London, the headquarters of the governing bureau, in the empty building, there were many gates falling, and the light of the alarm was still circling and flashing. But in the deadly building, there was no longer any voice.

Only the hallucinatory sound of wind passed through the cracks and pools of blood, turning into a creepy song.

Under the flashing lights, faint afterimages appeared.

It was like a remaining soul, wailing silently, and from the invisible bondage, the struggle in horror gradually dried up, leaving only the marks like ink marks.

On the wall, the hanging rules turned scarlet at some point, and blood-like colors spread on it, quickly tampering with everything that happened.

The iron law that was once gradually distorted and distorted, and turned into an unrecognizable appearance.

At the end, a scarlet pupil suddenly appeared from the surveillance camera, opened it, looked down, staring indifferently at the violator below.

The figure who struggled in a pool of blood and wanted to get up. He reached out to the corner of the corridor.

"Save me, help me-I just want to rescue the information, I, I..."

The unknown middle-aged man moved slowly and slowly, and his body gradually changed as he solidified, and the scarlet crystals penetrated from under the flesh and blood... In the end, his whole body was condensed into a struggle statue.

But before the crystallization covered that face, a bullet broke through the air and penetrated through the skull, killing consciousness and soul to stagnate the scarlet color.

On the remaining statue, only the last face remained. Such pain, but with a liberation smile.

The hot shell fell to the ground and was bouncing from beside the women's leather shoes.

Ms. x finally lowered her head, glanced at the face of the deceased, and sighed silently.

"After saying so many times, do not many departments take it seriously?

As he said that, he didn't look back and exploded the bloody and bloody pupils extending from the surveillance camera.

In the reflection of the glass, the slightly old lady was still wearing office skirts and suits, like office workers everywhere, with only an empty brooch on her chest.

But when the fire outside the window jumped and the thunder passed by, the solemn face changed slightly, as if it was about to fade away the human face and reveal its strange inhuman nature.

Gradually, it complements this strange nest that has turned into a demon cave.

The phantom appeared instantly, and disappeared silently from the glances of those cold and gray eyes.

All you can see from the window is the city that seems to be shrouded in thick smoke and scarlet red. The bright colors seem to fade away in the ravages of the storm.

In the end, only gray and black remained.

Like eternal freezing.

Covered in the endless rain.

She withdrew her gaze and continued to move forward.

Soon, in the building that gradually turned into a maze under alienation, the roars and shouts gradually became clear.

The originally empty corridors and rooms became messy. On the walls, the outline of the human figure could be vaguely distinguished from the peeling white skin everywhere, as if something was crawling out of the gap, like silk threads.

The average gray-black liquid remained on the ground, extending to the end of darkness from the drag of those things.

Like the sound of moans and shouts echoing in the darkness, rising and falling.

"traitor!"

"Return to order, to rule!"

"We will eventually unite with the only one..."

And in the end, all that sounded was gunfire.

Along the way, there were traces of fighting everywhere, and there was also a strange corpse that gradually dissolved like mud. The face was empty, just like parts from the same batch, without any difference.

Gathering from the empty hall and piled up together, it becomes a creepy mountain of corpses.

Click.

A crisp sound.

As the head fell, the last roar disappeared.

Only the top of the corpse mountain is left, the hunched figure slowly straightened

When I looked up, the blood dripping from the white hair fell.

The luxury fabric that used to be judged for a short time was covered with scarlet and darkness, and the tactical vests that I snatched from somewhere were filled with weapons and magazines.

"x? Long time no see.

He tilted his head, spit out the cigarette that was extinguished at the corner of his mouth, and smiled: "Have you come back to work overtime?"

In the brief silence, Ms. X narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the old face, as if she was discerning: "Russell?"

"Yes." Russell nodded.

Ms. x pulled the trigger without thinking.

It was not that he was sure of the other party's skills and identity. The smile that had never been unpleasant was impossible to fake. He did not aim at the monster that pounced on him because there was no such thing at all.

All the enemies who died under his hands were dead and could no longer be penetrated.

In just a moment, x's muzzle locked his face, and the deadly triangle area, bullets flew past, and finally nailed into the wall.

Russell's ears.

It was like a premonition of the uncertainty, he turned his head.

Then, he raised his hands and smiled sincerely as if he surrendered: "I am wrong in New Mexico. I apologize, don't be angry.

"You deserve it."

Ms. x put down her muzzle expressionlessly and focused on changing the magazine.

It seems like I am always ready to make a few more transparent holes on this old turtle.

"After that, what is this singing? Is the internal team building of the governing bureau? It's really unique.

Russell spread his hands and simply sat on the top of the mountain of corpses, laughing jokingly: But even if I have never done anything, I wouldn't have someone blown me with the Rainbow Bridge, right?"

He thought for a moment and added: "Six times."

Ms. x did not answer and raised her hand and threw a heavy thing over. Unfortunately, it was not a grenade.

It's a mobile phone.

"You have a phone call," she said.

Russell lowered his eyes and glanced at the lit screen, as well as the unknown number on the phone.

"Pilot?"

He tilted his head, clamped the phone, pulled out the few cigarettes from the cigarette box, lit them, and breathed out clearly: "You mummies, you never make an appointment for anything you do, right?"

"Well, I'm very happy to see you, Russell."

During the chaos operation, the voice of William, the former fourth director of the governing bureau, sounded.

"Ha, look, who said the Prussians don't know humor?" Russell grinned, not wasting his time. "What's the situation? Tell me?"

"The worst expected result has come."

William said: "Ten minutes ago, the pilot was verified through the Silent Monument - the flute player gave up everything and surrendered to the governing authority.

At the cost of his complete destruction and destruction, he implanted all the disasters accumulated in his soul into the governing bureau through the reserved back door."

"Let me guess." Russell rubbed the stubble on his chin and suddenly asked, "The worst situation you are talking about shouldn't mean this, right?"

William's voice could not hear the joy and anger, and he said straightforwardly: "The existence of the governing bureau has been confirmed and determined by the Sea of ​​Silver, and has the potential to destroy the present realm - it has become an element of destruction, just like the ideal country in the past."

This is the consequence of the war.

To be precise, it is the [reward] brought by victory.

Under Yegor's skills, the governing bureau suppressed the contradictions of the five major genealogies and truly unified the present situation. Even such a state is destined not to last long.

When the shadow brought by the flute player dissipates, the victory of the battles in all realms is in sight. The governing situation at this moment is undoubtedly the axis of the entire present situation.

Even if its importance fades after the war is over, its influence will only rise further.

Just as Yegor made a guarantee.

In him

Under the leadership of the government, the governing bureau truly stepped out of the shadow of the ideal country and became a behemoth that represents the astronomical society itself.

At the same time, it also goes further and puts the entire present situation under the jurisdiction of order.

For the Sea of ​​Silver, the power to control the world is enough to be the reason for destroying the world...

This is [Element of Destruction·Organization Bureau]!

When the distortion and chaos represented by the flute player are implanted into the order of the governing bureau--

The combination of the elements of destruction has begun!

"According to the pilot's forward-looking operations, if the situation changes, all employees of the governing bureau will suffer from solidification and erosion.

All orders of the laws governing the bureau will usher in complete distortion and distortion, and will be implanted into the souls of all mankind through the sea of ​​silver.

By then, everyone will be integrated into one after being distorted."
To be continued...