In the lounge of the special operations team, Boluogo looked through the documents in his hand. Opposite him sat three members of the sixth team.
It was unclear when the mission started, but in line with the concept of working together as teammates, Bologo discussed the details of the mission with these people.
At the moment, only Burlogo was communicating with them. Palmer was lying on the sofa in the activity room, drunk to death with a strong smell of alcohol.
The three people in the sixth group looked sideways at Palmer from time to time. It could be read from their eyes that they were very suspicious of how Palmer got into the Bureau of Order, and was this guy really a member of the Clerks family?
Burlogo was much better than them, and he had long been accustomed to Palmer's various weird behaviors.
"The venue where the auction is held is usually a virtual space. In other words, we cannot determine the specific location. Only after you sneak in first and use your signal, we can identify the direction."
Hart was sitting on a chair, but because of his excessive size, he gave Bologg the feeling of being like a black bear stepping on a ball in the circus... Oh no, judging from Hart's beastly appearance, it should be
It's a black wolf stepping on the ball.
The documents were like small slips of paper in his hands. For this reason, he even wore special glasses so that he could see the small words on them clearly.
"What about the 'invitation'?" Bologg asked, "We need that to get to the venue, don't we?"
"Don't worry about this, other team members are working hard to get the invitation letter," Kingsley said.
"Ah? Bring it here?" Boluogo didn't understand what he meant.
"Do you think the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce is kind enough to invite us?" Kingsley said, "Other team members are chasing those who have connections with the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. According to sources, invitation letters have been sent out, and they should be
Find a way to arrest those people and seize those invitations."
"Then...how are you sure there are two?" Boluogo asked.
"Because we only identified two guys with invitations."
Hart spoke seriously, but his words were full of absurdity like bandit robbery.
Boluogo rubbed his head, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. Absolute violence could conquer many conspiracies, even this one.
"But...can you really do it?" Hart asked.
"Are you doubting me?" Boluogo asked, and the expert could not doubt it.
Hart was unexpectedly frank, nodded seriously, and said to Boluogo, "We cannot enter the virtual realm. We can only wait for you to send a signal and then find a way to carry out a strong attack and suppression. For this reason, your mission is very important. Once an accident occurs, we will
Nothing can be done except waiting in vain."
"And...to be honest, how long has your special operations team been established? How many months?" Hart's suspicious eyes became more serious.
Kingsley and Fanny also showed the same look. They had to pay attention to this, after all, the composition of the special operations team was really weird.
A notoriously unlucky man and a newly promoted Condensator. Fortunately, they don't know the experience of Boluogo's Black Prison, otherwise their eyes might be even weirder.
Generally speaking, in their opinion, the qualifications of the special operations team are still too young, and doubts are inevitable.
"If you don't believe me, you must at least believe your team leader." Boluogo was too lazy to argue with them.
"Um……"
The three of them fell silent. In fact, before the meeting began, they had suggested to Yas that such an important task should at least find a more reliable action team to cooperate with.
Although the special operations team has two generals, Lebius and Jeffrey, these two generals cannot even handle the tasks at hand, let alone these operations.
Even if they can participate in it, given the vigilance of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, the arrival of the two powerful people will definitely attract their attention.
After hearing this, Yas thought for a while and told the three of them to rest assured that the special operation was trustworthy.
"Actually, it's not that I don't believe you," Hart pointed at Burlog, "You saved Kemp and Shelley, and they both praised you very much. We are very grateful for this. If it weren't for you,
We may just lose these two newcomers."
"Then...what are you suspecting?"
Bologg felt a little strange, and Hart doubted himself, but he couldn't see any contempt, until Bologg noticed his gaze, and then followed his gaze and looked behind him.
"Actually...he...isn't always like this."
Burlogo tried to defend Palmer, but hearing Palmer's snoring and the smell of alcohol, all his excuses seemed pale.
"That's it anyway. Don't be too nervous. Just plan ahead. The invitation letter will be sent to you when the mission is about to start."
Hart stood up, nodded to Burrowgo, and left with Kingsley and Fanny.
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Burlogo did not wait for Palmer to get up, but left alone, took the subway to Qiushang Town, and then returned to the alchemy workshop.
After sending Aimu back to the alchemy workshop last night, he did not stay in the stronghold hut. Instead, he went back to the streets and strolled back to Shenbei District. After sleeping for a few hours, he got up and came to the "Kenshi"
”.
