Chapter 410 Times Have Changed

Sorry, due to the author's stupidity, the update order is wrong. The editor can't change it for the time being, so I can only change it first.

I'm really sorry ORZ for the misalignment of the words in this chapter and other reasons.

It was five minutes before six o'clock in the afternoon.

In the commander's room, Ai Qing leaned silently on the chair that originally belonged to Rudolf, staring at the huge screen hanging on the wall.

"This is a good place..."

The boy known as Mr. Shige paced the surprisingly spacious room and looked around.

Behind the slowly unfolding face, countless fine pieces of steel emerged and joined together as the machine pivoted. After covering the young man's face, a strange lens like a night vision device was formed, looking around.

Under the green light, the wall became transparent, revealing the complex structure hidden behind it.

"Then, I will prepare to connect next."

He looked back at Ai Qing: "The command later will be up to you."

"Well, thank you."

Ai Qing nodded.

Then, Mr. Shige fell to the sky.

The young man's body was shattered in mid-air. Completely unreasonable mechanical facilities unfolded layer by layer from the cracks in the body. A group of snake-like cables extended out, swimming on their own, tearing apart the expensive floor and floor. The decorations on the walls were forcibly connected to the control center.

Combine him with the stars.

At this moment, the majestic source of energy emerged from the soul, carrying his will and instantly flowing throughout the huge stars.

The countless cables, machinery and equipment that were originally preset are now controlled by Yanshi's stigmata, regardless of model, age and format.

It is absolutely impossible to accomplish such a miracle simply by relying on Shenji Gongshu.

But long before that, his other limbs had been scattered in various key parts of the Stellar by the self-proclaimed driver, Armartine Edward.

Following the start signal from the switchboard, a total of sixteen invasion sequence models emitted heat like a furnace, assisting his will to transform the current Stars into Yanshi's limbs inch by inch.

"A little...a little...limit..."

In the commander's room, the steel-covered Shen Ji Gong Tong made an old sound. Soon, as the personality simulation module went offline, it turned into a purely mechanical sound.

After countless snowflakes flashed across the screen that occupied an entire wall, large and small surveillance footage quickly appeared.

"Stars initial coverage completed."

"The detection of the entire area has begun, and the database is loaded."

"The mobile command center has been deployed."

Soon, the images transmitted from countless surveillance cameras were quickly corrected, filtered, combined and eliminated, and a miniature model of the Stars was displayed on it.

All secret passages, mechanisms, rooms and even circuits, water sources, air filters and other large and small equipment were taken over by Yanshi and turned into his eyes and ears.

To listen, to see, to discern.

All the members of the Good Night Society filtered out from the intelligence database are marked on the map projection.

A total of one hundred and twenty-six major suspects.

Finally, the mechanical voice calmly reported: "Screening completed."

Ai Qing nodded: "Has the loading of the ectoplasm detector been completed?"

"Ready to use."

"Then load the 'Essence Detection Working Group' and analyze it against Fu Meng's data." Ai Qing said, "Let me take a look at the infection situation in the car."

The moment he finished speaking, a shocking blood-red color spread from the virtual map, covering almost half of the stars.

The data was so exaggerated that the support analysis team at the rear almost took a breath of air.

At least one-third of the passengers were infected by Rot Dream!

Those people from the Good Night Club had definitely spent a lot of money on this operation, and they had prepared so many nightmare seeds in advance - there must have been thousands of passengers who were infected without knowing it before they got on the bus.

Through the explosive infection, the number of infected people expanded eight to nine times overnight... I am afraid that after waiting another night, there will be no healthy people left in the car.

At this moment, red alerts representing Corrupt Dream infection are everywhere, leaving behind those early infected who still have the possibility of recovery. Almost everywhere in key parts and departments of the train are shocking crimson streaks.

It was a terminally infected person that had been eaten away by the Dream of Decay and turned into a walking corpse.

The new personality formed in the dream of decay is hidden behind the subjective consciousness. As long as the bell from the sacrifice rings, the last trace of the host's original consciousness can be torn apart, and the replacement and devouring can be completed.

Ai Qing rubbed her brows, then simply picked up the phone and called the temporary command office at the rear: "Can the decision-making room send me a 'red book'?"

"Stop joking, okay, Ms. Ai."

The liaison officer sighed helplessly: "At this year's joint meeting, the five permanent members have just limited and cleared the number of documents to be issued... This year, only one document was issued to Asia. If you sign it directly now, the decision-making room will definitely explode."

In the current situation and many borders, the Astronomical Society has many huge powers, and among all these powers, the most eye-catching is the 'clearance document' that can be directly issued as long as there is a threat to the current situation.

A notice to erase a person from this world.

A license to kill that is recognized throughout the country and has legal legitimacy.

As soon as the seal is stamped, the life of the registered person is equivalent to entering a countdown.

However, even the cleanup documents that represent death are not treated equally, and there are also internal levels and weights.

