life copy game

Chapter 678 White Hair

"Two induction attacks, one fatal attack,"

The silver-haired old man squatted beside the brown curly-haired man, turned the man's body over, and stared at the three wounds on his body. He directly stretched out his hand to open the wound on the man's stomach, and stared at the granulation on the wound. and the structure of the man's body,
"This young man has been deeply fused with the pollution monster, and has been fed a large amount of flesh and soul. His body and internal organs have basically undergone mutations. Although the appearance still maintains a human shape, the internal structure has completely changed. Humans don't matter anymore.

"The strength of this 'guy' should be close to the top level of C-level. Even if he can't control it well, it is still very easy to kill an ordinary C-level."

The old man turned his head and glanced at Isia who was standing behind him, "I only used three moves, and the last blow hit the vital point."

He stood up slowly, "Your 'informant' friend should not be as strong as this guy, maybe even a little bit worse, that's why he used two tentative attacks to lure this guy into battle. , thinking that he created the conditions for a one-hit kill."

He glanced back at the door panel on the ground and the wall pierced by bone spurs,

"However, when his strength is weak, he actually controls the rhythm of the entire battle, playing with opponents who are stronger than himself. His field control ability and combat adaptability are very strong.

"I don't think the actual fight lasted more than a minute, and he's killed this guy twice as we speak."

He paused for a while, glanced at the surrounding environment and the tentacles that fell on the ground again, seemed to be caught in some kind of thinking, and finally, he sighed slowly,
"If I stood in his position and had the same strength as him, facing such a top C-level monster, winning would not be so easy."

He clapped his hands and looked at Isia with a smile, "Girl, you have done a good job. You can make such a strong man our friend, and your future work will be much easier. If he stands on the opposite side of us, I'm afraid it will make the whole The pollution cleanup department is out of breath."

"It's mainly that Mr.... has a kind of righteousness in himself."

Ishia spoke.

She glanced at her surroundings.

When He Ao sent her a message, she didn't expect that He Ao would directly host such a large organization that raised pollution monsters.

He Ao just told her to call the director and bring some elites from the Pollution Cleanup Department here. This time the matter might be a little bigger.

After she came, she realized that this matter was "a little big".

But in theory, He Ao led her to solve such a "major case", which basically helped her stabilize her status as the person in charge of the Pollution Cleanup Department of San Jon City, and was praised by the director. She should feel that excited.

but······
She turned her head to look at the 'feed room' beside her, at the blood-stained instruments of torture, and at the people locked in iron cages one by one.

At this moment, she only felt a chill down her spine.

Such a terrifying organization that feeds pollution monsters is active under the eyes of the Pollution Cleanup Department, in the most prosperous East City, next to the FBI branch, less than two kilometers away from the city government building.

As far as she could see, every iron cage in the house was stained with black blood stains.

She couldn't imagine how many people in San Jon City had been caught in this 'feed room' and never had a chance to get out again.

She stared at those iron cages, and in those empty iron cages, there seemed to be souls screaming in despair.

Yet she knew it couldn't happen.

Because the souls of those who are fed to the tainted monsters are torn and chewed.

At this time, several young people ran over, the leader held a blood-stained electronic paper tablet, looked at Isia and the old man, "Minister, Director, all the locks of the cages have been unlocked, we I am trying to help people out of the cage, this is the list left on the scene, "

He handed the electronic paper book to Isia, "We have confirmed all the people on the list. There are 74 people in total, and all of them are still alive."

"OK,"

Ishia took the electronic paper book tablet, she glanced at the content on the tablet, and then looked at the young man in front of her, "You guys deal with the corpses of monsters in these two rooms and in the corridor, rescue Just hand it over to someone from the FBI."

Then she looked at the old man beside her, "Director, there seem to be many monsters on the tenth floor, let's go and have a look? The head of the San Jon branch of the FBI seems to be on the tenth floor too."

"it is good."

The old man nodded lightly.

The two walked to the elevator together.

Isia took the blood-stained work card that was found on the ground just now, put it in a plastic bag, swiped to open the elevator, and pressed the button for the tenth floor.

"The FBI was contacted by your 'informant'?"

Standing in the elevator, the old man looked at the reflection on the elevator door and asked.

"Yes, he should have been in a hurry at that time. I heard from the FBI that he made an official report call, and,"

Ishia paused, and said honestly, "He just found out about the existence of the Pollution Cleanup Department, so he probably doesn't have that much trust in us."

"It's okay, trust can be built slowly."

The old man nodded, "If he suddenly shows that he trusts us very much, then you should be careful."

The elevator went up quickly, and the speaking room had already reached the tenth floor, and the two walked out of the elevator together.

