United Kingdom, the largest city, Prien.
Amidst the traffic, a group of men dressed in black and wearing hoods rushed into the headquarters of a bank by the street with bulging backpacks.
"Get down! Get down! All of you, get down!! "Bang bang!
The sound of gunshots instantly set off the nerves of everyone around them. Screams immediately rang out, but were immediately suppressed. A few security guards surrounded them from both sides, and just as they were about to raise their pistols, they were immediately knocked down to the ground by two gunshots.
This scene once again attracted faint screams.
There were still people withdrawing money to do business in the bank, as well as the staff at the counter. The staff quickly and calmly pressed the alarm through the thick bulletproof glass.
Woo ~ ~ ~
An ear-piercing alarm suddenly rang out, and the entire bank's shutter doors quickly and automatically rolled down.
"Get rid of him." The leader of the black hoods did not panic at all, and whispered to his companions.
One of his companions snickered, took out something from his waist, and threw it at the door.
That black thing suddenly spun at high speed, and emitted a faint red light. This red light directly stopped the shutter doors from rolling down, and instead retracted them upwards.
The leader of the black hoods walked to the front of the counter, and faced the staff inside.
Bam!
His hand instantly smashed the glass, the bulletproof glass that was more than ten centimeters thick, and directly grabbed the staff's head inside.
With a smack, the head exploded into a cloud of bloody mist under his hand.
"Ahhhhh!!" A female staff on the side screamed loudly, fear spreading in an instant at this moment.
Even the bulletproof glass could not stop that person.
A clear smile could be seen on the leader's face that was covered by a hood.
"Come on … Come on … Hehehe, Kachudis … What should you do?"
The black hoods that were more than ten meters behind him quickly began to methodically install something inside the bank.
More than ten minutes later, a group of people rushed out of the bank, and rushed into a dead end on the street, as if they had disappeared, and never appeared again.
Boom!!!
With a deafening explosion, the headquarters of Prien's largest British billion-dollar bank turned into a sea of fire, the entire bank building started to break from the first floor, and collapsed with a boom.
The bank building that was more than ten meters tall was like a dying giant, falling down with a huge shadow, and fiercely pressing down on the street below.
Boom!
Broken glass walls flew everywhere, cement collided with cement, and vehicles were flattened. Some people didn't have time to run out and were buried under the building, while others were grazed and crawled away with blood dripping from their wounds. The surrounding people shouted loudly. Some took out their mobile phones to call the emergency services, some hid behind solid walls, and even more people fled frantically.
*****
"On the 21st of July, 2411, at noon, the largest city in the United Kingdom, Prien, a huge terrorist explosion occurred at the crossroads of Lotus Street. The headquarters of the British Billion-Dollar Bank was blown up and collapsed, causing dozens of deaths and hundreds of injuries. The specific incident is still under investigation. According to insider information, the terrorists were all wearing black masks, and their methods were very sophisticated, very similar to the mastermind of the previous Gatling Gun Incident … "
The news anchor on the television was reporting the latest developments in the case.
In a dimly lit luxurious room of a hotel.
A bare-chested blonde man with a black dragon tattoo on his arm was quietly watching the news. His blonde hair was draped over his shoulders, and he had a white bath towel draped over his shoulders. His legs were resting on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and he looked handsome and languid.
"Looks like they did a good job." A woman's voice came from the bathroom not far away. It was soft and magnetic.
"Seems like it." The blonde man nodded. "Thinking about it, it's about time for the other side to make a move."
"How did you arrange it?"
"Wasn't it decided long ago?" The blonde man's expression was slightly sluggish. "Even if he's my uncle, he has to pay the price for choosing a side."
A burst of laughter came from the bathroom. The woman seemed to be very satisfied.
"This is just a small prelude." The man said softly.
The battle between the secret party and the light party had just begun.
*****
Forest of Tranquility
In a mysterious place that the light party had never discovered.
This was the most advanced underground high-tech base. Black walls, black floor, and black ceiling. Everywhere was hard and smooth stone. Some of them were carved with bright red threads, monotonous and repetitive.
In a conference room at the center of the base, men and women in suits and leather shoes were sitting on tall black chairs. They were whispering to each other, discussing something in low voices. Some of them were frowning, some of them were looking at the person in charge, and some of them were nodding slightly as they picked up the phone.
Sitting in the middle of the long table was a white-haired man in a black striped suit. He was like an artist, with his long white hair tied into a ponytail. His fingers were crossed and placed on the table in front of him. His expression was solemn and indifferent.
The low discussion in the meeting room did not stop, but he did not seem to hear it at all.
"Many things have happened recently. There have been unusual movements among the secret party members in America, and the witches have been contacting each other frequently. I've already taken some preventive measures." A bespectacled lady on the right said.
"The missing persons cases in Asia have not been cleared up, and it's increasing year by year. We're understaffed, and hope that the headquarters can send a special agent to support us." A middle-aged man with yellow skin said softly.
"Send a written request over later." The white-haired man nodded. "The measures in America should not be too radical. Try to be as gentle as possible. The main premise is to protect the ordinary people from being disturbed."
"Understood."
