Sorry, because the author himself is stupid, the update order is incorrect, and the editor cannot modify it for the time being, so I can only correct it first.

I am really sorry for the reasons that this chapter is misaligned and other reasons.

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There are still five minutes left before 6:00 pm.

In the commander's room, Ai Qing leaned silently on the chair that originally belonged to Rudolph, staring at the huge screen hanging on the wall.

"This is a good place..."

The boy, known as Mr. Fan, was pacing in the amazingly wide room and looking around.

After the slowly unfolded face, countless fine pieces of steel emerged and put together with the rotation of the pivot. After covering the face of the boy, a strange shot like a night vision device was formed, looking around.

Under the turquoise light, the walls also become transparent, revealing the complex structure hidden behind them.

"So, I'll be ready to access it next."

He turned around and looked at Ai Qing: "It will be up to you later."

"Yeah, I'm working."

Ai Qing nodded.

Then, Mr. Fan fell to the sky.

The young man's body was fragmented in the air, and the completely unreasonable mechanical facilities unfolded layer by layer after the cracks in the body. Snake-like cables extended out, swaying on their own, tearing the expensive floors and wall decorations, and forcibly connected to the control center.

Combine him and the asterisks into one.

At this moment, a majestic source material emerged from the soul, and his will was carrying it instantly flowing through the entire huge group of asterisks.

The countless cables, machinery and equipment that were originally preset are now in control of the Holy Scars of Yanshi, regardless of model, age and format.

If you rely solely on the Shenji Gongshu, you will definitely not be able to accomplish such a miracle.

But long before that, his other limbs had been scattered in various key parts of the asterisk by Yamartin Edward, who called himself a driver.

With the start signal from the switchboard, a total of sixteen invasion serial models emitted the heat of the furnace, which assisted his will and transformed the current asterisks into Yanshi's limbs inch.

"A little...a little...extreme..."

In the driver's room, the Shenji Gongtu, covered with steel, made an old sound. Soon, as the personality simulation module was offline, it turned into a pure mechanical sound.

After countless snowflakes flashed by the screen that occupied an entire wall, surveillance cameras of all sizes quickly appeared.

"The initial coverage of the asterisks is completed."

"The entire area detection begins and the database is loaded."

"The mobile command center has been expanded."

Soon, countless images from surveillance were quickly corrected, filtered, flattened and removed, and a miniature version of the asterisk model was displayed on it.

All the secret passages, institutions, rooms, and even circuits, water sources and air filters, and other equipment of all sizes were taken over by Yanshi and turned into his eyes and ears.

Listen, watch, and distinguish.

All the members of the Good Night Club filtered out in the intelligence database are marked in the projection of the map.

A total of 126 major suspects.

Finally, the mechanical voice calmly reported: "The screening is completed."

Ai Qing nodded: "Has the spiritual probe mirror been loaded?"

“Available at any time.”

"Then load it into the 'Source Quality Inspection Working Group' and analyze it according to the data of Fu Meng." Ai Qing said: "Let me see the infection situation in the car."

As soon as the words were finished, a shocking blood-red spread out from the virtual map, covering almost half of the asterisks.

The exaggerated data caused the support analysis team at the rear to almost breathe in.

At least one-third of the passengers were infected by the decay dream!

Those people from the Good Night Club definitely spent a lot of money on this action, and actually prepared so many nightmares in advance - I believe that before getting on the bus, there were already thousands of passengers who were infected and unaware of it.

Through explosive infection, the number of infected people was expanded by eight or nine times overnight... I am afraid that after waiting for another night, there will be no healthy people in the car.

At this moment, there are red alarms representing the infection of the corruption dream everywhere, throwing away those early infections that may still be recovered. The key parts and departments of the train are almost everywhere with shocking dark reds.

That was the terminally infected person who had been eroded by the decayed dream and turned into a walking corpse.

The new personality formed in the decay dream is hidden behind the subjective consciousness. With just a bell from the sacrifice, the host's final original consciousness can be torn apart, and the substitution and devour.

Ai Qing rubbed her eyebrows, picked up the phone and connected to the temporary command office behind: "Can the decision-making room send me a 'red book'?"