The dark hall has been illuminated by emergency lights, and a strong smell of blood spreads in the space.

Even Isia, who had experienced various scenes, was a little surprised when she saw the scene in the hall at this moment.

All kinds of distorted limbs of pollution monsters covered the entire hall, they were lying on the tiles on the ground, leaning against the desk that had been moved out,

Blood covered every inch of the area, staining every computer and desk red.

Dead monsters, the ground stained red, the smell of blood filling the void.

Illuminated by the not-so-bright emergency lights, this hall is like a hell floating in reality.

The cold night wind blowing in through the broken window brushed Isiah's cheek, waking her from the shock of surprise.

"Your 'informant' seems to hate these pollution monsters very much, and can even be described as 'hate',"

The old man walked forward step by step towards the broken glass window, his eyes swept over the corpses lying in a pool of blood, "All of them were fatal with one blow, straight to the vital point, he didn't waste even a little effort and time, from the beginning, He never thought of letting a monster leave here alive."

Ishia came back to her senses and followed behind the old man.

At this moment, a fat figure was standing in front of the broken window.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, with round gold-rimmed glasses, a fat figure, and looks amiable.

When he saw Isia and the old man coming, he hurriedly greeted them, and stretched out his hands with a smile on his face.

"It's Mr. Driss, I've heard of you for a long time, I've heard of you when I was working in Irons, and I heard about your glorious deeds of going deep into the wilderness and beheading a B-level beast alone. Every time I think about it , will make me feel full of excitement and excitement.”

"Director Skett?"

The old man also smiled and stretched out his hand, and shook hands with the fat man, "That was all when I was young. It's not worth mentioning. Now that I'm old, I don't have the skills I used to."

"Look at what you said, how long has passed, and you are the youngest B-rank in the Federation in the past 50 years."

Skett quickly echoed with a smile, and then he looked at Isia beside the old man, "This is it."

"Ishia, the person in charge of the Pollution Cleanup Department will be here in the future."

The old man, or Driss, stretched out his hand and introduced.

Then he pointed at the fat man and introduced to Isia, "This is Director Skett, you should know him, the director of the FBI's San Jon branch, C-level."

"Miss Isia, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Seeing Driss' introduction in person, Skett quickly reached out and shook hands with Isia.

"Hello, I will trouble you to take care of me in the future."

Ishia quickly reached out and shook hands with the director.

This C-level bureau chief has a humble attitude that doesn't look like a C-level director.

"It's okay, it's okay, we are the two sides of the cooperation, if you need help in the future, just tell me."

Skate laughed quickly.

"Excuse me,"

Ishia was a little uncomfortable with the director's enthusiasm. At this moment, she remembered something and handed the tablet in her hand to the director, "This is the arrested people we found on the first floor of the basement. There are 74 people in total. Please, Chief, settle them down."

"Where is the trouble?"

Skate took the tablet with a smile,

"Saving so many people is considered an achievement for me. If I encounter similar situations in the future, I will trouble you to save as many people as possible, or contact us for help.

"After all, whether I can go back to Irons depends on how well I have done these years. If there is a need, you can come to us."

Ishia glanced up at Skett.

The main task of the Pollution Cleanup Department is to clean up the pollution monsters, not to save people, so many branches do not put saving people first when they act, and it is inevitable that there will be accidental injuries
Skett's ability to say this proves that he knows the way the Pollution Cleanup Department works.

"must."

Ishia nodded, responding to Skett's words.

"Hahaha, when I return to Irons, I will treat you to a big meal,"

Skett put away the tablet with a smile, and walked to the broken glass window, "This seems to be the passageway for the 'visitor' who broke into this 'den', he seems to have jumped directly from here? "

He glanced at the narrow street under the glass, "Is this one of yours? That's cool."

"Our informant."

Ishia nodded.

"He must be a very charming and strong man. If you have the opportunity, you must get to know him."

Skye smiled and turned around.

Isia softly agreed.

The three chatted a few more words, and then said goodbye to each other.

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Skett turned the scene over to the Pollution Cleanup Division and led the FBI down to the ground floor.

But instead of leaving directly from the main entrance, he went around to the back of the building.

Standing here, looking up, you can just see the broken window on the tenth floor.

He walked to the window, glanced at the window, and then lowered his head to look at the inconspicuous footprints on the ground.

"Director, those victims are all arranged,"

Following behind him all the time, the young man in the uniform of the FBI came over and said slowly.

Skett did not answer, but took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth and lit it, and with the hazy smoke rising in the night, he sighed softly, "Take a little out of the fund, give them Serve with some meat, and invite an underground doctor."

