cigarette case, lit them, and exhaled clearly: "You mummies, you never make an appointment for anything, right?"

"Well, nice to meet you too, Russell."

Amid the chaotic calculations, the voice of William, the former fourth director of the bureau, sounded.

"Ha, look, who said Prussians don't understand humor?" Russell grinned and didn't waste time. "What is this situation? Tell me?"

"The worst possible outcome has come to pass."

William said: "Ten minutes ago, the Leading Group was verified by the Silent Man's Stone Tablet - the Pied Piper surrendered to the Command at the expense of everything.

At the cost of his own complete demise and destruction, he implanted all the disasters accumulated in this soul into the governing bureau through the reserved backdoor. "

"Let me guess." Russell rubbed the stubble on his chin and suddenly asked: "This is not the worst situation you are talking about, right?"

There was no emotion or anger in William's voice, and he spoke straightforwardly: "The existence of the Authority has been confirmed by the Silver Sea, and it has the potential to destroy the current situation - it has become a factor of destruction, just like the former Utopia."

This is the consequence of war.

To be precise, it is the [reward] that victory brings.

Under Yegor's hand, the Administration suppressed the contradictions among the five major lineages and effectively unified the current situation into one, even though this state is destined not to last long.

When the shadow cast by the Piper dissipates, victory in the War of the Realms is in sight. The current governing bureau is undoubtedly the axis of the entire current situation.

Even after the war ended, its importance waned, but its influence only grew further.

Just as Yegor promised.

Under his leadership, the Administration truly stepped out of the shadow of the Utopia and became a behemoth that could represent the Astronomical Society itself.

At the same time, it also goes a step further and puts the entire current situation under the jurisdiction of order.

For the Sea of ​​Silver, the power to control the world is enough to be the reason for its destruction...

This is [Element of Destruction·Commandation Bureau]!

The moment when the distortion and chaos represented by the flute player were implanted into the order of the Bureau——

The combination of destructive elements has already begun!

“According to the forward-looking calculations of the pilot meeting, if the situation is allowed to evolve, all employees directly under the bureau will suffer from solidification erosion.

All the orders decreed by the governing bureau will undergo complete distortion and distortion, and will be implanted into the souls of all mankind through the sea of ​​silver.

At that time, everyone will be integrated into one by the distorted order. "

Such a result would be an outright nightmare even for the Pioneer Association, which respected order more than anyone else.

All things are gathered under the control of eternal laws. From the moment they are born, every living thing will be controlled by laws and regulations that are so strict that they will not let go of their breathing.

Before being born, a life-long role has already been determined in a factory-like breeding ground, including personality, career, partner, and even shelf life and service life...

Eternal hierarchies are divided between countless parts, and finally, a machine named the Directorate is formed.

As the solidification and depth deepen, this distorted order will eventually swallow up all the residue called human beings and become an out-and-out monster.

Completely destroy the current situation and fall into the abyss.

"The crows in the world are really black now."

Russell couldn't help it anymore and laughed strangely.

Like a person trapped at the bottom of a well looking at another unlucky guy who is about to fall.

"How many bombs did the Pied Piper leave for you?" he asked.

"Until now, it remains unclear that the Great Mystery was out of control and that the Bifrost was destroyed by the rebellion before you were attacked."

William replied: "Nowadays, except for some investigators who are directly affiliated with the Pioneer Committee, the vast majority of employees can no longer be trusted."

Russell was slightly stunned. He had never expected that the situation had deteriorated to this extent. In the end, he could only sigh softly: "I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"

"But besides the command bureau, who else can bear such responsibility?"

William asked back, without wavering: "Even the worst victory is better than the best defeat - even if it happens again, the decision of the Administration will not change."

In the brief silence, Russell said nothing.

As if deep in thought.

His expression gradually became gloomy.

"Let me guess..."

Russell's eyes were downcast and without warmth: "You old guys, shouldn't you have been prepared in advance?"

William, no, the pilot meeting did not answer, but continued: "The sandbox of the regeneration plan has been lowered, the solidification trend has been blocked in London, and all the jurisdictions of the governing bureaus and agencies across the country have been urgently frozen.

All the crux of the matter was sealed within the headquarters of the governing bureau.

So, do what you gotta do, Russell. "

"You don't have much time," they said.

"What, give me a countdown now?"

Russell said indifferently: "Can't you come out in person and use your old arms and legs?"

"Sorry, we can't do that."

The voice on the phone said: "The existence of the Pioneer Association is itself a firewall in the Silver Sea. You still have fifty-eight minutes before our personality and consciousness are completely eroded and dissolved."

"Put the bomb vest on yourself first. This is really the style of moral terrorists like you."

Russell finally asked: "Should I say goodbye forever?"

"Farewell, Russell."

They said, “May you get what you want.”

The phone was hung up.

In the silence, there was only the wind blowing from the huge and gloomy building.

Like a cry.

During the short wait, Ms.

"After the Great Secret Ritual went down, the suppression here should have been loosened." She asked, "How is your condition recovering?"

"A little, but not much."

Russell lowered his head and flicked his fingers. The blood and dirt on his clothes disappeared without a trace: "It's enough."

"Then come with me. We still have a lot of work to do."

Ms.

"Sorry, I am no longer an employee. I am just cooperating out of obligation. You should play less PUA in the workplace."

At the other end, amid the loud noise, an unpleasant voice responded: "Part of the closed monitoring authority has been taken over, and the emergency passage has been opened.

The entrances are at B4, D2 and D32. You need to pass through several heavily polluted areas, and - there is an unknown armed team approaching you. Be prepared to meet the enemy in one minute. "

She said: "I wish your sunset red tour group a safe journey."

At that moment, in the distance, there was the harsh sound of the elevator shaft and the gate opening.

The sound of heavy footsteps gradually came from the end of the corridor in the hall.

It’s becoming clearer.

Russell tilted his head and looked over, smiling politely: "Ladies first?"

"Don't do this, it's time to pay off the debt, Russell." Ms.

Russell shrugged and made no further attempt to argue.

He just bent down, pulled out a blood-stained fire ax from the corpse on the ground, and dragged it towards the place where the footsteps came from. Staring at the strange faces that gradually became clearer in the darkness.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"There's internal strife among the 25 boys, right?"

The white-haired man moved his neck, grinned, and said with emotion: "I am very familiar with this."

It was as if the wind of betrayal was blowing from the distance again.

The smell of blood floated in the air, the bones of colleagues and friends were burning in the flames, and cries of resentment and pain echoed in the darkness.

Everything that had been left behind appeared before us again after seventy years.

So clear.

He smiled and quickened his pace.

Just like in the past when we were heading towards the fallen kingdom of heaven.

Full of murderous intent and hatred, he walked towards the depths of darkness.

"Hello you all."

He said, "I'm back."