Traffic in the city has gradually begun to recover, but the blockade of the theater has not yet been lifted. Now the police are conducting risk inspections, evidence collection, and site cleanup of the theater again.

These follow-up actions will naturally be left to the second-line personnel to handle, while others like the Storm Squad and Riot Control Team have already received orders and begun to evacuate.

The corpses of the gangsters were first packed in bags, and then carried out one by one, and finally put on a special transport vehicle. The commander just ordered a newly delivered corpse...I heard it was a wanted criminal?

But isn’t he already dead? The conductor shook his head and watched the people who continued to move the body enter the theater. He leaned against the front of the car and started smoking and chatting with his colleagues.

It was precisely because of the captain's negligence at this time that he failed to notice that in the dark night, a black shadow quietly sneaked into the carriage full of corpses.

In the darkness, it was difficult to see the person's appearance, but it seemed that there was no hindrance to the black shadow's movement in the carriage.

The sound of a zipper being opened.

When the bag was opened, what appeared was a shriveled corpse. The corpse was also covered with blue liquid or blood.

This is obviously Roger's body.

I saw this black shadow taking out two things from his arms: one was a strange spray and a small syringe filled with silver liquid.

It sprayed the spray on Roger's body, and instantly, the blue blood returned to dark red.

Then, it inserted the syringe from Roger's heart until the silver liquid was completely injected, and then pressed its palm on Roger's chest.

In the darkness, this palm shone slightly. At this moment, Roger's body bounced suddenly as if he had received a strong electric shock.

After a few times, it took back its hand.

Roger's body looked very scary when it was delivered. The body was completely shriveled, and the blood vessels appeared one by one and turned blue. It looked extremely weird. But after several operations, all of this disappeared.

Although the body was still in a shriveled state, nothing of value could be found... The body was not destroyed, but the traces were eliminated.

"The cleanup mission is completed, the key search failed, the soul collection mission failed, the target's soul is gone, and it is presumed to have disintegrated."

I thought of its voice in the darkness, and it felt surprisingly childish.

Another voice slowly sounded in its ears, "Disintegrate? Roger's soul should be a demon spirit and will not disintegrate easily... Could it be that Paradise Island's assessment was wrong? The key is missing.

?This is a bit troublesome, but only the key is not used. After all, the starter is in our hands... Forget it, you evacuate immediately and wait for the next mission. How many people like Roger do we still have in this country?

indivual."

"yes……"

It knows that according to Paradise Island, the souls in the world are roughly divided into two types: the real Holy Spirit and the false false spirits.

Among the real Holy Spirit, due to the fall into darkness, it will degenerate into a demon spirit, but it will still evolve from the Holy Spirit. Where it was born, Paradise Island has an institution that specializes in evaluation.

Of course, this organization's assessment may not be 100% accurate. The past success rate was about 67.8%, so it is not surprising that the assessment is wrong.

It has no feeling that Roger is not a demon. Even because of this, it feels a little more relaxed because the recovery and preservation of demons or holy spirits requires great care and a lot of effort.

It is naturally best to leave easily now.

"Special Affairs Team, No. 03, evacuate..." it whispered again.

It immediately disappeared into the darkness, as if it had never been there... Then, a new body was carried over again, and the commander was busy starting to 'load things' again.

…

…

"Mr. Billy was shot and fell unconscious?"

Outside the theater, Dr. French, who was waiting here, suddenly changed his expression after hearing the news. Mr. Billy's bodyguard told him this matter personally, so there was nothing wrong with it.

"Doctor, Mr. Billy has been sent to the hospital's operating room as soon as possible to start the operation. I'll have someone take you home." The bodyguard seemed a little indifferent to Frankie Boss's attitude.

In fact, he himself was injured. At this time, he did not treat him immediately. Instead, he made arrangements for Dr. French, which was an act of kindness and justice.

"Then...then when will he wake up?" Dr. French looked around and lowered his voice: "This time we are negotiating with Leiden Company..."

"Doctor!" The bodyguard's voice suddenly sank at this time, as if he was angry, but he suppressed it, "I understand your persistence in satellite launch, but please understand Mr. Billy's current situation! This matter,

Let’s wait until Mr. Billy wakes up! In addition, the guests from Leiden Company seem to have left. I’m afraid they have some opinions on this negotiation. There may be some deviations in the conditions we negotiated before... If the other party

If the conditions are changed or the price is too high... Doctor, you'd better be mentally prepared, after all, we also have limited resources here!"

"I...I understand. Then can I go to the hospital and wait until Mr. Billy wakes up?"

"No need, I'll have someone take you home! In addition, I also need treatment, doctor. Goodbye."

