Nightmare Corrosion

Evening, police station.

The director's office has changed its owner twice. The third director stood aside with a smile, just like he did when he first became a police officer, showing respect and obedience to the man who sat on his chair and gave orders without mercy. look.

At least that's how it looks on the surface.

At this time, the office was already crowded with people, and they were still squeezing in. The poor director could only back away until he was forced into the corner, pretending to be calm and admiring the painting hanging on the wall, which was a figure with arms wrapped around him. The angel with a resolute face seemed to be in a sea of ​​fire and lava, with a majestic momentum, and a line of small words was written below.

May God have mercy on the world!

This was a gift given to him by the Three Gods Sect after he first took office. He didn't pay attention to it and hung it casually in his office. But now that he takes a closer look, he can see that his artistic attainments are indeed not low.

"How many more Corruptors does Lucas have?"

The red-gloved judge with a hooked nose and a gloomy face sat in a chair. A woman with sleek short hair next to him immediately spoke: "Before the canopy was damaged, the exact number was 103!"

"This includes the man-made evil spirits previously released by Turing, as well as the infected eroders, the eroders driven by the Three Gods Cult and surrounding branches, and the evil spirits attracted, which are weird and even out of control. By!"

"Still haven't found any trace of Turing?"

The judge's expression didn't change at all. It seemed that this was enough to cause a huge wave of terror anywhere. It was just some annoying mosquitoes and flies flying around, and he asked again.

"No, even Tianmu didn't find any trace!"

The short-haired woman shook her head.

"Where was Turing's subordinate this morning?"

The judge rolled his eyes, and more than a dozen people in the room lowered their heads almost at the same time, with ugly expressions on their faces.

"Due to the disappearance of the sky screen and the fact that the opponent is very familiar with Lucas, his strength is estimated to be level 8, we were unable to catch up!"

A man with a bandage on his palm and wearing a gray windbreaker whispered back. He was once the closest person to the other party, but the woman only turned around and shot an arrow, which almost killed him. If he hadn't used it in time, If you block it with your palm.

"Separate half of the people and go find her!"

Without hesitation, the judge spoke, his face as cold as marble: "She must not be allowed to take away the Eye of Curtis. Even if she destroys it, she must not be allowed to fall into the hands of others!"

"yes!"

The red gloves agreed with the judge's decision, and at the same time, half of them walked out of the office, began to gather their own manpower, and directed the police to start a network investigation.

"The remaining people are going to prepare for the coming ceremony of Lord Dark Crow. Without the sky, we will lose absolute control over the situation. The longer it is delayed, the worse it will be for us. Start the plan in advance!"

The judge suddenly stood up and glanced at everyone one by one: "Everyone, I won't say any more, but all evil spirits are hidden dangers in this world and must be eliminated, leaving no one behind!"

"But, Your Excellency the Judge, do we need to inform the Trigona?"

The short-haired woman hesitated for a moment and asked.

According to the plan, the plan was supposed to be launched tomorrow. Therefore, although some of the personnel of the Three Gods Religion were evacuated, some remained in Lucas and kept their whereabouts secret, including a great leader who led the team this time. .

In some religions, strength and position are still equated. Those with the title of Grand Priest must have the strength of a Grand Priest. Not all forces are as wealthy as the original sect. A Grand Priest, It can already be regarded as the backbone of the organization or even the middle and senior levels.

"Everyone must pay for what they have done. Weren't they very active before? Let him decide whether to live or die!"

The judge's mouth curved into a cruel arc, and he shook his head slightly.

"Lord Dark Crow."

The woman swallowed her saliva. Even if they were from the same camp, he felt a chill coming from his heart when he heard this title. Your Excellency is famous for his tough attitude towards evil spirits and corroders, and he also treats other organizations the same way. Within the Red Gloves, he advocated cleaning up all supernatural organizations, including the Trinitarian Cult.

You must know that the Three Gods Religion has become more and more influential in society today, and has even obtained the legal right to preach in the federation. If you let your Excellency make the decision, wouldn't it be equivalent to a death sentence?

"in addition."

The woman originally wanted to use this incident to lead to another incident, but now she can only bite the bullet and look at the judge: "The members of the Baimon family hope to leave tonight, and they will guarantee the next corroder. It seems that If they want to use it for their own use, some people hope that we can be more generous."

The woman did not say who the specific person was, but the person who could bring the message to her or her superiors and then pass it on was undoubtedly some powerful person. The Red Glove is a huge organization, although it is within the federal system. , but due to restrictions and scruples, the annual funding is not much. However, they have the best benefits and treatment among government agencies, so they naturally have their own blood transfusion channels.

Although they will not violate their principles for the sake of money, it is normal to occasionally meet the small requests of funders.

However, the judge and she were not in the same system, so the woman could only try her best to persuade.

"The Baimon family?"

The judge narrowed his eyes and glanced at the embarrassed woman. He knew that it must be her superior who gave her the order. However, now that the decision-making power was in his hands, he was extremely disgusted by intervening in the internal decision-making of the Red Gloves.

Even if the Baimon family had done him a favor many years ago, they were no longer indebted to each other. The judge rejected the request without thinking, but an open refusal would definitely offend people, and not just one or two. There were also factions within the Red Gloves, and the judge did not want to create more enemies.

Even if ordinary people were weak, their collective power could not be underestimated, because they were rich, and in a well-ordered society, money could do a lot of things, a lot of things.

"Tell them, yes."

After a few seconds of silence, the woman heard the judge's voice, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. When she was about to turn around and convey it, the following words suddenly made her feel like she was falling into an ice cave.

"But you can't leave until tomorrow morning."

After saying this, the judge left the place without paying any attention to the woman standing there. According to the original plan, Lord Dark Raven's arrival should be tomorrow night, and the deadline for the vague announcement to the outside world is also the same, so his request is not excessive in the eyes of the Baimon family.

As for what happened later, don't you know that there is a word called accident in this world?

Of course, if those people are really all-powerful and can even convince Lord Dark Raven, the judge will have nothing to say.

"It's done, Red Gloves has agreed!"

The message was transmitted quickly, but a few minutes later, Malos threw the phone and shouted excitedly to Lu En: "We can leave here tomorrow!"

"Why tomorrow, not tonight?"

Lu En also breathed a sigh of relief, but vaguely felt something was wrong.