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Chapter 467: Cooperate inside and outside, waste files (4k)

Spitalfields Christian Church was built in the early 18th century. The surrounding area was once a very prosperous commercial and trading center, attracting merchants and immigrants from all over the world.

In order to meet the religious needs of these immigrants, the church was built, and its basement also became one of the important gathering places of the secret party at that time. Later, after several secret expansions and renovations, it gradually turned into a cathedral for the management of the British region.

The location of the Seoul College branch.

The church as a whole is in Baroque style, with a white marble spire piercing the sky, coupled with the ancient arch structure and thick stone walls, creating a solemn atmosphere that makes people feel the precipitation of time and the weight of history.

What makes ordinary tourists completely unexpected is that at the bottom of this ancient church, which is not that big, there is an underground space that is ten times wider, filled with modern facilities.

Nearly a thousand executive department specialists from the London branch are stationed here. In addition to handling various matters related to dragons, they also engage in gold and oil futures. It is an important source of funds for the college headquarters and greatly makes up for the school board's review of the card.

Searle's annual investment shortfall.

The financial trading hall is located in the center of the deep underground space. It is a huge circular space. The surrounding walls are inlaid with a large number of LCD screens, which scroll various financial data and market dynamics. Hundreds of traders are dressed in straight suits.

Suits, sitting in front of their respective computers.

In a corner of the hall, intelligence analysts from Kassel's London branch are busy working. They are staring at the computer screen, calling complex mathematical models and prediction algorithms, and collecting and analyzing various information on the global financial market.

, providing traders with accurate data support.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of an intelligence analyst. He quickly clicked the mouse and sent an important piece of intelligence to the big screen on the trading floor.

Just tonight, a world-shaking news exploded like thunder in the financial world - in the eastern foothills of the Andes in Argentina, a new oil field called Vaca Muerta has been explored. Its geological structure is excellent and it is difficult to exploit.

smaller.

According to preliminary estimates, it contains up to 16 billion barrels of oil and 308 trillion cubic feet of natural gas, undoubtedly the largest discovery of Argentina's oil reserves since the late 1980s.

YPF Company, the external spokesperson of the two major oil companies of Pan American Energy, and Mr. Frank Laurent, who was the senior vice president of Albright Stonebridge Group and is now the managing director and senior oil analyst of British Petroleum Company (BP)

, both mean:

The exploitation of the Vaca Muerta oil field will be a harbinger that global oil supply may greatly increase in the next two decades, and related stock markets will have huge opportunities to rise in the next three months.

As soon as the news came out, the fluctuations on the London International Petroleum Exchange surged like ocean waves. The numbers on the K-line of the market beat like a twitching heart, and investors' emotions were instantly ignited.

However, in this financial frenzy, the traders in the London branch seemed extremely calm and calm, as if they had anticipated it and immediately started relevant work.

"This is great news!" A young trader beamed with joy: "As the Laurent family revealed in advance, the Vaca Muerta oil field has been successfully explored, and we must act quickly!"

"That's right! With inside information, this is our chance to make a fortune." Another experienced trader also echoed: "But we still have to be careful. The market reaction may be violent and we need to pay close attention.

Market dynamics and good risk control.”

"The market will close in one hour, so do more short-term work!"

The traders began to get busy. They opened the trading software on their computers and began to place orders. Their fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard, and the operations were decisive and precise. Each click represented the flow of millions of funds.

At the other end of the trading floor, the servers in Kassel's London branch also began to run at high speed.

The cooling fans are whirring and the indicator lights are flashing with dazzling light. They are constantly receiving information from all over the world, analyzing and predicting through complex algorithms, and sending the results to traders' computers to provide them with accurate information.

data support.

Perhaps many people have guessed that the oil fields explored this time are actually a secret chess set up by the previous head of the Laurent family. They have been discovered long ago and used to control the situation at critical moments and revive the family's mining and financial industry.

Industry.

However, just when everyone in the London branch had reached an in-depth cooperation with the Laurent family and took time out to conduct frequent oil options transactions and neglected to monitor the people involved in the "Dead Dreams Case", there was a gap of nearly two meters on the ground floor.

Where there are thick high-strength concrete floors, unexpected accidents occurred.

It was the upper level of the financial trading hall, a strictly confidential underground space. The soft lights reflected worried faces. A dozen outsiders wearing monitoring bracelets were lined up, holding hands tightly.

Hold the registration form and undergo brainwave scans one by one.

After the examination, the personnel cannot leave immediately. They also need to enter the internal room surrounded by electrostatic shielding devices and undergo an MRI examination. It is hoped that these modern medical methods can detect and identify the infection characteristics of the "Death Dream Meme".

