The person in charge of the transfer station shrank subconsciously, fearing that the chain saw would suddenly burst out and slash him, putting him in that strange state where he didn't even know he was dead.
"very good."
"I finally feel relieved."
Chainsaw breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that he had a purpose.
The person in charge didn't quite understand. Could it be that Chainsaw's persecution paranoia had reached an extreme level? If no one wanted to kill him, he would feel very uneasy.
Just as he suspected, the chain saw must keep everything under its control, even if there is a slight problem. If everything goes smoothly, then there must be something wrong internally, and someone is covering their ears.
Or there was a rebellion.
After careful consideration, Chainsaw decided to deal with the most serious problem at present. The killer from the Thirty Destruction Zone was nothing to worry about. There were many people who wanted his life in this wasteland. Since he would come to him and then kill him.
If you drop it, you don't need to worry about it anymore.
As for some major cities that are still resisting, don't be too anxious. It's better to deal with those group of weirdos first.
He knows it well.
It is these guys who dominate Doomsday. Although most of them are just ordinary people, what kind of discipline and execution ability can make them more brutal than SCT and the Countermeasures Bureau?
Now that the once largest forces have gone dormant, they themselves have become the target of public criticism. It would be a good idea to stop expansion first, stabilize the internal situation, and make some technical adjustments.
He immediately conveyed the order, and also arranged for his most trusted people in the Salvation Army to go to the missing research institute to investigate and deal with the aftermath. As for himself, he was going to meet those weird people who were like a swarm of insects.
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The cold and eerie abandoned nuclear power plant has no fences or protective measures. Only the occasional sound of steel sewing produced by machine tools can be heard inside.
The Countermeasures Bureau and SCT once had a frontline confrontation, but it was also a proxy war in form. Both sides wanted to subtly change the entire world, while the other wanted everyone to live in a woven security situation, so the battle broke out in a bitter cold place.
The top officer of the Third Section of the Countermeasures Bureau, the biggest reason why he was defeated was because of the people in this building.
sct is second in the combat catalog.
He is also the legion commander responsible for commanding the real core members of the SCT headquarters.
"You brought good things here."
"Don't worry, I will transfer them to Turin."
The legion commander's voice seemed to have had his throat cut open, with a monster hoarseness that was not human. He wore a black medieval executioner's hood on his head, which also looked like the linen hood worn by a beheaded prisoner.
, it’s just that the black cotton and linen poked holes in two people, and they didn’t want others to see their faces.
He was nearly two meters tall and dressed very strangely. He didn't have any shirt on his upper body, so he put on a black suit ruggedly. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong and strong arms. The clothes were unbuttoned and completely opened, revealing his outline.
The clear muscle lines are like a strong leopard, tattooed with weird star symbols like astrology.
The bottoms he wears are quite normal, black and gray vertical striped trousers, an exaggerated metal belt buckle, and then, weird sneakers.
All the combinations are very inconsistent and rough.
Arnold did not feel at home. He sat opposite the commander of the legion. Since it would be too far for him to return, he handed it over to him and asked him to find someone to take these people back to Turin for him.
The SCT headquarters is apparently located in a mining company, and it is also where the top cadres hold summit meetings, but this is only on the surface.
Only the most core secret personnel of SCT, the top three in the combat directory, and some other people know that the real base camp is a place called Turin.
The place where Arnold and the SCT Minister of Foreign Affairs talked before was not Turin, but the former company property. However, now that the Department of Foreign Affairs has not much use in the outside world, the Minister of Foreign Affairs should also be on his way back to Turin.
Arnold's treatment of his prisoners was extremely gentle, because they were all important personnel, Opal, Eugene, and Hoshino Manatsu, all of whom would play a vital role.
Both women, Eugene and Hoshino Manatsu, were injected with an excessive amount of anesthetic, leaving their consciousness in a coma.
As for Opal.
It was beaten into mincemeat by Arnold with a revolver and placed in a metal box used to store forbidden objects. The texture was the same as the outer packaging of the forbidden object that was handed over to Ash in Los Angeles.
Because Opal had already been affected by the initial impact when he was in the South Pacific. He is a higher level of life than the infected, and is a completely immortal creature. Even if he is stored in a palm-sized box, it does not matter.
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The legion commander played with the square metal box, tossing the opals around in the air like apples.
Arnold then placed another document bag on the table and asked the legion commander to send it back to Turin together with this.
"What's this?"
"A porn magazine?"
The legion commander reached out to read it.
"Take it easy."
"This is the original manuscript."
"Authentic."
Arnold said calmly.
The legion commander suddenly stopped extending his hand, and then said with some sigh: "No wonder, there are scratch marks on your face. Is it because of this thing that you were injured?"
"It's a pity that people in this world cannot exert the true power of this spell. Otherwise, let alone you, even the adults in Turin might not be able to bear it."
The legion commander carefully put away the document bag.
"Huh?"
Arnold was very interested. In fact, although the person in front of him was second in the combat catalog, he was not actually an infected person.
But since the birth of human civilization.
The strongest warlock.
"You have lived for so long, and you have seen even the most terrifying things. Do you actually think that this thing is more terrifying than those adults in Turin?"
Arnold was very interested because the person in front of him lived for a long time. He was the same contemporary as the madman who collected all the authentic pages in the world in the Middle Ages. He lived for no more than a thousand years.
"certainly."
"At least those adults can be traced."
"Just like the true chief of SCT, this thing is the same as Allah, a supreme being."
"It might even be a prop specially designed to deal with it. After all, everything is interdependent."
The legion commander said calmly, lost interest, and stood Opal on the table.
"Who are you going to kill next?"
The legion commander asked indifferently, and then clapped his hands. Two SCT core members came in, wrapped Hoshino Manatsu and Eugene in black tape, and packed them into packages. At the same time, he threw Opal out and was killed by one of the members.
Catch it firmly.
"Three people."
"Chainsaw."
"Colin."
"Di Wei."
"Once these three people die, no one will be able to disobey them."
Chapter completed!