The subordinates behind him looked at the director's broad silhouette in the night, he sighed, and said in a low voice, "Director, most of those people are homeless, they don't know how long they can live, and no matter how many we save , the headquarters will not approve more appropriations.”

"It's only one that can save one."

Skett took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it in the night. The dim cigarette butt touched more air with the waves of his fingers, and ignited a faint spark in the night.

After a short period of silence, he turned his head and glanced at the shallow ruts on the road beside him, "Let's go back first after packing up, I haven't finished filling out today's form. Here, send a bunch of wasteful things."

"Yes."

The subordinate nodded, called a car, and took Skat into the car.

Along the way, Skett sat in the back row with a cigarette in her mouth, looking up at the bright moon in the sky with her mutilated body exposed through the gaps in the tall buildings, with deep eyes.

It's not far from the FBI branch building, and the vehicle quickly arrived in front of the building. Just as the subordinate driving in front was about to turn into the building, Skett suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted,
"stop."

The driver slammed on the brakes to stop the car. Skett's body shook violently and almost hit the back of the co-pilot.

But he didn't pay attention, but pointed to an off-road vehicle parked on the street and asked, "Has that car been parked there before?"

"Seems to be?"

The subordinate sitting in the co-pilot glanced at the off-road vehicle, "When I went out to buy coffee in the afternoon, it seemed to be parked there."

Then he paused, hesitating a bit, "But when we drove out for the mission just now, it seemed that there was no such car here."

While he was speaking, Skett had already reached out and opened the car door, walking towards the off-road vehicle.

The windows and doors of the off-road vehicle are tightly closed, and the windows are coated with anti-peep coating, so that the scene inside the window cannot be seen from the outside.

But just when Skett arrived at the door, the door opened automatically with a crisp 'click—', revealing the empty driver's seat inside.

And on the screen of the car in the middle of the car, something seems to be displayed.

Skett glanced inside, walked over directly, and leaned against the car door.

At this moment, he finally saw clearly what was displayed on the car screen.

That's a line of standard font text.

[Would you mind leaving your private number? ]
Below the small words is an input box with a blinking cursor.

"Something."

Skett glanced at the ruts behind the off-road vehicle, got in the car and sat in the driver's seat.

Not long after he sat in, his subordinate finally ran over, stood outside the door and asked, "Director, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Skett stood up from the car, got out of the car, and closed the door directly with her hand.

"This car?"

The subordinate looked at the off-road vehicle with some doubts.

"Let him park this car here."

Skett took off the butt of the cigarette she had finished smoking, dusted off the ash, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

Faint sparks burned at his fingertips.

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"Grandpa! Look, fireworks!"

On the swaying bus, Jiaxi stood up and pointed to the building beside her. At this moment, the streamers all over the surface of the building were creating the special effect of fireworks explosion, "There are fireworks here!"

"Ah."

He Ao glanced at the fireworks outside the window, smiled and reached out to touch his granddaughter's head.

At this moment, the screen of his bracelet slowly lit up, displaying a series of numbers.

"Grandpa, where are we going now?"

Jia Qian withdrew her gaze, sat by the side and looked at He Ao.

"Go get Grandpa's new walking stick."

He Ao said slowly.

"Did that big uncle make Grandpa's new crutch?"

Jia Qian stared at He Ao with wide eyes.

"Well, he sent me a message when we just got on the bus."

Howard nodded slightly.

"Oh~ he's so fast."

Cathy nodded obediently.

At this moment, the bus stopped slowly, stopped at the side of the platform, and the door opened.

A little boy rushed onto the bus, followed by a middle-aged man who was squeezed into the bus and paid with his wristband. He glanced at the little boy running around in the bus and shouted, "Be careful!" , don't run around."

At this time, the little boy was already sitting on a seat in the front row. He quickly patted the empty seat beside him and shouted, "Dad, sit here."

Jia Qian watched this scene, she put away the suitcase next to her, her cheeks down, lying on He Ao's lap,

"Grandpa, I want to sleep for a while."

"Go to sleep."

He Ao raised his hand and gently hugged his granddaughter's back.

The wind of the silent night blows through the old man's gray hair.

Vaguely, He Ao felt as if someone was watching him from behind, he turned his head and looked behind him.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was sitting on the seat behind He Ao, with a cloud-patterned jade ornament around his neck and a schoolbag on his back.

He saw He Ao turned around, stood up slightly, reached out to play with He Ao's hair,

"Dad, you have gray hair."

The cold wind of the silent night blew through the car window, blowing away the boy's figure.

　A little Calvin, a little later.

　
(End of this chapter)