Five minutes before six o 'clock in the evening.
In the captain's room, Ai Qing silently leaned on the chair that originally belonged to Rudolph as she stared at the huge screen hanging on the wall.
"This is a good place …"
The young man known as Mr. Fan paced around the astonishingly spacious room as he looked around.
Behind the slowly unfurling face, countless fine steel fragments appeared and pieced together as the pivot turned, covering the young man's face and forming a strange lens like a night vision device that looked around.
Under the illumination of the green light, the wall also became transparent, revealing the complex structure hidden behind.
"Then, I will prepare to connect."
He looked back at Ai Qing. "I'll leave the command to you later."
"Yes, thank you."
Ai Qing nodded.
Then, Mr. Fan fell on his back.
The young man's body had already shattered in mid-air, and completely illogical mechanical facilities spread out layer by layer from the cracks of the body. Like a swarm of snakes, cables stretched out and slithered on their own, tearing apart the expensive decorations on the floor and walls as they forcibly connected to the control center.
Combining him and the Astral into one.
At this moment, a majestic source of Origin Substance emerged from his soul, carrying his will as it instantly flowed throughout the huge Astral.
Countless cables, machinery, and equipment, regardless of model, age, or format, were all controlled by Yanshi's Stigmata.
It was impossible to achieve such a miracle with only the Divine Armament.
But long before that, his other body parts had been scattered in various key parts of the Astral by the self-proclaimed driver, Martin Edward.
With the activation signal from the switchboard, a total of 16 intruding serial machines emitted a furnace of heat, assisting his will as they turned the Astral into Yanshi's body parts inch by inch.
"A little … a little … limit …"
In the captain's room, the Divine Armament covered in steel spoke in an old voice. Soon, as the personality simulation module went offline, it became a purely mechanical voice.
After countless flashes of static on the screen that took up an entire wall, surveillance cameras of various sizes quickly appeared.
"Initial coverage of the Astral is complete."
"Region detection commencing. Database installation commencing."
"Mobile command center deployment complete."
Soon, the images from the countless surveillance cameras were quickly corrected, filtered, pieced together, and eliminated. A miniature model of the Astral was displayed.
All of the secret passages, mechanisms, rooms, and even the electrical circuits, water sources, and air filters were taken over by Yanshi, becoming his eyes and ears.
He listened, observed, and analyzed.
All of the members of the Fine Night Association that had been selected from the database were marked on the map.
There were a total of 126 suspects.
Finally, the mechanical voice calmly reported, "Selection complete."
Ai Qing nodded. "Has the Soul Probe finished loading?"
"It can be used at any time."
"Then load it into the 'Origin Substance Testing Team' and analyze it against the Rotten Dream data," Ai Qing said. "Let me take a look at the infection rate on the car."
As soon as he said that, a shocking blood-red color spread out from the virtual map, covering almost half of the Stellaris.
.'s's's's's's's's's's's's's's' ''s's.
At least one-third of the passengers had been infected by the Astral Dream!
The Fine Night Association had definitely put in a lot of effort for this operation. They had actually prepared so many Seeds of Nightmares in advance. Presumably, before they got on the train, there were already thousands of passengers who had been infected without knowing it.
Through the explosive infection, the number of infected people had increased by eight to nine times overnight. After another night, there would probably be no healthy people left on the train.
At this moment, red alerts representing the Astral Dream's' 'infection were everywhere, leaving behind the early stage infected people who still had a chance of recovery. The key parts of the train and the departments were almost everywhere in a shocking crimson color.
They were the late-stage infected people who had been completely devoured by the Astral Dream and had become walking corpses.
The new personality formed in the Astral Dream was hidden behind the subjective consciousness. As long as the bell from the sacrifice rang, it could tear apart the last trace of the host's original consciousness and complete the replacement and devour.
Ai Qing rubbed her forehead, picked up the phone, and connected to the temporary command center in the rear. "Can the decision-making room send me a 'red book'?"
"Don't joke around, Ms. Ai."
The liaison officer sighed helplessly. "At this year's joint meeting, the P5 just limited and cleared the number of documents issued. This year, only one was issued in the Asian region. If you sign it now, the decision-making room will definitely explode."
In the Present Realm and many borders, the Astronomy Association had a lot of great power. Among all these powers, the most eye-catching was the '' clearance document '' that could be directly issued as long as it was verified that there was a threat to the Present Realm.
It was a notice of erasing a person from the world.
It was a license to kill that was recognized by the whole territory and had legal legitimacy.
The moment the seal was applied, the life of the registered person was equivalent to entering a countdown.
However, even the clearance document, which represented death, was not treated equally. There were also internal ranks and weights.
Although they had awkward and difficult to remember official names, they could also be divided simply and crudely by the envelope containing the document.
Black, yellow, red, white.
