A huge tower, a spaceship that can span time and space, a cult nest that hides countless secrets... How many doors are there?
Many, many.
Those who connect different floors, different rooms, different corridors, or just use to cut off specific areas and act as security barriers, then each door is now quietly waiting for those who are destined to pass by.
A team moved forward cautiously in the connection passage from the D-1 area to the core compartment, looking for clues of the invaders.
An outsider was hiding on the ship, attacking the first combat team and recycling team, and invading some systems on the ship. Now, the surveillance system is no longer reliable, and can only rely on manpower to find the invader.
The Sentimental Combatants wearing light power armor and black burqa were quick-moving. The power armor included with the multiple perception systems allow them to "sniff" any wind and temperature and magnetic field changes in the air. They also brought the few brass knights who were still able to move, and let some of them turn on optical camouflages as surprises scattered in the front and back of the entire team and in the nearby connecting passages.
There are also various small drones moving nearby, shuttleing back and forth in ventilation ducts, maintenance tanks, and connecting channels, further expanding the team's "perception range" and monitoring more potential abnormal signals.
Such an arrangement can ensure the timely and accurate information to the greatest extent. No matter how strong the invader is, the team can at least get news before the enemy attacks, so as not to be destroyed in the raid.
The monk Ronan-22 really couldn't imagine what kind of enemy could touch the team's nose and take away his team members under this situation.
But a faint uneasiness still lingers in his heart, even as if soaking the air around him.
"Monk," a low-level monk suddenly broke his silence and muttered in a squad communication, "I always feel someone staring at me nearby."
Ronan-22 looked at the low-level monk who was talking: "Allen-27, you are too nervous, there is no one nearby, and my spiritual intuition is not warning."
"Probably." The low-level monk called "Alan-27" nodded, but still subconsciously looked around.
The lights are bright in the long corridor, and a slight buzzing sound is coming from the nearby ventilation ducts. The gravity environment in the current area has been repaired and the air purification device is also operating normally.
The walls on both sides are decorated with metal reliefs depicting many ancient sages, and the arched roofs are painted with gorgeous and exquisite paintings symbolizing various prophecies. Between the figures of the sages and wise men, the hidden cameras are slowly turning, scanning the situation in the corridor.
Everything looks very normal, but there is just a little abnormal atmosphere.
Allen-27 even felt that the people on the reliefs and paintings were staring at him, and even felt that... Some of them were blinking at him just now.
He even felt that the ground under his feet softened at some point, and stepped on it, as if walking on a piece of soft, even warm flesh.
Under the floor was blood flowing, pulsing slightly, and the nerve bundles passed through the steel above his head, and the sound of disturbing electric current echoed in it. On each wall were malicious eyes, staring at the prey walking in it - a strong and terrifying "impression" emerged irresistibly in his heart. Alan-27 had these terrible associations for some reason, but in just a moment, he felt that all the malice had disappeared, and he seemed to have had a short and outrageous dream.
...Is it because of a shameful flaw hidden in my genes? Or is it because my initial individual increases too much nerve-sensitive adjustment value during the process of progeny adjustment?
Allen-27 shook his head and carefully checked the various detection data of Power A back-passing - yes, everything is normal.
The team is passing through the gate at the end of Area D-1 and heading to the nearest core area.
The previous combat team disappeared near this gate.
But there are no traces of battle here.
Monk Ronan-22 led his team to carefully check the situation nearby before passing through the gate, and then he was the first to step across the gate.
Alan-27 walked at the end of the team, watching the others walking through the door one by one, watching their figures continue to move in the corridor opposite, and watching all this normal scene - but for some reason, he always felt something was wrong.
It seems that those who cross the gate did not actually arrive across the corridor, as if what they saw was just an illusion.
He felt that there were fewer and fewer people around him. When the last compatriot crossed the door, he even felt that he was alone, standing alone in this long corridor.
"Monster!" He stopped in front of the gate and suddenly shouted loudly, "The situation is not right!"
"What are you doing there?" Ronan-22 monk turned around and looked at this side with some dissatisfaction, "Come here quickly!"
"Monster, I said the situation was wrong - I felt it!" Alan-27 gasped unconsciously, his heart pounding, and an impulse that could not be said in his nerves, "Come back quickly, there is something wrong with you!"
