Calamity Game: Cleanup Man?no i'm the villain

Yan Feichen's prayer movements seemed very blunt to Yilier, but according to his current state, being able to make such movements was already very good.

In their view, this is what believers who still have faith and fear of the Lord should do.

"Is he really able to command those 'contaminated' as you say?"

Eliel wouldn't fully believe it without seeing it with his own eyes.

"If Lord Saint is worried, you can go to the entrance of the secret passage to have a look..." the intelligence officer said firmly.

Having seen that scene more than once, he naturally believed in it.

It was also because of this that the intelligence agent didn't let the court team cleanse all the infected people there.

Yilier really wanted to verify whether Yan Feichen, who was still bowing his head in prayer, could really control those 'polluted'.

It's just that the most important thing right now is to keep an eye on the layout on the city wall.

Eliel knew whether the influence of the infected people inside was serious, or the horned demons outside were more threatening.

Of course, if the reinforcement of the city wall was omitted, he could indeed hand over the subpoena to the intelligence agent in front of him, and take Yan Feichen himself to verify the authenticity of the matter.

"Take care of him, just stay here and don't move around, I will come back later."

After Yilier finished speaking, he turned and moved towards the top of the city wall.

Seeing Yilier's leaving figure, the intelligence agent's joy from Yan Feichen disappeared in an instant.

Obviously, he could see that the threat posed by the horned demon outside the city was far more serious than the polluted water source inside the city.

From the corner of Yan Feichen's eyes, he watched the other person's leaving back. To be honest, he was a little stressed.

It wasn't that Yan Feichen was timid in the face of the strong. At that time, he faced the King of Scavengers, and he was completely fearless when he was involved in the battle between Anub'arak and the Ninth Saint, let alone now.

The source of his pressure comes from Nevin Moore.

At this moment, the 'Shadow Attached' status on his panel has disappeared, just when the saint appeared in front of him and cast his gaze on him.

It was at that moment that Nevin Moore chose to run away.

This is also the reason why Yan Feichen suddenly started to pray at that time.

No way, he had to divert the attention of the saints, otherwise Nevin Moore had a certain probability of being discovered.

Although the saint may not necessarily associate his appearance with himself, this possibility always exists.

"Neven Moore, you also have something to be afraid of..."

Nevin Moore would choose to run away, which means that the saints just now have a high probability of being able to find him hiding in the shadows.

Yan Feichen guessed that there should be a certain range, and at the same time, it would take a certain amount of time, otherwise the saint should be able to discover the existence of Nevin Moore in the first place and kill him instantly.

The influence caused by the infected is nothing compared to a Nevin Moore. As long as he can kill the opponent in his own home field, the saint will never care about his own life or death.

This also shows that Nevin Moore's strength is not as good as this saint.

"Fortunately, the choice changed the plan..."

Yan Feichen's original plan was not to pretend to be a sane infected person, but to hide quietly in the Sun Fortress, relying on the infected person to keep harassing the interior and pollute other water sources.

Now it seems that it is a good thing that he did not do so, otherwise the saint would take the time and spend a little time enough to wipe out all the infected people he created.

This kind of combat strength above the third level can no longer be piled up with the cannon fodder of the first level.

Right now, with this intelligence agent as a guarantee, Yan Feichen will be safe for a short time, and he has already heard the other party's thoughts from the conversation between the two just now.

The intelligence officer obviously wanted Yan Feichen to control the infected to go out and harass the Horned Demon, just like Zarrick had Rhodes to bring people back to disgust them before.

Will Yan Feichen refuse such a request?Obviously not.

The horned demons are very familiar with the infected. When they see the infected being thrown into the battlefield from the inside of the Sunlun Fortress, they will definitely be surprised for the first time, and then they will realize what a huge advantage this is.

Using these infected people, Yan Feichen was able to pass back the detailed layout inside the Sunlun Fortress.

Although he already has a layout plan in his hand, it was produced at least six months ago, and there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents during this period.

Thinking of this, Yan Feichen stopped what he was doing, and stretched out his hand tremblingly to grab the intelligence officer's waist.

Next, he had to convince the saints and the intelligence agents in front of him that he was the miracle that they said the Lord had performed.

"Ok?"

Yan Feichen's actions naturally attracted the intelligence agent's attention, and he tensed his body and did not move rashly.

The previous few performances have shown that Yan Feichen will not take the initiative to attack, and there must be some reason for him to suddenly extend his hand.

So, under the watchful eye of the intelligence officer, Yan Feichen's hand touched something on his waist - 'Morning Dew'.

This is not a bottle of 'Morning Dew' with a low concentration. Its capacity is only half the size of a kiwi fruit, and there are some patterns on it. The purpose of hanging it around may be more for decoration.

Under the incomprehensible eyes of the intelligence officer, Yan Feichen brought the bottle of 'Morning Dew' to his mouth, opened his mouth as wide as possible, then pulled the cork and swallowed the bottle.

With the movement of swallowing, the intelligence officer in front of him was already dumbfounded.

He hastily stepped forward and grabbed Yan Feichen's body, shaking it constantly, trying to make him spit out the small bottle of 'Morning Dew'.

This thing is not an ornament, it is his token, and the pattern on it has the effect of an identification code.

And now it was swallowed by Yan Feichen.

It's no less than someone suddenly shot and swallowed your ID card.

It's a pity that no matter how shaken this intelligence agent is, it's useless, it's already lying in Yan Feichen's 'storage space'.

As for why Yan Feichen didn't choose to drink the 'Morning Dew' inside, but chose to swallow it together with the bottle, it was entirely to express that his intelligence was not high at the moment, only instinct.

"Spit it out! Spit it out!" the intelligence officer shouted anxiously at Yan Feichen.

While shaking violently like this, the intelligence agent vaguely heard something.

And the source of the voice was Yan Feichen in front of him.

"Thanks, Lord, for the gift of..."

"Thank you, the gift of the Lord..."

"Thank you Lord for the gift..."

Yan Feichen kept repeating this sentence, intermittently at the beginning, and became more and more fluent at the end.

And his eyes became more and more agile in the intelligence officer's eyes.

"Could it be..." The intelligence agent had a guess, so he didn't care about the thing that symbolized his token being swallowed by Yan Feichen, but started to grope all over his body, trying to find other "dew of the morning light" thing.

It's a pity that as an intelligence officer, he wouldn't carry this kind of thing with him, and the part of the 'Morning Dew' saved in the token is all he has.

And what made the intelligence officer feel tangled was that he couldn't take Yan Feichen to the warehouse and pour him the 'Morning Dew'.

He remembered the saint's order before he left clearly. He had to bring Yan Feichen here and wait until the saint came back, and he must not move a bit.

This place happened to be relatively close to the saint's residence, and ordinary members were not qualified to approach it at all. It would depend on luck for him to find someone to help bring a bottle.

Facing Yan Feichen who only had one sentence in his mouth at the moment, the intelligence officer can be said to be dumbfounded.