"Stop kidding, Ms. Ai."

The docking liaison officer sighed helplessly: "At this year's joint meeting, Wu Chang just limited the number of issuances of documents and cleaned up... Only one issuance in Asia this year. If you sign it directly now, the decision-making room will definitely blow up."

In the present and many borders, the Astronomical Society has many huge powers, and among all these powers, the most eye-catching thing is the "cleaning document" that can be directly issued as long as it is proved that there is a threat to the present situation.

A notice that will erase a person from this world.

A murder license recognized by the entire country and has legal legitimacy.

As long as the seal is put on, the life of the registered reporter is equivalent to entering the countdown.

However, even the cleaning documents representing death are not treated equally, and there are also internal hierarchies and weights.

Although they have a difficult and difficult to remember official name, they can also be divided simply and roughly through envelopes containing documents.

Black, yellow, red, white.

The most common black letters can be issued by the inspector after reporting to the branch and obtaining permission. They are issued for individual subliminators, and are sealed with black documents like obituaries. They can be shot and killed directly in action without trial and sentencing.

The issuance of yellow pages requires careful consideration by the branch and submit it to the decision-making office of the governing bureau to avoid serious consequences.

It targets a whole organization and a huge family.

Just like the dense numbers on every page in the phone book, once they are torn off, everything recorded on it will be erased and disappeared from the world.

The cleaning documents at the red level are no longer something that can be written on a piece of paper.

The impact of this thickness is enough to bind into a book, and the report that requires the sub-level agency to submit an application and approved by the central decision-making office and the local five regular officials to issue is too huge.

A city, a whole genealogy, or a whole border...

The moment the central decision-making room stamped, the fate of destruction became doomed.

As for the more advanced white papers... they have been submitted once in the past century and have not been approved yet. Each white paper has at least thirty corrections to the present situation.

If you don't pay attention, the whole world will be completely changed.

Ai Qing naturally didn't expect that she could send herself a red-skin booklet to clean up, but she once again emphasized the difficulty of the task and left a record in the command center, which was considered as having an insurance in advance.

Otherwise, what risks and consequences will be there when these guys from the Good Night Club are preparing to break the verge of death.

After getting another batch of support indicators issued by the command center, she simply hung up the phone and picked up the landline that had already borrowed from the command channel on the table.

She said, "The action begins."

It was exactly six o'clock in the afternoon. Huai Shi led his subordinates to push the door out, and the corridor under his feet opened to both sides in an instant, and a transportation track rose from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, they quickly sank.

As if I was riding an elevator, I could see countless cars starting to move rapidly in the darkness, sparks flew over the guide rails, and they were pulled by Yanshi's power and ran rapidly.

In just half a minute, I quietly arrived at the lower level of the group star. The second-class area is naturally the place with the largest number of passengers in the group star.

There is no separate room, but a suite shared by ten people. Although the bedroom and washing are separated, the location is still narrow. You can hear the vague noise and running sounds outside the room through the floor above your head.

But soon, the vague noise quickly disappeared and disappeared.

【The operation area is quarantined.】

[No. J897, nine passengers, have been identified as members of the Liangxiao Club.]

【Shooting permit is issued.】

With the message Yanshi sent to his mobile phone, a crisp sound rang out, and all the guns in the hands of the members of the cast iron legion opened the insurance.

When Huai Shi raised her phone and aimed at the floor above her head, she could see the image simulated by Yanshi's server through the floor.

Several figures gathered around and knelt on the ground to pray.

It was as if I was reciting some classics, and the fanatical sounds overlapped and spread around, making me drowsy and fell into a decayed dream little by little.

"Sir, please give an order." Crystal 1-1 asked for instructions.

Huai Shi hadn't reacted yet, and she didn't know why she seemed more professional when she became a commander for the first time.

While waiting, someone seemed to notice that the sound outside disappeared, and found something wrong, and walked towards the door, and then found that the door handle could not be twisted.

He was stunned for a moment and turned around and wanted to shout.

"Do it." Huai Shi lowered her voice, not caring about being professional or not, and directly drew her sword to prepare for the storm.
To be continued...