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Chapter 682

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"Where … are we … now? Why do I feel … colder and colder … "

The fat man's teeth were chattering.

Someone wanted to deal with him, so they did something to the bird? The bald middle-aged man couldn't help but think so. But he stared at the bird for a while. Judging from his knowledge, the bird was not passive, but … it was disturbed.

But how could it be? There were no traces of illusion around.

It was … the bird was frozen!

When they first entered the frost hell, it was -50 or 60 degrees Celsius. Now it was estimated to be -80 or -90 degrees Celsius. If it weren't for the combat suit made by the Tree Shade, he would only have 20 to 30 percent of his combat power in this environment, and it would continue to decrease over time.

Thinking about it, the bald middle-aged man couldn't help but tighten the collar of the combat suit. In the cold frost hell, only this combat suit could bring him a trace of warmth.

"After we entered the frost hell, we flew in a straight line for 7 minutes and 35 seconds. Then the bird began to have problems, and our direction changed repeatedly."

"Before that, we were in the right direction, so we should return to the original route."

The bald middle-aged man closed his eyes and outlined a plan in his mind.

Their average speed was 8 to 9 meters per second, and the time was 455 seconds. Later, the route of movement was left, left, up, right, up, right, down, right … time was …

"Come with me."

A moment later, on the snow, the man in the suit crouched down, and a distorted symbol appeared in his eyes.

"It's the place we just passed."

"Let's go!"

The three of them and the puppet that was being controlled ran at high speed.

"What is that?" A bright red color appeared on the silver-white snow in the distance. It was particularly eye-catching.

When they got closer, they found that the red creature was huge.

It was four to five stories high, lying on an even larger round ice crystal platform. Surrounding it were giant hundred-meter-tall icicles. In the middle of the icicles, on the round platform, was a giant "dragon" with a pair of wings on its back. At this moment, this giant dragon was fixed to the round platform by countless ice anchors. Its cracked wounds were frozen with ice crystals, unable to heal, move, or even escape.

Its huge eyes were closed, motionless, but the faint aura it emitted still made the bald middle-aged man and the others tremble with fear.

It's a Transcendent!

A Transcendent existence that they couldn't even see in the organization was locked here like a dead dog.

They couldn't help but waver in their hearts.

The gap between the organization and the Tree Shade is bigger than expected!

"Can we really save that lord?"

The bald middle-aged man quickly gathered his thoughts and circled around the red dragon. "We can't save him."

The other two looked over in astonishment. The bald middle-aged man added, "It's the same to shut him up … It's a mission!

At that time, we can use Fatty's' door 'ability to escape, and we won't have to worry about being discovered by the passageway guards. The success rate is above 60%. The only danger is running into Hell's patrol midway. "



Pale Prison, upper floor.

Surveillance Tower.

From the outside, it only looked like a five-story surveillance tower, but there was another world inside.

The interior of the tower went from the bottom to the top. It was impossible to estimate the height of the tower from the bottom. On the surrounding walls, there were bright surveillance screens. There were pure white passages in the shallow layer of the prison, prisoners in a daze, prisoners who tried to contact the outside world with special abilities, and prisoners who found out that their abilities were restricted. They wanted to commit suicide by hitting the wall, but they were healed by the colorless gas ejected from the cell when they were halfway dead.

The Tree Shade's law was aimed at petty thieves, fighting, and wounding people. Generally, there were few detentions. But the base number was there. According to the intelligence department's estimation, there were three digits of iron spies sneaking into the Tree Shade every day. Some of them were just ordinary people, but there were also hunters, high rank hunters … Once they reached the high rank, they were eligible to enjoy the treatment of a single cell in the Pale Prison.

"We need the surveillance footage of the Frost Prison."

The slightly immature but dignified black-haired girl said.

She was a top student who studied at the World Tree Academy for a year and a half. She also studied under Lan Qingya, the head of the Tree Shade's intelligence department. At a young age, she was already independent.

"Please come with me."

