I am a hero of the former civilization.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?” Ryan glanced at the girl in the worn brown trench coat.

"You...you're a good person, why should I be afraid? What you did at the church saved me, who knew the priest was a monster," the girl replied timidly, not daring to look the man in front of her in the eye.

Good people, please.

Ryan gave a wry smile. After thinking for a moment, he realized that the girl wasn't exactly a believer; she had just suffered a lot but didn't have the courage to die. So he took out a few cans of food from his pocket.

“Eat it, then find a way to leave Snow Prison Town and go to the refugee camp on the outskirts of Gothenburg. I will help you get residency then.”

Christie instinctively took it, then swallowed hard, somewhat bewildered. "Why are you helping me?"

She seemed lost, feeling that she hadn't provided enough service, and this morning she was still regretting not taking off her clothes to warm her husband's bed.

"Those who save themselves will surely be saved by others. You have passed the test."

Ryan didn't say much, gave a nod, and left. This was a piece of cake for him; it was just a matter of whether it was necessary to do it.

The girl held the can of food, and by the time she came to her senses, the man had already disappeared into the bustling university campus.

This gentleman is truly a good person.

Her eyes reddened, and she felt that her persistence over the past few days had not been in vain; the stubbornness in her heart had brought her good fortune.

"Just like my mother said, no matter what environment you are in, you have to be a person, not a human-shaped animal, and then luck will come to you."

After a moment of silence, she quickly stuffed the can into her worn-out coat, buried her head, and disappeared into the alley. Her steps became much lighter, and she felt her wandering heart suddenly find its place. Then, as she walked, she suddenly lowered her head.

There was something dark under her feet, crawling up her ankle like a venomous snake. Christina was so frightened that her hair stood on end. She tried to shake it off, but it just seemed to stick to her.

This is......

My shadow?

......

Mu Continent, the Abandoned Recycling Plant of the Moth Chasing Fire.

Because the underground headquarters was built very quickly, some departments have already begun to move in, and the old equipment will be sent to this factory.

This is a huge factory without a single worker; all work is done by robots to ensure that secrets are not leaked. The thoughtless robots put data disks into conveyor belts and then throw them directly into the furnace, thus maintaining physical secrecy.

“Found it, server number 2-31431, it was just delivered last month.” Velvi stood up from a pile of electronic waste and waved her hand with a hint of pride: “Looks like I’m lucky, it wasn’t destroyed before.”

The Fire Moth has strict requirements for discarded data, which must be sent for destruction under supervision and monitored throughout the process. Coincidentally, Mei was the one who was updating the firewall here.

"I checked the catalog, and I deliberately slowed down the destruction process during the last program update," the straight-haired girl said calmly, glancing at the label on the data disk. The reason was that they were moving to a new office location and needed to replace the equipment.

Now, the Fire Moths control all the resources of the Earth, but their operations are so large that reimbursement isn't so easy. Mei could tell from the quality of the goods that they weren't within the scope of reimbursement.

Vilvi didn't think much of it and feigned curiosity: "You, you're also a magician, no, a fortune teller?"

What a mess.

“This is called being prepared. It’s okay if the destruction is a bit slow, but it can come in very handy sometimes.” Mei rolled her eyes at him and tossed the data disk to Velvi. “According to regulations, all the data was formatted before it was sent here. Is there any way to recover it?”

“It’s simple, but unfortunately this kind of performance is not difficult at all. Why don’t we…” Wilvi stopped halfway through her sentence. She saw Mei staring at her coldly and knew that if she kept talking nonsense, the budget would be cut again.

"I will handle it."

She cursed the "she-devil" in her heart, quickly took out the equipment she had made, and started working.

Vilvi is a talented person, but her ingenious ideas are a waste of resources. She turned a perfectly good Divine Key into that grotesque thing, and completely ignored my requirement for immediate combat power.