In long-term research, the influence of mental elements can be weakened by electromagnetic field interference. This is the consensus of major hybrid organizations today. Relying on rich experience in task processing, relevant researchers have made similar inferences to Zhao Qing.

Several accompanying commissioners wore masks and wrapped their bodies with fine metal mesh. They stared at their watches and paid great attention to the time. They felt like seconds seemed like years in their hearts. They wished they could get the results immediately and put this batch of foreign mixed-bloods together.

They were escorted back to the isolation room.

Although according to experts, relying on multiple protections and taking neurosedative drugs, they should theoretically not become the next targets of the spiritual spread of the "Dead Dream Meme" and have a certain degree of resistance to it, but in reality

What the situation is, no one knows.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is no doubt that before trying to study the principle of this weird thing and find a solution, you must first ensure your own safety to have a chance to curb the deteriorating situation.

situation.

However, at this critical moment, something unexpected happened. An old man who looked a little excited, as soon as he came out of the screen door, he recited Gu'ao's language, his pupils lit up with a blazing gold color, and there was an invisible...

The realm expanded, covering the entire room.

The skin of all those examined present began to ooze red blood, as if fire was burning. Their hearts were beating violently, transporting large amounts of blood to their entire bodies, and their body functions were strengthened several times in an instant.

The Word Spirit: Attendant of the King, serial number 28, strengthens the physical fitness of living bodies in the domain. In ancient times, the Dragon Clan used this Word Spirit to inspire humans and even beasts who were loyal to them, and strengthened them into an army.

As this group strengthened the release of their word spirits, the eyes of the other subjects became sharp, their golden eyes no less than those of an old man lit up, and they quickly released their own word spirits.

Someone's nails instantly pulled out and grew longer, turning into daggers. Someone bent forward to gather strength, and then swooped towards the commissioners. Burning phosphorus fires flew erratically in the room, and wind blades and air projectiles were chaotic.

Fired indiscriminately, blasting small craters in the wall.

What is shocking is that these low-level hybrids are only C-level and D-level in the registration information. Although the serial numbers of the speech spirits they release are not high, their power is much greater than normal, almost

At the level of B-level and A-level.

With almost no defense, several commissioners on the field lost their combat effectiveness in the surprise attack in the blink of an eye. Their protective clothing was torn apart, their muscles and bones were broken, and blood flowed everywhere. The firearms they carried with them had no time to use.

"What... do you want to do?" A commissioner who was seriously injured and fell to the ground was stepped on by an old man who was about to press the alarm. He couldn't believe it in his heart that everyone who was quite cooperative could actually cause such a riot. They

Don't you know the consequences of doing this?

As hybrids who may be infected by the "Death Dream Meme", everyone is undergoing isolation and examination in the London branch. This is an order recognized by the secret party and major organizations, and it is the best way to deal with it. There is no reason for this matter

and carried out fierce resistance.

Moreover, just in case, every dangerous hybrid with a higher bloodline is inspected individually to ensure that the commissioners present have an advantage in force. Under normal circumstances, there are about a dozen C-class and D-class,

It will never overwhelm several fully equipped specialists.

Unless there is a major conspiracy behind this group of people. In order to sneak into the London branch, they deliberately forged bloodline rating information, exposed themselves to the threat of memes, and thus got a reasonable opportunity to enter, and then took advantage of it to launch an attack and commit suicide.

Internal defense measures to break into this place.



The old man kicked the commissioner unconscious, took off the opponent's equipment, and swarmed to the corridor outside with a dozen mixed-races armed with guns. He started a desperate battle with the commissioner who came to support from outside, relying on his blood advantage.

Gained the upper hand.

These people quickly spread along the passage in the underground space, came to the room where other suspected infected persons were guarded, and released the accomplices they had arranged long ago.

At the same time, presumably after getting the signal to take action, multiple individual missiles flew out and hit the Spitalfields Church on the ground. The masonry exploded, smoke filled the air, tongues of fire spurted out from the broken windows, and the entire church was destroyed.

The flames from the explosion engulfed it.

The commissioners staying in the branch's control room were all stunned. They never expected that the mixed-races who were supposed to be inspected and isolated for observation would actually launch a riot in such a coordinated manner, and they seemed to have some kind of connection with other forces.

A tacit linkage.

This is clearly a long-planned and well-planned plan!

The originally orderly underground space was now a mess. Explosions, gunshots, and shouts were heard one after another. The commissioners tried to organize a defense line, but they were unable to cope with the rioting hybrids whose average level was close to the A-level.

.

At the entrance of the financial trading hall, several traders who got the news heard the alarm and tried to close the heavy metal door, but it was too late. Enemy attacks came like a tide, drowning them in chaos.

The aftermath of the explosion shook the entire underground space, and the pillars of the financial trading hall began to collapse amidst the violent vibrations. The walls cracked, the ceiling collapsed, and in the chaos, traders here fled in all directions, looking for opportunities to escape.

