The vast majority of the comatose bikies were transported to the Rome branch building by the aftermath team for further detailed inspection.
The "spaghetti" was also put into a special container, escorted by technicians and elite security guards, and sent directly to the Paris research center a thousand kilometers away.
"Spaghetti" will have more professional researchers to conduct investigation and analysis, and draw detailed or rough conclusions for rating.
But in the end, it was either sent to Rockford Island for control, or it was eliminated by the company because it was too dangerous.
It can be judged based on the current data...
This "spaghetti" is basically a non-threatening anomaly...
00:49.
At this time, the outside of the bar has been completely sealed off.
Standing inside and outside the cordon were armed security guards disguised as police and real police officers from the Rome City Police Department.
Residents living nearby, wearing their own casual clothes and even pajamas, gathered outside the cordon and discussed what happened in the bar.
The reporters who came after hearing the news even took photos or videos with high-definition equipment.
After the filming and recording of the material are complete, we will then prepare exaggerated reports with titles and text that we claim are wild and imaginative, but are actually nonsense.
But at this moment, the chief of the Rome Police Department also arrived at the scene, walked through the crowd to the front door of the bar, turned around and shouted to everyone:
"Everyone! Our police have arrested all the people involved in the fight. Only a few people were slightly injured.
Our police station will announce the details of this case tomorrow morning, so please don’t worry, our police will definitely protect everyone’s safety!”
"I just said that those motorcycle gangs will have internal strife sooner or later."
"No one was killed?"
"Go home, I'm too sleepy."
After listening to the director's story, the residents began to disperse one after another.
After all, the residents know that this bar is the territory of motorcycle gangs, and now that there are many speculations about "internal strife", they naturally lose interest and go home to sleep.
As for the key point that reporters heard, the police will announce the case tomorrow.
The purpose of the speech is to let the public know more about the case, but it is actually a warning to reporters.
If these reporters really dare to fabricate and report cases for the sake of profit and fame, then the police and the government will pursue them to the end.
Therefore, the reporters had no choice but to leave.
At the same time, the interior of the bar has become empty.
Fourteen members of Task Force 141, including Ghost and Xiaoqiang, are still responsible for the security work here, and several technicians are conducting final inspections.
Next to the bar.
Brea and three other intelligence agents were interrogating the spiky head.
However, before Brea and the others used unconventional torture methods, the hedgehog told everything in a very cooperative manner.
"On August 29 this year, that is, in the early morning 56 days ago, the leftover pasta you ate suddenly communicated with you?"
Brea, who was standing in front of the hedgehog, said with her hands on her hips, and her expression revealed a hint of disbelief.
"Yes! I really didn't lie! Really! It said it was some kind of creation god, and also said that as long as I give it wine, it can fulfill my wish!"
The hedgehog nodded quickly.
"Then what?" asked another intelligence officer.
"Then I gave it some wine. Who knew that guy would lie to me! It can't do anything at all! It's a complete drunkard!"
Speaking of this, the hedgehog-head felt unhappy. It seemed that he had been cheated out of a lot of wine.
After the intelligence agent finished speaking, Brea, whose mouth twitched a little, continued to ask:
"Then you used the talking spaghetti as a gimmick to confuse your motorcycle companions and established a sect called the Spaghetti Cult, right?"
"It's not considered a bewitchment..." Hedgehog Head explained: "That guy would say a lot of funny things when he was drunk, so I brought him to the gang to act as a mascot.
In fact, we gather here every week to drink and have carnivals. The Spaghetti Cult is just a joke we use, and the Holy Lord and Holy Land are all fake.
As the mascot of our gang, you will never let the police get it. Who knew you would dare to shoot?
We can clearly distinguish between our fate and its fate, which is more important."
"..." After hearing what the hedgehog said, Brea and the other three intelligence agents were speechless for a while.
After a month of painstaking investigation, I applied to the European branch for the highest level of support.
But in the end, the actual answer turned out to be just a lump of talking spaghetti?
This...
"Fortunately, it was just a farce." Brea said.
"Yeah." The intelligence agent who acted with her nodded in agreement: "At least no one will die from this."
"Then... let's escort this guy to the Rome Building." Another intelligence officer took the initiative.
"I have no objection." Brea said.
"Okay, let's go."
Next.
The two intelligence officers escorted Hedgehog Head, and together with the last few technicians, left the bar through the back door and drove to the branch building in Rome.
At this time, the intelligence agent who stayed in the bar and acted with Brea smiled and said: "I didn't expect that after being nervous for a month, what I discovered was an abnormal creature that was not a threat.
Phew...it's finally over, and all that's left is to write a report, but before that, would you like to have a cup of coffee together? Brea."
"No, drinking coffee too late is not good for your health." Brea shook her head and declined.
"Okay, then I look forward to our next cooperation." The intelligence officer accepted calmly.
"Me too." Brea responded with a smile.
After the conversation ended, the intelligence officer also left the bar through the back door, while Brea walked towards the ghost.
Arriving next to Ghost and Xiaoqiang, Brea thanked him again: "Second Lieutenant, Sergeant, thank you 141 for your support, but I didn't expect that this time it would be a fuss."
"It's nothing." The ghost replied quietly.
"Second Lieutenant, all matters have been taken care of, you can evacuate first." Brea said.
"Understood, Xiaoqiang, let's go." The ghost turned and left.
"..." Xiaoqiang nodded in response.
Later.
Ghost, Xiaoqiang and other 141 people turned on the optical camouflage of their power armor and disappeared from the bar in a "stealth" state.
Brea also left the empty bar through the main entrance.
She knew that 141 needed to perform other tasks, but she would not ask and did not have the authority to find out.
When I left the bar, it was already 01:12 in the morning.
There are no more people watching outside the cordon.
The armed security guards disguised as police officers left one after another after receiving Brea's reminder and orders from their superiors.
In the end, the real police officers who did not know the details completely sealed the bar as the "crime scene".
The current bar has been thoroughly "cleaned" by technicians and the aftermath team. Even if someone violently breaks into the interior, it is impossible to find anything useful.