Nightmare Corrosion

Buzz.

The elevator made a faint noise and slowly opened, revealing several figures inside.

"go out!"

The sound of urging sounded, and two heavily armed officers roughly pulled Pross and others out with a bad attitude. A young man was still shouting loudly: "I was forced, I want to see Elder Downton!"

Bang!

The butt of a gun hit his waist, causing him to stumble. His face was full of grief and anger, and he immediately did not dare to say anything more. He was led away, and the three figures near the door gradually withdrew their gaze.

"Is this the traitor who betrayed the cult? I didn't expect him to have such courage."

A female voice with a slightly hoarse voice and an exotic accent sounded, and then a tall beauty with big golden waves approached the elevator entrance, followed by two tower-like figures behind her.

"That's an idiot. The one at the front, with his whole body covered in blood and red, is the real traitor!"

A staff member in the elevator sneered and pointed at Pross at the front: "I don't know what's going on with this guy. He actually thought about betraying the Order, but they put the Corruptor in there. Bang!"

The staff shrugged their shoulders and simulated an explosion.

"It just got out of control inside. Now most of the institute has lost contact. I don't know how much effort it will take to clean it up. It's really fucking."

Then there was a series of curses and swear words. The big-wave woman frowned, turned her eyes away and dug her ears. After enduring it for several minutes, a voice finally came from the staff communicator.

"The entrance has been cleared, you can come down!"

"I've been waiting for your words for a long time!"

The woman replied impatiently, and someone behind her handed her a black helmet. She put it directly on her head, adjusted it a few times, and gave a thumbs up!

"The action begins!"

Bang!

The three of them stepped into the elevator together. Except for her, the two people behind her were all sturdy men. They were wearing a set of black tights that highlighted their large muscles. They were holding weapons respectively, and their faces were covered by helmets. Covered, the specific face cannot be seen clearly.

Close, drop, open.

The elevator stopped steadily at the entrance of the research institute. The three of them walked out quickly and saw some armed personnel wearing protective suits on guard. The ground had been cleaned, and large blood stains could still be seen.

"Your mission is to rush all the way to District 11 to find out the specific situation. If it can be solved, solve it. If it can't be solved, come back with the information. Be careful!"

A man in black uniform came forward and said to the three of them: "Within the range of the blood mist, the communication between us will be disconnected, so we cannot provide you with support. You can only rely on yourself!"

"No other specific information?"

The woman's voice came out from the helmet, somewhat dull and dignified.

"Before this, we have sent three teams in and added all the protective measures we can think of, but so far, no survivor has been able to come back. If you need information, then I can only tell you, It’s very dangerous inside!”

"Also, two intruders have entered the area shrouded in blood mist. You must be careful of their attacks!"

"I knew there would be nothing good in interrupting my vacation in such a hurry!"

The woman replied angrily and strode towards the inside of the research institute.

"Wait for good news from us, or news of death!"

Two strong men followed closely behind.

The three of them quickly disappeared into the corridor at the corner. The man who stayed at the entrance pressed his communicator and said respectfully: "Elder, Suna's team has entered, what should we do next?"

"Be alert and wait for orders!"

An old voice came from it.

"yes!"

Turning off the communicator and putting it down, the old man put his arm lightly on the table and looked around: "Everyone, I have sent my elite team in and sacrificed several combat teams for this, but the situation is still not optimistic."

"Downton, you are responsible for this matter, and it should be handled by you. I just want to know why our research institute was suddenly invaded. The intruders even penetrated into District 11. Are our security weapons made of paper? ?”

An old man with slicked-back hair and a gloomy face knocked on the table and asked sharply.

"Yax, this invasion is no better than before. It's not that our security is too weak, but that the enemy is too strong."

Downton raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, scanning the surroundings with his peripheral vision. He knew that the elders who had gathered after hearing the news were naturally heartbroken and angry, but most of them were gloating about his misfortune and even prepared to add insult to injury.

The Spiritual Religion Group is not a monolith, but is formed by countless financial groups and family groups gathered together. Every council member and elder has countless pairs of eyes staring at them, looking for his weaknesses and mistakes, preparing to pull him down, secretly Competition is everywhere.

The destruction of the research institute this time caused losses that even the Spiritual Religion Group felt were crippling. It also plunged him into a huge crisis. If he was not careful, he might be besieged by a group and end in despair.

This is something that Elder Downton absolutely cannot accept.

"Everyone, it is no longer realistic to deal with the intruders with our strength alone, so I am fully prepared!"

Downton stood up from his chair, his eyes determined.

"I have sent people from the Tritheist Sect to request assistance, and they readily agreed. Reinforcements are already on the way!"

"You are crazy, go and contaminate the Three Gods Religion!"

The old man named Yax immediately jumped up from his chair, pointed at Downton and shouted sternly: "Everyone, I propose to deprive him of his eldership immediately, he will bring the entire order into the abyss! "

"Red Gloves explicitly prohibits us from contacting the Three Gods. I agree with Yax's proposal."

An elder spoke.

"But our research has made little progress after so many years. I don't have much time left. Contacting the Three Gods Sect may not be an option."

An old man with layers of wrinkles and spots on his face had a different view.

"Red Gloves is just a dog raised by the Federation. Our entire cult is putting pressure on the Federation, but they still dare to attack us. I have had enough of those threats and bans. We can't do this or that, so we will Just wait for death!"

This was a grumpy elder who slapped the table and stood up: "I agree to contact the Three Gods Religion. As long as we are united, if the Federation dares to touch us, we will have to pay the price of twenty years of economic regression. They dare not! "

To Yax's expectation, with the showdown at Downton, the invasion of the institute seemed to have become a trivial matter. Most of the elders actually agreed to contact the Trinitarian Cult, although Yax was also very moved. , but what he thought more about was taking this opportunity to bring down Downton.

We must not let him succeed!

The conflict between Yax and Downton has been going on for a long time. He was about to persuade the other elders with words when suddenly the door behind him was banged open. A large number of security personnel deployed by the cult were forced to retreat by a few people. They didn't dare to Take action.

"Downton Decott, the consortium and company under your name are suspected of thirty-two charges of tax evasion, smuggling, profiteering through unfair competition, and bribery of federal government personnel. This is an arrest warrant issued by the Federal Supreme Court. Trouble Take a trip with us!”

There were only two people coming, wearing gray and black windbreakers. They did not look like federal workers, but the federal logo on the chest and the dark red leather gloves on their hands made everyone who knew the inside story shudder.

"Red gloves!??"

Downton was stunned, looking at the arrest warrant stamped with the red seal of the Federal Supreme Court, his mind went blank for a moment.

"You're under arrest!"

The man holding the arrest warrant had an expressionless face and glanced at the people around him: "Everyone, Sir Dark Crow asked me to bring you a message!"

"Whoever steps on the line will die!"

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