However, they soon discovered that the escape route that was supposed to be safe was now blocked by the enemy. The choking smoke spread down, leaving only an elevator filled with gray fog, which was somehow unscathed and stood quietly in the corner.

The elevator door slowly opened, and gray mist poured out, dyeing the surrounding air hazy and looking extremely mysterious. The commissioners looked at each other, filled with uneasiness.

Although this may be the only chance to escape, they have no idea what is hidden in the gray fog. They can only vaguely glimpse it, and there seems to be a twisted and blurred dark figure standing inside, pressing the buttons on the panel.



In the reception room of Sion Palace, 20 kilometers away.

Angers stared closely at the 3D stereoscopic image synthesized from multiple camera videos, and stared at the gray fog elevator. He watched a group of people rushing into the space that could not have accommodated so many people, and then slowly left.

A folding knife was pulled out of the inner pocket of the suit.

It was a large folding knife with an ancient shape. His side weapon was made from the fragments of the Atkan sword of the first leader of the Lionheart Society, Meneke Cassel.

Its antler handle is ancient and mottled, and the slightly curved blade has twisted lines that are wildly beautiful. There are vine carvings on the back of the blade, engraved with Ange's name, and the blade is as blood-red as the Philosopher's Stone.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhao Qing took a casual look and was a little surprised, because according to her induction, there seemed to be majestic energy hidden inside the folding knife, which could almost

Compared to the Seven Treasure Glazed Sword in her hand.

Considering that this is just a fragment, the Atkan sword in its prime state is probably a treasure comparable to a divine weapon.

Obviously, the sword passed down by the Cassel family has an unusual origin. It may involve the top alchemist master in the Dragon Clan, and there is a huge secret hidden behind it.

Outside the window, probably affected by the turbulence of the elements, the cumulonimbus clouds that had become thicker and thicker in the morning began to sink rapidly, strong winds, lightning and thunder, and at first it was a drizzle of light rain, but it soon turned into rain.

The strips of white curtains.

"This is simply a declaration of war on the secret party!" Mr. Turing muttered to himself, his tone trembling: "Which audacious force forged the bloodline information of these hybrids? The emergence of the 'Death Dream Meme'

, could it also be the other party’s conspiracy?”

"Retrieve the identity information and data of all the enemies in the incident, mainly check whether the bloodline rating is inconsistent with the actual situation, and find the common points among them." Angers took a deep breath, with a blazing golden eye in his pupils.

The flames burned, and the veins on the back of the hands were exposed.

It seemed that he wanted to rush straight to the battlefield over there, but considering that the distance between the two places was not enough to get there quickly, he could only suppress the anger in his heart and try to figure out the enemy's whereabouts with the help of Eva's analysis.

Depend on.

"I plan to go over there first and take a look." On the side, Shi Yiguang looked sad and whispered to Zhao Qing: "There should be a lot of innocent people over there who have been implicated in death and injury. Every one of them can be saved..."



At the same time, a few kilometers away from the attack site, in the Dorchester Hotel next to Hyde Park, the Oliver Misser Suite on the seventh floor has a magnificent interior decoration.

Su Enxi was wearing a thin skirt and pacing back and forth in her room. While looking through the rain and fog at the firelight rushing into the sky in the distance, she dialed a number on her mobile phone and chewed potato chips:

"As expected, the London branch was attacked, unable to carry out normal trading operations. I lost a lot of positions and made a lot of money... By the way, which force is on the other side that is so arrogant and openly starts a war with the secret party? Boss,

What do you think?"

"Good evening, Enxi." The boss spoke slowly: "The reason is very simple. In the eyes of some 'people', this world line is already a waste due to the addition of new powerful interference factors.

The cost is huge, so before restarting the 'game', you should naturally make more use of it to collect some useful information for the next start, and at the same time hone your skills."

"Abandon the file? Restart the world line?" Su Enxi obviously couldn't understand the meaning of the boss's words: "A certain powerful force has mastered this ability and has no worries, so it is ready to test some new weapons to see what the specific effects are.

?”

"Are those hybrids whose bloodline has been temporarily enhanced one of the products of the experimental technology used this time? In the British health system information database collected by the secret party, many of these people seem to be suffering from AIDS? Could it be that they are doing this?

Is it caused by biological experiments?”

Her words vaguely revealed her astonishing authority to access a large amount of secret party information. It seemed that, like Angers, she had just carefully watched the surveillance video of the London branch.

"The relationship between cause and effect is wrong." The boss said with a smile: "Because they are AIDS patients and their physical conditions met certain requirements of the forces behind the scenes, they were 'voluntarily' subjected to biological experiments and became acquired products that can be mass-produced."

A high-level hybrid."




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