In the Sex and the City bar, the bartender lady and the eleven uninvited guests were engaged in a bitter battle.
On the other side of the city, in a plastic mold processing factory, a group of people was busy looking for the whereabouts of another uninvited guest.
"Why … is it Hydra?" One of the secretary-like women looked at the name on the whiteboard, thinking hard.
The plastic mold factory had been in business for three years. Business was not particularly prosperous, but it had always been a small profit. However, four months ago, faced with an irresistible offer, the boss reluctantly sold the factory. After that, the new person who took over the factory kept the appearance of the factory unchanged, but carried out a secret transformation of the workshop.
All the machinery and equipment were gone, replaced by rows of filing cabinets and weapon racks. It looked like a secret military base, and there were no electronic devices connected to the Internet in this military base. It was rather reminiscent of the Cold War style of the sixties and seventies.
As soon as the secretary-like woman's voice trailed off, another voice interjected, "It's so lively now. The rumored Locus who never shows his face … Previously, he only gave us technical support through email. Now, he suddenly appeared and snatched away three elite teams from us. Tsk tsk, that guy is too cunning."
"It's my fault." "I was the one who persuaded Roger to continue using Locus's reputation to recruit new members. I even intentionally packaged and promoted Locus, making him the spiritual totem of the Guardians. I didn't expect to shoot myself in the foot." "That's right, I'm the one who convinced Roger to continue using Locus's reputation to recruit new members. I even intentionally packaged and promoted Locus, making him the spiritual totem of the Guardians. I didn't expect to shoot myself in the foot.
"It's not your fault." The secretary-like woman quickly shook her head and said, "Everyone knows about what happened back then. We thought that Locus was just a simple scientific researcher with no desire or ambition for power. Otherwise, there's no way to explain why he didn't try to take control of the Guardians even once after such a long time. In addition, he is the founder of the Guardians, and he has indeed helped us a lot over the years. It was because of his research that we were able to produce things like the Godslayer bullets, allowing ordinary people to master the ability to fight against gods. Even if we don't publicize him, there will definitely be people who are willing to follow him."
"It's meaningless to talk about this now. Since he's here, let's find him first. If we wait any longer, he might take away someone else." A young man in his late twenties, the one who had spoken earlier, threw the baseball in his hand at the opposite wall and caught it. He kept repeating this little game, as if he never got tired of it.
"That's not very likely." The gentle-looking man spoke again. "After all, we have been managing and operating the organization for the past few years. We provide the funds, training, and even weapons. It is precisely because of our existence that the Guardians can grow to where they are today. I believe everyone in the organization knows this very well. No one can challenge Roger's prestige in the organization. Otherwise, Locus would not have just taken away three teams of people."
"That being said, he is still an unstable factor." "We used to think that he was one of us, but if that's really the case, there's no reason why he didn't come to us after he showed up. Instead, he recruited Hydra from right under our noses. This means that he didn't recruit Hydra for official business. In that case, we're back to the original question. Why Hydra?"
"Hydra. No matter what myth or legend it is, it's an evil monster." The young man shrugged. "Maybe Locus just wanted to get rid of the evil for the people first."
His casual words made the secretary's body tremble. She blurted out, "What did you say?"
"Err … I was just guessing." The young man looked a little embarrassed. He did not throw the tennis ball that he caught.
"No, say it again," the secretary said sternly.
"I said that Locus looked for Hydra first to get rid of the evil for the people."
"No, the first sentence."
"No matter what myth the Hydra is in …"
"Oh, right." The secretary finally caught the flash of inspiration in her mind. "In the new popular Cthulhu myth, Hydra is the servant of the master of R 'yleh."
"So?" The young man raised his eyebrows.
"Do you still remember the recent rumor among the gods? It said that the master of R 'yleh will awaken from his slumber and return to this world with a player as a vessel. He will bring destruction, fear, and endless madness."
"Oh, are you trying to say that Locus suddenly showed up to stop this?" The young man suddenly understood. "He wants to get rid of the Hydra before the master of R 'yleh descends. Wait a minute … If that's the case, why didn't he tell us directly and let us do it? We should be able to reach a consensus on this issue. There's no reason for him to gather a few teams and do it alone."
"You're right. So, he must have some ulterior motive for getting rid of the Hydra," the gentle-looking man said. The gentle-looking man also spoke at this time. "And Locus knows that we won't give him any help on this point. We might even stop him."
"The player that was chosen by the master of R 'yleh as a vessel, is there any news about him?"
Just as everyone was discussing this matter, a scallop on the table suddenly opened its mouth. A man's voice came from inside.
Upon hearing the voice, the small meeting room instantly fell silent.
After that, the secretary-like woman said, "The New Gods and the Old Gods have entered a state of war. Everyone's attention is focused on the Organizing Committee stopping operations and shutting down the game. So, we can't care about anything else for the time being. However, I've heard some vague rumors saying that the player who was chosen as the vessel is very powerful and has a strong will. Also, he has gradually lost all human emotions."
The voice in the scallop was silent for a moment before it spoke again. "That player is in our city, or more accurately, he was once in our city. There's a reason why the Hydra is lurking in the game checkpoint. It's most likely to be to protect the vessel. Didn't the player's information leak out? Go and find out which players are in the vicinity."
"Yes," the few people in the meeting room replied solemnly.
"The purpose of the guardians' existence is to solve the problems brought by the Gods. Logically speaking, our only target is the Gods. However, the situation this time is a little special. If we really let the person sleeping in the underwater palace in R 'yleh escape, even if it's only for a day, it will be a huge disaster. If we can save the world by killing one person, there's no reason for us not to do it."
The voice in the scallop slowed down a little. "Everyone's work is going well. Although there are some unsatisfactory aspects, the basic strategic goal has been achieved on time. Now that the war between the New Gods and the Old Gods is inevitable, we can shift the focus of our work and solve this problem as soon as possible."
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