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Chapter 633 - 326: Monster, Nuclear Bomb Cleansing the Ground
Chapter 633: Chapter 326: Monster, Nuclear Bomb Cleansing the Ground
Brian still didn’t know his ability had taken on a new change.
On the way back.
Shi San curiously looked at Brian, "Big Dog, why did you open your mouth to make a phone call but not say anything?"
"Just trying out a new ability, getting a head start on clearing the way for what’s to come.."
Brian said offhandedly.
Of course, his main goal was to intimidate the Holy Council and at the same time exterminate those man-eating beasts!
..
Back at the office building.
The team members had all gone out on duty.
Actually, public safety had greatly improved recently.
As the police force’s firepower and equipment had substantially increased, except in some poor communities, an emergency situation could muster police cars from several streets in a little over a minute to mob and take down some extreme violent criminals.
Even the helicopters that used to be only for tracking were now equipped with guided autocannons, ensuring that even if they encountered dangerous Mutants, they could be taken down in the shortest time.
With more people dying, the common sense of most civilians returned to normal levels.
But high pressure would bring about new countermeasures.
According to the big data survey by the Los Angeles police, most criminal activities had become more covert.
That included homicide cases.
When criminals learned to think, it was the people in NW operations that got worn out.
This also led to the paradox where, as public security gradually improved, the people in the action department became busier.
In the office, old Hardenn was dozing off pecking like a chicken.
Shi San’s tongue nimbly licked his nose, "Old Hardenn was really impressive yesterday. I can smell at least four different scents of the opposite sex on him, one of which I guess is older than him. He must be making money behind our backs..."
The female clerk sitting opposite to old Hardenn widened her eyes and pulled out a snack box, looking at Shi San pleasingly, "Really, Shi San?"
Seeing the woman fall for it, Shi San wagged his tail and approached, "Of course, it’s true. I’m as honest as Big Dog Brian. I want that jelly.."
"No problem, no problem. Speak up, what else did you smell out... I’ll introduce you to Alice on my holiday, she’s my neighbor’s prize-winning Border Collie, both smart and pretty..," the female clerk efficiently peeled a jelly and stuffed it into Shi San’s mouth.
Seeing the secretive whispering between the dog and the woman.
Brian, with a dark face, went alone to Susan’s office.
"I hope the people in old Du’s organization, seeing the changes in the satellite, will get the message, otherwise, I really don’t feel like going there tonight.."
He wanted to check the coordinates old Du had given him.
..
Elsewhere.
Old Du returned to the Book Society’s Los Angeles branch as quickly as possible.
This was actually the top floor of a commercial office building.
The most dangerous place is the safest.
There were over fifty companies renting office space here, filled with urban white-collar workers, salespeople, and visiting external personnel.
Their people were inconspicuous inside, and nobody paid them any attention.
The branch office had only three people.
One of them was old Du.
His two colleagues were sitting together reading the newspaper. Seeing old Du hurry back, one asked with confusion, "Old Du, weren’t you out on a field mission?"
The organization’s assignments were managed by dedicated teams, one task per line.
So they had no idea about the mission number that old Du was responsible for.
Old Du didn’t pay attention to his colleagues and rushed into his office.
He opened the secret room, underwent a series of complicated verifications, and entered a small compartment space to turn on the advanced computer supplied by the organization and connected to the headquarters web page.
He entered the mission number.
As soon as the page opened, a satellite surveillance image appeared.
One could see in the image, an expansive seaside area, be it factories, schools, or those seaside villa communities, not a single person was visible on the streets.
Old Du took a deep breath, controlled the camera to zoom in higher, and brought the lens close to the streets.
At that sight, he felt numb.
The streets did have people, but those people.. had melted.
Old Du thought he was seeing things incorrectly.
He rubbed his eyes.
In the image, a man in a white lab coat, crawling on the ground in terror, seemed to be trying to escape the building behind him, unaware of what horrific attack he had suffered that caused his legs to melt like ice cream.
This change was incredibly fast.
In just a few seconds, under old Du’s watch, the man vanished into thin air, leaving only a white lab coat that corroded more slowly..
Old Du swallowed.
He typed on the keyboard, adjusting the satellite angle, and finally found the valley where the Death Soldier was last seen.
Calling it a valley was a bit of a stretch; it was actually a man-made seaside underground base.
Normally, there were quite a few Japanese doing patrols there.
There were also some camouflage shielding facilities.
Unfortunately for them, they had encountered the Book Society.
With a complex background, the Book Society had access to the most advanced satellites. Once they planted their locators, they could essentially ignore their outdated shielding techniques.
Old Du wasn’t joking when he told Brian he could help him obliterate this place.
Every time he used these cutting-edge devices, old Du felt a sense of superiority and pride.
At this moment, that sense of technical superiority and pride was gone from old Du.
Except for the occasional few knives and swords, old Du saw not a single living person in the satellite imagery.
No, not just living people!
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