Monk Ronan-22 was still standing opposite the door, staring motionlessly in the direction of Allen-27 with other members of the monks who had already passed through the door.
Through the thick tactical helmet, Allen-27 seemed to feel the gaze that fell on him.
"Brothers and sisters..." He felt something strangling his throat, and he felt a sense of indescribable discomfort when he spoke, "Are you... you really there?"
"Ronan-22" looked at him quietly without saying a word.
Alan-27 suddenly felt a tingling pain in his head, and a pain that seemed to be about to tear his nerves into his brain. His heart tightened, and a large dose of spiritual vision potion was injected directly into the spinal cord. The warning sound built into the power aphrodisiac whizzed sharply in his ears. Then, at the moment when the super-dose potion came into effect, he finally saw...
A pair of light gray eyes that seem to have lost their color.
The opposite is not a "connecting corridor", it is a strange hall, and there are fully armed secret service operators.
Allen-27 took a sudden breath, turned around and ran away!
At the same time, he quickly opened all the communication channels built in the Power Armor and called wildly towards every communicator he could contact at this moment-
"Door! There is something wrong with the door! Don't get close to the door on the boat!"
However, only harsh noise came from the communicator.
Allen-27 stopped and slowly looked up.
The ancient sages drooped their eyes at him and shook their heads helplessly. Metal reliefs flowed down from "them" like mud, slowly piled up under his feet, and bound his hands and feet. The ground became soft and undulating like waves, pushing him towards the nearest door bit by bit.
The strange sound of metal squirming sounds in the corridor, and the shouts of Allen-27 over and over again:
"There is a problem with the door! Don't get close to the door on the boat! There is a problem with the door! There is a problem with the door-"
...
Baili Qing turned around and looked at the members of the Secretariat who were still standing in place while standing in a daze, allowing nearby Secret Service operators to come forward and disintegrate their power armor without resisting. She raised her hands and rubbed her eyes gently.
In the more distant open space, there are brass knight parts that have been dismantled into the ground by deep divers, as well as "mud" substances that have been burned to ashes.
Song Cheng stood aside, watching the last member of the Secretariat being "thrown" here. This member of the Secretariat was obviously not as "quiet" as those who came over before. As soon as he broke free from the constraints, he began to yell and tried to attack the nearby deep divers with the weapons in his hand. Fortunately, Xu Jiali was more skilled and disarmed the other party in a few fights.
"There are not many people who can wake up when you are watching," Song Cheng said with a sigh. "There are still talented people among these guys."
"The medicine is being taken," Xu Jiali, not far away, raised her head, and a muffled sound came from under the power armor helmet. He had just checked the members of the Secretariat who were knocked out by himself. At this time, his tone was a little regretful, "I was drooling when I was rescued, and my mind was almost burned by the Spirit Vision Potion."
"... Let's try it in the medical room first. One more occupancy will give you a possible source of information," Song Cheng waved his hand. "We have to figure out how these guys sneaked in and what they wanted to do in Jiecheng."
The new group of prisoners was quickly taken away and was locked in the same shelter facility as the two groups they had previously captured.
Baili Qing and Song Cheng continued to wait at the door.
The scene was quiet and the atmosphere was a bit subtle.
Song Cheng looked at the female director beside him and wanted to speak several times.
After a while, he finally couldn't help it: "Director, you said... just from the perspective of public perception, we should be decent, these sectarians are villains, right?"
Baili Qing turned her head and looked at him.
"...Why does this feel like the style is reversed?" Song Cheng twitched, "I have carried out countless cult arrest missions before, but I have never had such a style."
Baili Qing had no expression on her face: "As long as the problem can be solved and the safety of the border area is ensured, there is no need to pay attention to the details."
“…you said so.”
And at this moment, Baili Qing's cell phone vibrated again.
She picked up her phone and looked at her, her eyes slightly changed.
Song Cheng knew at a glance that this was receiving new news from Yu Sheng—not many people could change their expressions in the face-paralyzing director.
"What did Yu Sheng say?"
Baili Qing: "He asked me if the Secret Service knew what the 'holy coffin' of the artificial saint looked like?"
Song Cheng: "...what does he want to do?"
"He wanted to try to bring a complete set of artificial saint systems - including the saint himself, and bring the saint coffin and a supporting maintenance system," Baili Qing took a light breath, "a very amazing idea."
“…That was amazing.”
Chapter completed!