On the way, he stopped by the Immortal Club. He originally wanted to bring Palmer with him, but at that time, Palmer was drunk in another bar. As for the Immortal Club itself.
Oh my gosh, it was a complete mess when Bologg arrived.
Walking into the alchemy workshop, everything was no different from usual. There were bursts of knocking sounds from the experimental area above the head. TEDA had returned and was directly involved in work.
Bologg passed by Aimu's repair bench. She was not there, nor was she in the kitchen. Bologg thought she must be busy somewhere in the alchemy workshop.
It is mentioned in the document that a mysterious man named Delusionist appeared in the Great Rift, and this Delusionist created many alchemical weapons and caused them to flow into the Great Rift, triggering unrest.
Yas suspected that TEDA was a delusional person, but after comparing the traces of the alchemy matrix, those alchemical weapons did not seem to be made by TEDA. In addition, coupled with the threats from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce and the Orangutan Sect, the delusional person was not considered important for the time being.
Target, Yas just told himself to be more wary of TEDA.
Vigilance is one thing, cooperation is another. Boluogo knows his own weakness, and for this he needs stronger power.
After knocking on the door, Boluogo pushed open the laboratory door. TEDA also stopped what he was doing and turned back to look at Boluogo.
"Are you busy?" Bologo asked.
"What do you think?"
TEDA showed off the tool in his hand. He was adjusting an adaptive arm, with circles of hooks wrapped around it.
"Ah... Okay, I want to ask about soul detection." Boluogo leaned aside and asked.
"Are you so impatient?"
"Just like you alchemists' fanatical pursuit of the 'secret source', we condensers are full of expectations for power. It's nothing, right?" Boluogo said.
Normally, he would wait quietly, but he felt the pressure of the upcoming task to some extent. If possible, he hoped to undergo a trial before taking action to strengthen his body with ether.
Teda looked at Boluogo, and then sighed helplessly.
"Wait for me a moment."
TEDA didn't let Boluogo wait too long. After a while, he finished processing the adaptable arm. Boluogo watched from the side. TEDA did not add other functions to it, but only adjusted the hook.
Bologg also has this piece of equipment, and wears it on his body at all times. In the complex environment of the Great Rift, the hook rope is really useful.
"follow me."
Teda said to Boluogo, then walked out of the laboratory and moved forward in the dim corridor.
After living there for so long, there are actually many places in the entire alchemy workshop that Boluogo has not been to. It's not that TEDA hid it from him, it's just that many places are closed when not needed.
The door slowly opened, the lights turned on one by one, and an operating table appeared under the pale light, with a trolley filled with different tools surrounding it.
Boluogo looked at the operating table and felt that it looked familiar. It was very similar to the operating table during his implantation ceremony, but compared with that one, this one was undoubtedly much simpler.
"How do you want to test it?"
Boluogo asked. This part of the content was not mentioned in the book he read.
"How did you implant the alchemy matrix in the first place? How do you re-test it now?" TEDA said.
"Perform another implantation ceremony, but this time there is no alchemy matrix implantation. All you have to do is condense your soul and observe its condition."
After Teda finished speaking, he added, "This will be very painful."
After adjusting the operating table, the robotic arm slowly opened, like a monster with teeth and claws. Teda turned around and looked at Boluogo, his tone full of confusion.
"This is the first time I've seen a guy who desires pain as much as you."
Boluogo's face turned gloomy. Thinking about it, whether it was a trial or a promotion, it was dangerous but also accompanied by pain.
Many Sublime Masters will take the risk and give it a try only after they are fully prepared. Only the undead Boluogo would do this. He would regard such a serious matter as an ordinary test. If he accidentally dies,
Then just do it again.
"I'm just...curious."
Bologe spoke words that Teda didn't understand. He had been fighting and killing for a while, and the soul fragments were replenished and then consumed again. As a result, Bologe could often feel the imminence of mania.
Fortunately, he has settled down in recent days. He also collected a lot of soul fragments when he was out on duty. Boluogo wanted to observe his soul. In addition to judging whether it was stable, he also wanted to see the impact of the soul fragments on himself.
Soul influence.
And... that place that is like a blurry dream.
Every time he dies, he will briefly descend into that empty space.