Although they have official names that are difficult to pronounce and hard to remember, they can also be divided simply and crudely by the envelopes containing documents.

Black, yellow, red, white.

The most common black letter is issued by the inspector after reporting it to the branch and obtaining permission. It is issued to the individual ascension person and uses a black document envelope similar to an obituary. There is no need for trial and sentencing, and they can be killed directly in action.

The issuance of the Yellow Pages requires careful consideration by the branch and reporting to the decision-making office of the governing bureau to avoid serious consequences.

It targets an entire organization and a large family lineage.

Just like the densely packed numbers on every page of a phone book, once it is torn off, everything recorded on it will be erased and disappear from the world.

When it reaches the red level, the cleaning documents are no longer something that can be written on a piece of paper.

The impact of such a report, which is thick enough to be bound into a book and requires branch-level agencies to submit an application and be approved by the central decision-making office and the local five permanent members at the same time before it can be issued, is too huge.

A city, an entire lineage, or an entire frontier...

The moment it was stamped by the central decision-making room, it was doomed.

As for the more advanced white paper... it has only been submitted once in the past century and has not been approved yet. The correction value each white paper brings to the current situation is at least thirty or more.

If you don't pay attention, the whole world will be completely changed.

Naturally, Ai Qing didn't expect that her casual words would lead to a red booklet being issued to her for cleaning. She just emphasized the difficulty of the task again and left a record in the command center, which was an insurance policy in advance.

Otherwise, who knows what risks and consequences these guys from the Good Night Club will have when they prepare to fight to the death.

After getting another batch of backup indicators issued by the command center, she hung up the phone neatly and picked up the landline phone on the table that had been borrowed from the command channel.

"The action begins," she said.

The time was exactly six o'clock in the afternoon. Huai Shi and his subordinates pushed out the door. The corridor under their feet opened to both sides in an instant, and a transport track rose from the darkness.

Then they sank rapidly.

As if riding an elevator, I could see countless carriages moving rapidly in the darkness, with sparks flying on the guide rails. They were pulled by Yanshi's power and moved at high speed.

In just half a minute, we have arrived at the lower level of the Stars quietly. The second-class area is naturally the place where the number of passengers on the Stars is the largest.

There is no separate room, but a suite shared by ten people. Although the bedroom and bathroom are separated, the location is still narrow, and the faint noises and running sounds from outside the room can be heard through the floor above the head.

But soon, those vague noises quickly moved away and disappeared.

[The operation area has been isolated. 】

[Car No. J897, nine passengers, all confirmed to be members of the Good Night Club. 】

[Permission to kill is issued. 】

Along with the message sent to the mobile phone by Yanshi, a clear voice sounded, and the safety of all the firearms in the hands of the members of the Cast Iron Legion was opened.

When Huaishi raised her phone and pointed it at the floor above her head, she could see the image simulated by Yanshi's server through the floor.

Several figures gathered together, kneeling and praying.

As if they were reciting some classics, the fanatical voices overlapped and spread around, making people drowsy and falling into a rotten dream bit by bit.

"Sir, please give the order." Lattice 1-1 asked for instructions.

Huai Shi didn't realize it yet. It was her first time as a commander and she didn't know how to look professional.

While waiting, someone seemed to notice that the sound outside had disappeared, realized something was wrong, and walked towards the door, and then found that the door handle could not be turned.

He was stunned for a moment, turned around and wanted to shout.

"Do it, do it." Huai Shi lowered his voice, no longer caring whether he was professional or not, and drew his sword directly to prepare for the attack.

puff.

A soft sound.

Most of the man's head exploded into a ball of plasma.

Immediately afterwards, soft sounds could be heard, and the members from the Cast Iron Legion skillfully pulled the triggers, killing the members of the Good Night Society above through the floor.

By the time Huaishi reacted, almost all the people above were dead.

He was stunned for a long time, and awkwardly inserted the sword of virtue he had just pulled out again, feeling deeply that times had changed.

We are fighting against terrorism here. It is obviously inappropriate for you to draw a sword and fight for 300 rounds.

"Target killed."

Lattice 1-1 turned back and said: "Stay alert, 1-11 conducts retrieval."

So, a silent soldier took out a folding ladder from behind, climbed up skillfully, broke open the floor, went up, took a pistol, and skillfully shot the deceased again, and finally placed an iron box on the walls of the room.

Then he slid down the ladder, put away the things, and raised his hand to report to Huai Shi: "Sir, the cleaning is complete, nothing abnormal."

"...Ah? Oh oh!"

The stunned Huai Shi nodded: "It's been hard work, what's next?"

The phone vibrated, and the next mission location was marked.

The tracks began to run again, taking them to the next place. After walking for about a while, Lattice 1-11 took out a remote control and pressed it, and a low muffled sound came from the distance.

Huai Shi was stunned.

What a skillful way to destroy corpses and eliminate traces!