Mei glanced at the magician, but there was nothing she could do about it. In engineering, this was the pinnacle of human skill; the junk she casually cobbled together could make a group of data recovery engineers feel ashamed to death. It really was like magic.

The data disk, which had been formatted and even had its core deliberately damaged, was being recovered. Although not completely, she did see a dense amount of information on the computer screen. Mei read it quickly, her eyes automatically picking out the useful parts.

Orange Light Biotechnology Co., Ltd., responsible for supplying biological experimental equipment and laboratory information terminals, participated in the research of the First and Second Herrschers as an external service provider.......

Mei frowned and thought for a moment, but she had no recollection of this company at all. After all, she had only been with Moth Chaser for a year, while she had been researching the First Herrscher for several years.

However, it's quite interesting that they participated in the research on Herrschers. Because in desperation, they would try anything, and the Honkai wouldn't control human relationships, so this research data wasn't considered too confidential.

Then she saw the company headquarters and factory address.

"Canghai City? What a coincidence?" Mei smiled silently. No wonder she had never heard of it. Even if she hadn't died in the Third Collapse, all her files and documents would have been lost in that chaos.

"Vilvie, find out who the recipient is, who was in charge of the delivery in the original logistics department and security department, and where the destination is. If you can't find it, go back and check all the business dealings of this company."

She refused to believe that a company that had dealt with Moth Chaser for many years could simply disappear without a trace. Even if that company was gone, surely Moth Chaser here wouldn't be completely wiped out.

By following the clues, we can find out what was transported and who was behind it.

Just then, she heard a faint buzzing sound. Looking up, she saw a point of light flying from the horizon at incredible speed, like a falling meteor.

Ballistic missile?!

Mei's eyes twitched. She had considered the possibility of encountering danger, but she hadn't expected the opposing force to be so strong and their methods so ruthless. Using ballistic missiles directly was quite something.

Turn me and the clues to ashes? Alas, power and intrigue must yield to might!

Mei stared motionlessly at the sky, watching as the bullet fell into a thick white fog, turning into a large lump of ice by the time it pierced through.

Boom! !

The heavy object crashed to the ground, causing the factory to shake several times. A large hole was smashed in the roof a hundred meters away, and a violent shockwave came rushing towards them.

Mei instinctively covered her face, then gently lowered it a moment later. The white-haired youth stood in front of her like a wall, his hands tightly gripping a pistol made of soul steel.

"Are you alright, May?" Kevin turned his head slightly, his face full of annoyance.

He had already seen the impact fuse on the high-explosive warhead. If he hadn't been hiding nearby, Mei would have been reduced to ashes along with the factory.

"It's alright, thank you for coming back in time."

Kevin was on a mission when he received Mei's message. Without thinking, he rushed back and discovered that his girlfriend was indeed incredibly shrewd.

"Mei, who exactly wants to kill you?"

Seeing Kevin's expression, as if he was about to come and beat someone up, the girl couldn't help but smile.

"Some people in a hurry."

Chapter 167 I said, don't rush

Really? Those people became kings so quickly, and even used ballistic missiles to silence them. That's outrageous.

In Snow Prison Town, Ryan put away his phone, a sneer playing on his lips. The investment was substantial enough; it wasn't just about the missile itself, but also the fact that the unit that launched it was 100% dead, leaving no survivors.

What you've done is infuriating.

Even knowing that Mei had made arrangements, Ryan was still filled with murderous intent when he tried to harm her. In his eyes, the entire Fire Chasing Council and all those entrenched high-ranking members combined were not as valuable as a single finger of that girl.

“If we continue the investigation, we will definitely find at least one member of parliament.”

"But I can guarantee that we won't find any survivors, and that's not just one person."

"Then we can take advantage of this opportunity to find out the true identities of the forty-six members of parliament. There are winners in this struggle, and opportunities will arise."

Mei paused for a moment, then nodded gently: "Okay."

