The Security Containment Department is one of the most mysterious departments of the Order Bureau. No one knows what is being held in that deep darkness. At least most of the Order Bureau employees don’t know. They don’t even know that such a department exists.
The presence.
The huge "kenshi" is like an endless maze. In the depths of the maze, there are too many ulterior secrets hidden.
Jeffrey's expression was a little hesitant and hesitant. Every time he saw the logo of the three-faced man, something bad was definitely up to him.
"Oh...that's it, okay."
Upon hearing Jeffrey's reply, Boluogo was stunned, and his rising joy was diluted by disappointment.
"But you're calling for more than just these things, right?"
Boluogo asked again, if it was just to prepare for the implantation ceremony again, there was no need for Jeffrey to inform him.
"Of course, I'm looking for you for another reason."
Jeffrey's words rang out, and he didn't even want to say this to Boluogo.
"What's up?"
"About your partner."
"ha?"
Boluogo was completely stunned now, the news came a bit too suddenly.
"Why are you surprised? Isn't it normal for the special operations team to have other members? Did you think you were the only one?" Jeffrey said.
"But... partner?" Boluogo frowned.
During the one-year internship, Boluogo gradually realized the power of "resurrection from the dead", and he also realized that others were a burden to him.
Boluogo is very powerful. He doesn't need any so-called teammates. More importantly, when facing a strong enemy, Boluogo will not die, but his teammates will. They are not immortal.
"Don't worry, these are members of the special operations team. It won't be as simple as you think. Whether it's combat power or survival, you don't need to worry," Jeffrey said as if he knew what Boluogo was worried about.
Same, "Everyone is a carefully selected elite, a genius in the field department."
"Okay...okay."
Geoffrey had already said so, and Boluogo couldn't say anything else.
If nothing else goes wrong, Boluogo will still serve in the Bureau of Order for a long time, and he will eventually have to say hello to other colleagues.
The regulations of the Field Service Department also clearly stipulate that the Field Service Department is subdivided into several action groups. There is no specific limit on the total number of members of each action group, but when operating, they usually work in teams of two.
"Then what? That's all?"
"Of course it's more than that. The reason I'm telling you this is that your 'partner' seems to be in some trouble right now."
Jeffrey said as he picked up another document, which depicts a black crow holding an iron whistle in its mouth. This is a document from the "crow's nest".
"His transfer document has just been sent to Lebius, but he went out to perform a mission last night and has not returned yet... This is beyond the estimated execution time. He may have encountered some troubles, and the mission happens to be right there.
I need you to explore the area near you."
"Out of time? He won't be dead, right?"
Boluogo exclaimed, in this case, his "partner" is really unlucky.
"Not necessarily, he is also a debtor. Although the gift is not 'resurrection from the dead', it is also very strong in saving lives. I guess he must have been captured."
When he heard about the debtor, Boluogo's eyes became serious. This was the first time he met other debtors.
Every debtor's soul is broken, and that broken corner is inextricably linked to the devil.
"So please go and rescue this, your future partner," Jeffrey thought for a moment, then said lightly, "If he accidentally dies, please recover his body and condense it.
The corpse of the Chinese is still very useful."
"A Sublime One needs me to rescue?"
Boluogo was skeptical.
"Condensers also make mistakes sometimes, but experts don't, right?"
As expected of having worked with Burlogo for a year, Jeffrey knew exactly how to make Burlogo happy.
After hearing about the experts, Bologg didn't ask any more questions. It was as if he was too addicted to role playing. Sometimes Bologg was surprisingly persistent towards the experts.
Listening to the silence on the other side, Jeffrey knew that he was right, and he explained some other information.
"Remember to bring the badge. It is also an extremely complex alchemical weapon. It is not only a pass, but also a tool for our Order Bureau staff to prove their identities to each other.
Then this is the address, please remember it..."
"OK."
There was a faint sound from the other side, and it sounded like Boluogo was getting dressed and getting ready to set off.
"By the way, Boluogo, there is one more thing."
"What?"
Jeffrey looked at the document from the "Crow's Nest" in his hand and said with a very complicated expression.
"When you find him, he may have already surrendered to the enemy, but don't rush to kill him. After you prove his identity to him, he will surrender again."
"Huh? Wait! What did you say? Surrender to the enemy!"
On the other end of the phone, Burlogo screamed.
…
After hanging up the phone, Jeffrey looked around at everyone present.
"Okay, it's over. I hope Boluogo will like his 'partner'."
