Li Hui and Xia Yu walked side by side, followed by a dozen operators wearing black tactical vests.
"OK."
Xia Yu nodded and spoke softly.
"At seven minutes and two seconds, an abnormality occurred in the fourth team. 'Thorn' violated the order and entered the feast scene alone."
"Fifteen minutes and thirty-two seconds, the pollution index is basically stable. The 'Butcher' leads the first team into the scene, and the 'Three-tailed Fox' serves as the temporary commander."
"For twenty minutes and forty-four seconds, the 'Black Umbrella' led the second team into the scene, while the 'Black Coffin' and the third team were outside preparing to hand over to the scavengers."
The woman spoke expressionlessly, and there was no problem with the code name or the time.
"Um."
Li Hui narrowed her eyes and her tone was cold.
"Don't easily trust people who have left your sight." This is one of the rules for employees of the Suppression Department.
Even if the other party takes the initiative to express goodwill to you, you should not take it lightly.
Unlike the Tuner, who is always alone, the Suppression Department, which requires the use of large equipment, must act as a group.
This also means that they are subject to risks from their peers.
A team member who goes crazy due to contamination may detonate a bomb when no one is paying attention, leading to the destruction of the entire team.
Not to mention those weird stories that specifically imitate human appearance.
Because of this, each team performs its own duties and will not encounter each other easily.
The "Black Umbrella" who belongs to the second team should not actively invite the "Thorns" who belong to the first team to go with them.
This is common sense and taboo.
"The codename of this operation?"
Li Hui put her hand on the handle of the knife, with a hint of murderous intent in her voice.
"Thorn, what are you doing?"
Someone in the team noticed Li Hui's movements. He screamed and raised his gun to point at the murderous girl.
"The code name for this operation is Feast of Flesh. We are not contaminated."
Another voice sounded from the team, and Li Hui could even recognize the familiar husky female voice.
Roar--
A white light flashed and the beast roared.
Xia Yu's body was torn into pieces and turned into pieces of meat scattered on the ground.
The only people who have the authority to know the operation code name are the commander and the coordinator. Not even Li Hui can cross this line.
A rank-and-file player telling another rank-and-file something that only the top brass knows?
Absolutely not normal.
"The thorns are tainted! Shoot! Shoot!"
The hoarse female voice roared angrily, taking the lead in shooting at the light and agile figure.
The rifle engraved with incantations roared and spit out tongues of fire, and the bullets intertwined into a web of fire, covering Li Hui.
——
"Damn...do these damn things really exist?"
The tall and thin man cursed in a low voice and swung the shovel to split the figure in front of him in half.
The next second, the body that had been transformed into two parts disappeared without any warning, as if it was just a phantom.
There is no evidence of any existence.
If Shrike hadn't given the order to attack, everyone would have thought they were hallucinating.
"Mu Jue...do you still remember me?"
The figure of a woman wearing a tactical vest suddenly appeared in front of the tall and thin man, calling his name softly.
"Remember."
Mu Jue nodded, his expression a little complicated.
"You died in the conflict five years ago. I personally buried you under the tree, along with four or five unclean people who paid for your life."
"I'm back now."
"Come with me, we should get married next month."
The woman smiled and raised her arms, as if ready to touch Mu Jue's face.
Both his demeanor and tone are impeccable.
"You can't come back."
The man sighed, shoveled some soil mixed with blood from the ground, and sprinkled it lightly on the woman.
"He who is buried by the gravedigger never comes back."
The figure of the latter quickly blurred, leaving only a soft sigh.
Even the reaction to death is exactly the same.
Really heartbreaking.
The moment he heard the sigh, Mu Jue's expression suddenly changed.
He waved his hands and slapped his ears, trying to make himself lose hearing.
But it's too late.
The sigh turned into a massive amount of pollution and poured into Mu Jue's head.
At the same time, similar situations occurred to everyone.
They saw familiar faces.
Relatives, lovers, comrades-in-arms.
It was obvious that he was someone he would never meet again in this life, but yet he stood in front of him so strangely.
Those phantoms smiled and waved, and whispered something in their mouths, which made people want to get closer.
But once it gets really close, the phantom will be shattered in an instant, and an astonishing amount of pollution will erupt.
"ah…!!!"
A miserable scream was heard, followed by hasty gunshots.
Some people were affected by pollution and chose to commit suicide just before falling into madness.
A touch of sadness spreads among the crowd, the pollution concentration rises rapidly, and more and more people are about to fall into madness.
Even with the equipment to weaken pollution, human beings still appear to be so fragile when faced with monsters.
"Back off!"
A thunderous sound sounded, and everyone's hearts were shocked at the same time.
The shrike's eyes widened and he shouted into the trumpet in his hand.
He was not affected at all.
"Inject each other with pollution inhibitors and always pay attention to your mental state."
"Those are all fake, why do you need me to remind you?"
"Bring me the black dog's blood and pour it on him."
"You are elites who have experienced hundreds of battles. It is impossible for you to fall into the hands of a few broken shadows."
"After this mission is over, everyone's salary will be doubled! Another half-month holiday will be added!"
The dark man codenamed The Butcher held up a loudspeaker and shouted loudly.
This seemingly absurd move was actually well thought out.
The speaker itself is a strange piece of equipment that can dispel pollution to a certain extent.
In addition, it’s not that many people can’t tell the authenticity of those things, they just want to make up for past regrets.
However...as long as I give this group of people a hint to "look forward", the situation will be completely different.
It is the role of the commander to gain insight into the situation in an instant and find a solution.
"Double the salary? And get a fucking holiday?"
"I want to live! I must live!"
"First love? Have you eaten? If not, give me a punch."
"Comrade? I'm sorry, the company gave me too much."
"Damn it, I don't have enough blood as a black bitch, who can give me some more blood?"
As if they had been injected with chicken blood, the members rushed out with great energy after reluctantly using drugs to stabilize the contamination.
The madness has not completely subsided, and their excitement is even a little abnormal.
——
"There seems to be something wrong."
Wang Jin frowned and muttered softly.
He could feel the atmosphere of the entire manor changing.
"This is not what Feast is capable of."
Ye Ying gently closed her eyes and then spoke.
"well."
Wang Jin sighed, and the expression on his face became a little complicated.
Ye Ying is also a part of the house. She said that if this aura has nothing to do with the feast, then it has nothing to do with it.
And this aura has nothing to do with the company.
Can freely enter and leave the feast scene, and has other strange powers...
Wang Jin could already guess who was behind the scenes.