Dr. French sighed, and when he saw the bodyguard leaving, he had no choice but to follow the other driver who had just arrived.

"Doctor, do you want to go home?" This driver obviously wasn't picking up Dr. French for the first time. His tone was quite relaxed at this time and he asked with a smile.

Dr. French shook his head and said in deep thought: "No, just send me back to the university's laboratory. There are a few sets of data I want to see."

The driver complimented: "Doctor, you are such a great person!"

Dr. French remained silent and simply closed his eyes. The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to see endless fire, and everything was destroyed in an instant.

Dejected, he knelt down alone at the scene of the explosion, everything turned into nothingness...

…

In the command vehicle outside the street, an old man was greeted at this time.

He is none other than the Senate President of the entire country, Prewett.

The Minister of Security seemed a little cautious at this time... This old man held too much power, and the family behind him also had a terrifying influence on the country.

People like him, who have worked hard all the way, have the capital to resist, but they still need to cherish their feathers...

"President of the Senate, we let Roger hijack the theater this time. We really did not do enough intelligence work, which shocked you... After I go back, I will reorganize the department and clean up all those indolent guys!" Security

The minister knows that what he wants to say now is of little use, but at least it can show his attitude of admitting his mistake.

"Where are the president and the others?" Prewitt asked calmly as he sat with support.

"After the hostage situation was resolved, Mr. President and everyone in the cabinet went back as soon as possible." The security minister said quickly: "After all, it is not very safe outside, and we don't know if there are any remnants of the gangsters."

"Did he go back, or did he not come out at all?" Prewitt asked abruptly.

The Minister of Security said nothing, and after holding it for a while, he said: "Senator, you see you are also injured, how about I arrange for someone to send you for examination right away?"

Perwit snorted coldly: "No need, I have already arranged for a family doctor. I came here this time because there are some things I want to talk to you about."

The security minister understood and quickly asked the other personnel in the command vehicle to leave. Only he and Senate President Prewitt were left, and then he said seriously: "You say it."

Prewett held out two fingers and said, "Two things. The first thing is that Jose is dead and the position of Rio Police Chief is vacant. I have several recommended candidates. You can evaluate them and see which one.

suitable."

The security minister's expression was slightly ugly. In fact, before the old man arrived, several other big bosses had already conveyed similar meanings to him.

"Is there a problem? Or do you have your own candidate? If you already have one, I won't recommend it." Perwit gave the security minister a kind look.

"No, no." The security minister said quickly: "The person you can recommend to the Senate President must be a rare talent. I will consider it carefully... So, what is the second thing?"

Prewett narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard that four extremely serious criminals were released this time. One of them is named Moria, right?"

"He is dead."

But Prewitt said: "Why do we keep people like this who will bring great harm to society? It's just a sentence, which has no meaning to these people! So, it's better to die."

"You're right." The security minister nodded, but he had no objection to what Prewett said.

"However, it is such a pity that only one person died." Perwit sighed, shook his head and said: "If a few other guys also died in this fight, then for us,

It’s actually a good thing.”

I heard that when the Senate President was rescued, he was in the same room with Crocodile. He seemed to have been beaten. It seemed that it was for revenge... The security minister thought about it in his mind and quickly made a decision.

He suddenly patted his head and said, "Oh, how could I forget this? I heard that Crocodile was also seriously injured, and I'm afraid he can't be saved!"

"Oh? Really?" Perwitt smiled, then stood up holding his knees, "Oh, I fell down today, I don't know where I fell. I have to go back and take a closer look.

"

"You walk slowly..."

"By the way, can Crocodile be the only one who can't be saved?" Perwit suddenly turned around and asked before getting out of the car.

The security minister gritted his teeth and said: "It seems that Bucky is the same. As for Doflamingo... In fact, it was him who acted as an internal agent this time, and we were able to successfully complete the rescue work."

Prewitt glanced at the Minister of Security meaningfully, then nodded and said calmly: "I'm an old man... I hope the Congress can go to work normally next Monday."

"You walk slowly..."

It was not until Prewett left that the security minister breathed a sigh of relief... finally sending the giant Buddha away.

He shook his head, called the secretary who was waiting outside, and whispered: "Krokdal, Bucky... deal with it."

The secretary nodded quickly, "Understood!"

…

Sending the prisoners here and sending them back are two completely different formations. After all, the crisis has been resolved.

Despite this, the prison van transported was relatively tight, and there were police cars at the front and rear for defense, but it was naturally incomparable to the initial delivery by armed helicopter.

However, the military will naturally not transfer them casually. There are many factors involved, so I will not go into details.

Inside the prison van.
To be continued...