"The National Space Administration needs additional funding. We have the latest and greatest breakthrough!" A fat white man slammed the table and shouted.
"Which year have you not made great progress?" A voice mocked.
"This year is special!" The fat man argued. "Funding! We need funding! As long as we have enough funding, we can immediately carry out the planetary environmental modification plan! By then, the second Earth will be just around the corner! "
"How many years have you been saying this? Ten years? Twenty years? Or a hundred years? "The cold woman sitting opposite him said disdainfully.
"You!!" The fat man was furious.
"In terms of space exploration, we do need a lot of funding. It's not convenient for us to interfere too much. You can discuss this with the representatives of the various governments." The white-haired man shook his head and smiled.
"Over in England … Were they the ones behind the explosion?" The white-haired man looked at the silent black-haired man at the end of the table.
"Yes, they're the subordinates of one of the secret party's Samolas. This time, it's my fault." The black-haired man lowered his head and apologized.
"Samolas …" The white-haired man's finger tapped lightly on the table. For a moment, the tapping sound seemed to have some kind of magic, and instantly calmed the entire meeting room.
"Let me handle this," The black-haired man said softly. "There's also Lord Scarlet Moon over there. If necessary, can I ask him for help?"
"Yes, if he's willing." The white-haired man nodded. "This matter must be suppressed as soon as possible to prevent more panic."
"Understood."
"This year's national education selection target is a bit too high. I'm afraid we'll have some difficulties here …" A new person began to speak, according to the order of the seats.
"The selection test this year's target has been precisely calculated. Those who can't meet the standard are better off rejected. Coincidentally, the number of evolvers among us new humans needs to be strictly controlled." The white-haired man raised his hand and gestured for the next person.
"A supernatural phenomenon has been discovered in some of the archipelagos in the Atlantic Ocean that needs to be investigated. It could cause volcanic eruptions or even tsunamis."
"Didn't the special representative go last time?"
"Unfortunately, the special representative's whereabouts are still unknown."
"Let Batansi go. He's bored. You go and tell him that this is my idea. "
One by one, applications, proposals, and cases of inquiry were brought up.
The secret party's explosion was only a small part of it.
But no one noticed that the black-haired man who was previously in charge of the secret party's explosion suddenly had a flash of red light in his drooping eyes.
The 'secret party' really didn't do anything 'big' … They just cleaned up the small bugs in the British area.
As for Lord Scarlet Moon, as the strongest combat power under the light party's leader, as the second Death Apostle, Scarlet Moon needs to be treated well …
How about the other two Death Apostles join forces? '
The black-haired man's lips curled up slightly.
*****
'There are a total of four Death Apostles. This has always been the same number. The light party has two, the secret party has one, and the last one is mysterious. It's hard to find his whereabouts and belongs to the neutral camp. '
Sitting on the return flight, Garon quietly flipped through the old yellow scroll that AG gave him.
Sitting in the economy cabin, beside him was a bald old man who took off his glasses and carefully wiped them with a cloth. In front of him was a young couple who were laughing quietly. Behind him were two young girls who seemed to be taking an international flight for the first time and were chatting with each other.
Being in such a normal and peaceful environment, Garon felt that the old scroll in his hand was like the script in a fantasy movie. It did not feel real at all.
It was as if he was an ordinary American college student, holding an imaginative movie script novel and reading it carefully, as if the world inside had nothing to do with him.
Garon turned his head and looked at the old man beside him. This guy gave him a friendly smile. He lowered his head and put on his glasses, took out the newspaper on the plane and started reading.
Coming back to his senses, he continued to read the new content on the old scroll.
This old scroll, AG would update it with new content every once in a while.
'My ally told me that the most mysterious Death Apostle might be coming out soon. This will break the balance between the light party and the secret party.'
'But the light party has the number one Death Apostle, known as the strongest Death Apostle, Ashen Castine, and the second Death Apostle, Scarlet Moon, their advantage will not be broken so quickly.'
Garon flipped to the next page. He took out a gel pen from his pocket and began to write slowly on the page.
'What is your ally?'
There was no answer from the other side. Perhaps AG had not opened the book yet.
Garon did not mind and continued to read the new content.
'Remember or realize that you are dreaming in your dream. This is the first step you need to do.' AG seemed to have started to teach them the first point of the power system.
'The biggest problem for many people is that they do not realize that they are dreaming in their dreams. They will be unprepared and their biggest secrets will be exposed by the environment. For example, a seemingly quiet and empty environment, or a seemingly safe and sealed room. There are too many scams like this. '
'And the key to your current situation is that the Death Apostle who marked you is watching you at all times. You must first be aware of this attention. He will exist in your dreams. Once you enter the dream, he will notice. So you must take advantage of the time when he is involved in the Blood Breed's civil war to find the catalyst he left behind and destroy it. Only then will you be able to escape his surveillance. '
Garon put down the book and fell into deep thought.
The Blood Breeds in this world were completely different from the Blood Breeds in the previous world. The Blood Breeds here were obviously masters of consciousness manipulation. They wandered between reality and dreams and had extremely long lives. They were extremely strange and powerful beings.
This kind of power might bring her unexpected gains.
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