The most common black letter was issued by the inspector after reporting it to the branch. It was issued for individuals who had ascended, and it was sealed in a black document like an obituary. There was no need for a trial and sentencing. It could be directly executed during the operation.
The issuance of the yellow page required careful consideration by the branch and reporting to the decision-making room of the Command Bureau to avoid serious consequences.
It targeted an entire organization and a huge family.
It was just like the densely packed numbers on every page of a phone book. Once it was torn off, everything recorded on it would be erased and disappear from the world.
A red-level clearance document was no longer something that could be written on a piece of paper.
This kind of thickness was enough to be bound into a book. The impact of a report that needed to be submitted by the sub-ministerial agencies and approved by the central decision-making room and the local P5 at the same time was too great.
A city, an entire family, or an entire border …
The moment the central decision-making room stamped the document, the fate of destruction was destined.
As for the higher-level white papers … they had only been submitted once in the past hundred years, and it had not been approved. Each white paper brought at least 30 correction points to the Present Realm.
If they were not careful, the whole world would be completely changed.
Ai Qing naturally did not expect the higher-ups to give her a red book to clean up after her casual remark. She only emphasized the difficulty of the mission once again and left a record in the command center as a form of insurance in advance.
Otherwise, who knew what kind of risks and consequences would occur when the Fine Night Society decided to fight to the death.
After she received another batch of backup quotas from the command center, she decisively hung up the phone and picked up the phone on the table that was already connected to the command channel.
She said, "Begin the operation."
It was six o 'clock in the afternoon. Huai Shi and his subordinates pushed open the door, and the corridor under their feet instantly opened to both sides. A transport track rose from the darkness.
Then, they quickly sank.
Like riding an elevator, countless carriages began to move rapidly in the darkness. Sparks flew on the rails as they were pulled by Yanshi's power and moved rapidly.
In just half a minute, they quietly arrived at the lower level of Stellaris. The second-class area was naturally the place with the largest number of passengers on Stellaris.
There were no individual rooms, but a suite shared by ten people. Although the bedroom and bathroom were separated, the space was still narrow. Through the floorboards above their heads, they could vaguely hear the noise and running from outside the room.
But soon, the faint clamor quickly faded away and disappeared.
[Action area isolation complete.]
[Carriage number J897, nine passengers, confirmed as Fine Night Society members.]
[Permission to kill issued.]
Following the message sent by Yanshi, a crisp sound came. The members of the Iron Legion unlocked all the guns in their hands.
When Huai Shi raised his phone and aimed it at the floorboards above his head, he could see the image simulated by Yanshi's server through the floorboards.
A few figures gathered together, kneeling and praying.
As if chanting some ancient scripture, the fanatical voices overlapped and spread in all directions. It made people drowsy and fell into a rotten dream bit by bit.
"Sir, please give the order." Crystal 1-1 asked for instructions.
Huai Shi didn't know how to react. It was his first time as a commander, so he didn't know how to sound professional.
While waiting, someone seemed to notice that the sounds outside had disappeared. Realizing that something was wrong, he walked toward the door and then found that the door handle couldn't be turned.
He froze for a moment and wanted to turn around and shout.
"Do it, do it." Huai Shi lowered his voice. He didn't care about professionalism and directly drew his sword to charge.
Pu.
There was a soft sound.
Half of the person's head exploded into a mass of blood.
Then, the soft sound didn't stop. The members of the Iron Legion skillfully pulled the trigger and killed the members of the Fine Night Society on the floorboards.
When Huai Shi reacted, almost everyone on the floorboards was dead.
He was stunned for a long time and awkwardly put the Sword of Virtue back. He deeply felt that the times had changed.
The other side was fighting terrorism. It was obviously inappropriate for him to pull out a sword and fight 300 rounds.
"Target killed."
Crystal 1-1 turned around and said, "Stay vigilant. 1-11 is searching."
Thus, a silent soldier directly took out a folding ladder from his back and skillfully climbed up. He smashed open the floorboards, went up, and skillfully shot the body of the deceased with a pistol. Finally, he put an iron box on the wall of the room.
Then he slid down the ladder and put away the things. He raised his hand and reported to Huai Shi, "Sir, the cleaning is complete. There are no abnormalities."
"… Ah? Oh! "
The dumbfounded Huai Shi nodded. "Thank you for your hard work. What's next?"
His phone vibrated, and the next mission location was marked.
The tracks began to move again, taking them to the next location. After walking for a while, Crystal 1-11 took out a remote control and pressed it. A low muffled sound came from the distance.
Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
How skillful at destroying corpses!
It was really an eye-opener.
He was originally prepared to bring people up, but he didn't expect that this was a money-farming team. He really came to be the boss …
Just as his imagination was running wild, his phone suddenly vibrated.
A warning popped up.
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