Looking from above, a brightly lit classical city is located here.
Even late at night in late autumn, the center of the city is still bustling with traffic and crowded with tourists.
What makes this city most special is the circular "Opera House" located in the city center.
The theater is somewhat dilapidated and has a history of at least a thousand years. It looks like a multi-arch structure on the outside, a stepped open-air platform on the inside, and a sandy area in the center that looks like it is used for alternative performances.
The Colosseum.
This is the capital of Italy, Rome.
October 24, 2001, 23:37 Rome time.
Although there have been many criticized deeds in Italy throughout the ages, this does not prevent the country from having many famous historical monuments.
To the east, the suburban area of Villalba, about ten kilometers away from the center of Rome, seems a bit deserted.
There were not many vehicles passing by on the road, and there were not many pedestrians or tourists on the street.
On the edge of the city, a bar converted from an abandoned factory is now open for business.
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Even standing outside the bar, you can hear the loud music coming from inside.
Fortunately, the nearby communities or apartment buildings are far away from the bar, so it has not yet reached the point of disturbing residents.
A community street not far to the west of the bar.
The streets are full of vehicles with their engines and lights turned off. After all, it is late at night, and most people have returned home to rest after work.
A four-seater car with one-way film on its windows and painted black was parked at an angle just facing the front entrance of the bar.
Inside the car, there were two people in casual clothes sitting on the front and passenger seats.
In the driver's seat is a man wearing a black sweatshirt and sweatpants.
In the passenger seat is Aya Brea, who is wearing a black leather jacket and slim-fitting jeans, with short blond hair.
After Umbrella handled the "weird mannequin" case, Brea joined Umbrella under Leon's recommendation and underwent extremely rigorous training at the European branch.
Since the training ended last summer, she is no longer the original Venice police officer, but a qualified intelligence agent.
The man sitting in the driver's seat is also an intelligence agent responsible for investigating abnormal phenomena.
Generally speaking, intelligence agents act alone, especially top intelligence agents like Lyon.
But this time four of them gathered.
Brea is staring at the front entrance of the bar, and the back entrance is monitored by two others.
A month ago, she and three intelligence agents jointly investigated into Italy and established a new special sect, which seemed to believe in creatures related to abnormal phenomena.
With Sheheba's lessons learned, Brea and others acted together.
Finally, they locked the base of this group of believers, which was the bar in their sight.
At the same time, they also reported to the European branch, saying that they needed the nearest armed security support, and if possible, even support from MTF or hell paratroopers, in an effort to wipe out this sect in one fell swoop.
They waited patiently for more than ten minutes.
At nearly midnight, Brea finally discovered something unusual.
I saw a black van parked in front of the bar's main entrance.
Due to the angle, she couldn't see clearly what was happening on the other side of the van, but soon the van left the street in front of the main entrance and headed towards the parking lot at the back.
Now, she and the male intelligence officer clearly saw three muscular men wearing leather jackets and pants, who looked like motorcycle gangs, walking toward the front door.
The strong man walking in the middle was holding a metal box that seemed to be able to hold a basketball.
The abnormal creatures worshiped by the believers should be in that metal box.
Seeing the three strong men walking into the bar, Brea, who was wearing earphones, immediately reported in a deep voice: "The target has entered the venue and is ready to act."
After saying that, Brea took out the pulse pistol's safety from the holster under her arm, then put the pistol back into the holster, and the intelligence agent beside her did the same.
"Let's go."
"Yeah."
After finishing the brief exchange, the intelligence officer started the engine, left the street, and drove the vehicle toward the main entrance.
With a sound of "Chi—!", their vehicle had stopped in front of the main entrance.
Get off the car and walk towards the main entrance.
Seeing the two Breyas approaching, a security guard with the same build stepped forward and warned: "Non-members are not allowed to enter."
"The police are handling the case." Brea responded coldly.
"Then you have no right to search!" the security guard said, and wanted to take out the intercom and report inside the bar.
"Raise your hands! Don't move!"
But the male intelligence officer drew his gun faster, pointed the gun directly at the security guard, and yelled the above sentence.
The security guard obviously didn't expect the Rome police officers to be so tough. He immediately raised his hands and kept still, and said quickly:
"Don't shoot! I'm willing to cooperate!"
Brea and the male intelligence agent were both a little surprised.
In their impression, cult members who believe in abnormal creatures should be loyal and loyal. How could they give up resistance so easily?
After a brief period of surprise, the two did not relax their vigilance.
Brea took out the restraint belt from the small tactical bag on his left waist and tied the security guard with his backhand.
Moreover, the security guard rushed down very cooperatively and lay on the ground very obediently.
Immediately afterwards, Brea took out a piece of something similar to a band-aid from the bag, peeled off the protective film and stuck it on the back of the security guard's neck.
"Hey!" There was an electric sound, and the security guard instantly rolled his eyes and fainted.
After taking care of the security, Brea and the two continued to rush into the bar.
Come in.
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Then I heard the blaring music, saw the dizzying lights, and the motorcycle gangs carousing with wine glasses.
The faces of Brea and the two men fell.
In this environment, even if shots are fired continuously, the motorcycle gangs may not be able to hear the gunshots.
Suddenly, the DJ stopped playing music and the dazzling lights switched to bright incandescent lights.
The sudden change in the environment made the four Brea people and the motorcycle gangs couldn't help but close their eyes slightly to adapt to the brightly lit environment as quickly as possible.
"Dear devout members!"
At this time, a biker gang member with a hedgehog haircut who looked like a leader stood on the stage of the bar, holding a microphone in his right hand, pointing his left hand at Brea and the other two, and then pointed at the other two intelligence agents at the back door, and shouted: <
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"Someone broke into our holy land! In order for the Holy Lord to be able to move safely! We must expel them at all costs!"
Hearing this, the motorcycle gangs all turned their attention to Brea and the others, and they clenched their fists and twisted their necks with frowns. It seemed that they didn't mind beating the "police officer" and wanted to protect the so-called Holy Lord.
But the gunshot of "Ta!" revealed the true colors of the motorcycle gangs.
Brea fired the gun immediately and pointed the gun at the bikers closest to her, saying loudly:
"Those who don't want to die should raise their hands and lie on the ground! Otherwise, we don't mind using coercive measures!"
The momentum of the motorcycle gangs suddenly weakened, and they no longer looked as ferocious as before.