The wristwatch connected to the secret command. The staff wearing sunglasses, worried about being blinded by the countless bright images, nodded. He stretched out his index finger and clicked on the surveillance tower's special wristwatch. With a slight tremor, a dark blue ring on the edge rose, lifting them up gradually, very smoothly.

The surveillance footage of the deep prison was much sparser.

As the bald middle-aged man speculated, the deep prison was used to imprison tyrannical prisoners. The environment was extremely harsh, and ordinary surveillance wouldn't last long in this environment.

The "Surveillance Eye" used in the deep prison was strong in concealment and resistance. It was divided into three grades, B, A, and S, with a surveillance radius of 100-900 meters. It was a rare high-quality blueprint that Tang Yu could buy in the past year.

The only drawback was that the "Surveillance Eye" had a scarce main material. After analysis, it was found that the "Evil Eye" could replace that main material. But the "Evil Eye" was almost extinct.

"Cut to the 3-21 screen."

… …

Inside the Frost Hell.

The bald middle-aged man and the others squatted, staring blankly at the organization's top executive who was buried in the snow with only his head left.

Compared to the other fire cage and ice prison, being buried in the snow was too ordinary.

But the top executive was still awake. The first thing he said when he saw them was, "The 'door' can't leave hell, but I have a way to escape. You must dig me out."

As if seeing through the bald middle-aged man.

His face didn't look good, and he signaled to the 250 pound fat man with his eyes.

The fat man took a few steps back, put his hands together, opened them, and stirred his source power.

"Door-"

A moment later, a two-meter tall, 70-80cm wide door gradually formed. The fat man's face was pale, but his eyes were bright.

"Success …"

Suddenly, a scorching flame came from the opposite side of the door. The flapping fire snake burned the fat man. He instinctively flew out. The places that couldn't be covered by his combat suit were burned and painful.

His source power was momentarily chaotic, and the door burst like a bubble.

But in a short moment, they saw the familiar red hell on the other side of the door!

They couldn't get out!

The bald middle-aged man and the others could only find a way to rescue the top executive. At first glance, the top executive was only buried in the ground. The confinement method wasn't as high as the previous fire dragon. He felt it shouldn't be difficult to break.

However …

The bald middle-aged man stared at his hands. His fingers were extraordinary, and he had experienced hundreds of millions of life level battles. But … he couldn't dig it out.

The organization's top executive seemed to have expected this scene, "You can't do it alone. Take my token and find a big man in the depths of the Frost Hell, and your mission will be completed."

"Can we escape the Pale Hell so easily?" The fat man blurted out.

The top executive who was planted in the ground laughed strangely, "Of course it's not that simple. We suspect that this prison has a special space restriction. No space ability can connect to the outside world. But … the Tree Shade is too arrogant. There are many tyrannical existences in the Frost Hell alone. As long as we can lift the restriction on these existences and release them …"

His eyes were deep, "In just a moment, the entire Pale Prison, including the Tree Shade City, will burst like a bubble."

… …

"Sorry, it's our oversight."

The staff of the Surveillance Tower broke into a cold sweat. The intelligence department was also responsible for dealing with bribery, collusion with the enemy, etc. He didn't want to be like the prison guards who leaked prison information because of bribery.

"It's not because of you. It's part of the plan."

The black-haired girl, Ceng Yanyu, said no more.

The staff didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask.

One of the managers of the Surveillance Tower jumped from the nearby stairs to the round table. He explained, "Because of the strange special abilities, plus the countless props from the ruins of the Planet of Origin, sometimes the things you want to hide can't be interrogated by illusion. As far as I know, there are several ways to actively forget memories."

For example, this top executive of the 'Distorted Eye', who had mastered SS-level secrets and deserved special treatment … He didn't say it out loud.

The staff nodded in confusion.

At first glance, it sounded very profound. No wonder the others were already leaders, and he was just a small minion.

However … he looked at the surveillance screen. The bald middle-aged man and the others carefully approached a certain huge body. While spreading their perception to pay attention to whether there were patrols, they searched for possible traps like sweeping mines. But they couldn't find the Surveillance Eye. He felt very happy. After all, these people were stronger than him.

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