Ryan hung up the phone. The Nordic incident was just a prelude. He was preparing for the future. In fact, the existence of the Fire Chaser Council was not only valuable, but also because these people were damn hard to kill.

The identity of each member of parliament is top secret; even members of the same faction do not know each other's identities. This is done in order to avoid decapitation operations.

'If she could be easily replaced or killed, May wouldn't have waited until the very end to make her move. That woman is even more terrifying than Möbius; she has no concept of feelings or loyalty.'

Ryan stretched his neck. Now, with him not only providing a guarantee of force, but also with the Fire Chaser already taking shape, May could unconditionally trust Wilvie and Möbius, which was much better than her dealing with everyone alone.

Forget it, let Mei worry about this kind of trouble. With my help, I'm much more useful than that paramecium.

Ryan pushed open the door of the bar and found it unusually quiet. Apart from the bartender, there were hardly any customers. In Snow Prison Town, there were no working hours.

He glanced around, ignoring the bartender's disgusted look, and his pupils contracted slightly when he saw the burly man in the corner.

In an instant, his gaze returned to normal, and he calmly walked inside.

"A glass of Black Label whiskey and a glass of lemon soda."

Ryan, completely oblivious to the fact that he was trying to ruin the event, picked up two glasses and walked to a corner to place them on the table.

"Out drinking so early?"

“My workstation is right here.” Copper Rust slowly raised his head, somewhat annoyed, and said, “But thanks to someone, even my girl ran away, and I can only sit here.”

“Sorry, this is part of my job.” Ryan sat down, slid the whiskey over to him, and got straight to the point: “I want to know about Father Gemir, including what he did before the Collapse.”

“I knew you’d come looking for me, Agent.” Copper Rust took a sip of his drink, making a satisfied sound. “By the way, you don’t trust Boss Vashy?”

"The communications equipment broke down at just the right time, preventing me from calling for reinforcements. Such a large-scale military operation requires evidence." Ryan glanced at him coldly, making no attempt to hide anything.

"You suspect that Snow Prison Town is related to that monster?"

"of course."

"What will the fire-chasing moth do?"

“Send out annihilation forces to thoroughly search Northern Europe and wipe out all settlements. You will be monitored, experimented on, or killed. No dangerous element will be spared.”

Ryan's tone was cold, almost devoid of any emotion, which lowered the temperature in the bar to below zero, causing the bartender to quietly grasp the shotgun under the bar.

But what he said was true; the moth that chases the flame will not let any threat go unpunished.

Copper Rust's expression changed slightly, revealing a hint of fear. He took out a document from his bag.

“You monsters are really cruel. Here’s what you wanted. You don’t need to pay. The information from earlier was worth the same. Chris, clean your glass properly.” The man stood up, called to the bartender, and gave him a cruel smile.

“You didn’t hear anything just now, otherwise I would have charged you an intelligence fee. As for what they would charge you, I have no idea.”

The bartender, named Chris, glanced at the man flipping through the documents, swallowed hard, and hurriedly ran away.

The moth that chases the flame is destined to die; it cannot survive on the snowfield at all, and in the end, it will still have to go to Gothenburg.

Ryan said nothing about the two people's reactions. He flipped through the documents. Apart from his resume at a mental hospital, Father Gmir was very ordinary and had no connection with the Moth of Fire.

He was just an ordinary person, a charlatan who suddenly awakened to his true nature in a time of despair, and then his fanatical faith collapsed, granting him superhuman powers...

"If I didn't know what would happen later, I would have really been fooled by you."

Honkai is just a form of energy. At least in this world, there is no such thing as receiving a 'divine gift' through faith, and Honkai is not a god at all.

These people acted quite convincingly, and might even be able to sway the leaders and others, turning them from science to theology, but they couldn't fool him.

He's a skilled actor, much better than those silly Herrschers.

Ryan looked up and saw the rusty figure disappear. The moment he came in, he knew that this guy was no longer human; he smelled no different from Father Grimil.