Jeffrey let out a long sigh, as if he had finished dealing with some kind of troublesome matter.
"Is it really okay to hand this guy over to Boluogo?" Ivan doubted this.
"I think it's good. This guy Burlogo is good at everything. The only problem is that he doesn't look like a normal person," Jeffrey described Burlogo, "a cold-blooded, cruel, and efficient expert... I think he
Need some radiance of humanity.”
"The brilliance of human nature? Do you think finding him a cheap partner can alleviate his symptoms?" Yas felt that this was in vain.
"This kind of thing is casual, as long as it has a little bit of 'brilliance of humanity'."
Jeffrey raised his hand and rubbed the thing written "Skin Scrap" with his index finger and thumb and read "Human Glory".
"And this is not for him, but for me, for us."
Jeffrey looked at Yas and complained.
"You don't want to see your colleague with a sullen face every day when you go to work, right? Not only does he have a sullen face, your colleague is also a raging maniac who will never die. He might do something crazy, with...
Let’s all go to hell together.”
Jeffrey sighed.
"This guy has been in a dark cell for a long time, and his whole person is distorted. He needs to communicate with others... You can't recommend Boluogo to the 'medical department', right?"
Yas stopped talking. Thinking about it, the mental health of employees is also extremely important. Even if it cannot be cured, we must work hard.
This kind of psychological problem is very common in the field department. Everyone has some mental illness to some extent, but Boluogo's illness is a bit severe, which makes other people look like normal people.
Ivan didn't know when he picked up the document with three marks and said with a gloomy look.
"I just didn't expect that the decision-making room would actually issue such an order to let Boluogo implant that kind of thing."
Yas and Jeffrey, who had been arguing just now, fell silent together. They felt an inexplicable pressure, and finally their eyes fell on the silent Lebius behind the desk.
Ivan is just here to deliver documents, and Yas is also curious about the Special Operations Group and often appears here. They can talk about it, but it will never affect the Special Operations Group. The only person who can command all this, besides the Deputy Director, is
Only Lebius.
"What do you think of this order, Lebius?" Jeffrey asked.
"I don't have any objections," after a short pause, his cold eyes swept across several people, and Lebius continued, "This is the only trophy we had seven years ago, a magnificent treasure, but we have not opened the treasure.
key."
"Now that Boluogo has appeared, instead of letting him live in the dust, why not let Boluogo give it a try? He won't die anyway."
Lebius's tone was very rational, like a machine. Bologg was not a "human" in front of him, but some kind of indestructible, human-shaped tool.
Jeffrey wanted to say something, but seeing Lebius like this, he choked back his words.
"Are you worried about Boluogo? There is no need. He is a debtor, a debtor who has been 'resurrected from the dead'. Can a thing like him really be considered a human being?" Lebius said.
"This is too heartless." After getting along with him for a year, Jeffrey still liked Bo Luogo quite a lot.
"But the fact is that Bologo Lazarus is a double-edged sword that will not break, and the blade is used to kill enemies. If it is just covered in dust, why not put him back in the dark cell?
?”
The figure of the man flashed before Lebius's eyes, and the singing in the "House of the Rising Sun" swirled in his ears.
Make bargains with the devil.
This is a bad decision. What they say is often true, but such truth will lure you into despair little by little. What's worse is that you know all this but have no room to refuse, because that is exactly what you want.
is what you want.
Anxious emotions, uneasiness and fear were rampant in Lebius's heart. He could only maintain his rationality and make what he thought was the right decision.
"The peaceful and peaceful life is over, Jeffrey. After seven years, our enemies have returned. No one knows what kind of 'alchemy matrix' they have returned with."
There was gloom in Lebius's eyes. Unlike the others here, Lebius had a completely different mentality, a mentality of preparing for war.
"The war never stops."
Ivan whispered, as a member of the intelligence department "Crow's Nest", he browsed the relevant information frequently.
"We are all engaged in an arms race, creating increasingly crazier 'alchemy matrices', and trying every possible means to destroy our powerful enemies. But as you all know, we have tried the 'Sublimation Furnace Core' many times, but even 'it' has no power at all.
It’s difficult to reproduce, let alone understand its secrets.”
Lebius said absolutely rationally.
"We don't have time to study 'it' anymore, the war is coming."
"So you just let Bologo implant 'it', regardless of the consequences."
Yas calmed down his emotions, and the atmosphere in the room became solemn, as if it was filled with something heavy.