Warning! The evil god's minions are invading the eerie dungeon.

Wang Ling's expression was serious:

"This is a top-secret internal plan of our bureau, known only to action team leaders and above. Jiang Zhengyi is one of the candidates for the Cleaner Project."

"Is he a candidate for the Cleanup Program?"

Qi Xie frowned slightly.

Am I a candidate for the Cleanup Program?

Jiang Zhengyi frowned slightly.

"Why are you so surprised...?"

Qi Xie turned around and looked at the boy who had appeared behind him at some point.

"Nobody told me this before."

Jiang Zhengyi spoke in a serious tone, then paused for a moment before asking:

"So what is the Cleanup Project?"

"You didn't tell him anything???"

Qi Xie looked at Wang Ling with his mouth slightly open.

Wang Ling shrugged:

"You know his personality..."

"Too."

Qi Xie understood their actions without any difficulty.

"Hello!"

Jiang Zhengyi angrily protested:

"I'm just a bit more outgoing and cheerful; I'm still very tight-lipped about serious matters that shouldn't be discussed!"

Everyone tacitly ignored him and continued their conversation.

"So, what exactly is the Cleaner Project?"

"According to the records, you handled the midnight student ghost incident in Yingchuan City, so you should be able to see that the invasion of the supernatural into reality is accelerating and deepening."

Wang Ling explained:

"According to statistics, the number of times forbidden-level bizarre instances were opened globally increased by 10% last month alone. North America, the Middle East, and Japan, which is doing relatively well, each opened a calamity-level instance, for a total of three."

This marks the first time since the arrival of the Mysterious Dungeon that a Cataclysmic Dungeon has been opened more than once globally within the same month.

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Furthermore, the lower the difficulty level (Hazardous, Restricted, etc.), the more frequently the dungeons open. For Restricted dungeons alone, the number of global openings increased by over two thousand last month.

Qi Xie rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair, propped his head up, and tapped his temple with his index finger, whispering:

"Whether in reality or in the instance, it indicates that the level of the eerie invasion is deepening... But are the two related?"

"have!"

Wang Ling said with certainty:

"Statistics show that places where dungeons are frequently opened tend to experience more bizarre events in reality. This means that the channel through which bizarre energy influences reality is still through dungeons."

Having grasped this point, we, the Chinese nation, formulated countermeasures and plans.

We hope to select a group of people and allocate resources accordingly, with the aim of enabling them to achieve an X-level completion rate once they enter the instance, so that the instance can be completely closed to slow down the speed at which the eerie invasion of reality occurs.

This is the "Cleaner Project".

Currently, there are only two criteria for candidates in this plan: first, possessing at least one A-level uncanny skill or a level one sealed artifact; second, being someone in a lower level with sufficient potential to reach the first point. Jiang Zhengyi belongs to the latter category; his [Ghost Sword] has enough potential.

Qi Xie roughly understood the intentions and structure of the Cleaners' Plan, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"Is a chief of the Shenzhen branch of the Public Security Bureau also a candidate for this program? Does he belong to the former category?"

He recalled the previous operation where the Special Operations Bureau launched a late-night attack on the Black Saints' stronghold in Greater Shenzhen.

During that operation, one of the captains used the A-level [Silent Tomb Listener], which seemed to meet the requirements.

"Greater Shenzhen City... I think so. Most of the captains-in-chief meet the requirements, except for a very small number who are unwilling to take the risk and actively refuse. Most of them... Huh? How do you know there's a captain-in-chief in Greater Shenzhen City who meets the requirements?"

Wang Ling discovered the blind spot.

Qi Xie was taken aback.

The three action captains of the Mysterious Special Operations Bureau were silent for a moment, then all looked at Jiang Zhengyi.

The latter had unknowingly given up protesting, and now, with his hands behind his back and his head tilted back, he spoke with a sigh:

Wang Ling closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at Qi Xie again:

"In short, the only special things we can see about him right now are the [Ghost Sword] and the candidate for the Cleaner Project."

"Project Cleaner..."

Qi Xie inexplicably connected the dots to Li Chenggong's world's "Skynet Project".

Sure enough, every world develops various ways to resist the strange invasion after being confronted with it.

"However, the Cleaners Project is classified, and the Black Saints have no reason to know about it. It should be unrelated to this... So, their target is [Ghost Sword]?"

Qi Xie asked in a puzzled tone:

"Although the potential and value of the Ghost Sword are indeed very high, potential is still just potential. There is still a long way to go before this thing can be upgraded to level one."

"The Black Saint Guild would dare to take such a huge risk to ambush a captain of the Mysterious Special Forces Bureau just for a level two sealed artifact?"

It's important to understand that the Special Operations Bureau is currently maintaining a somewhat conciliatory attitude towards the Black Saint Guild.

Although the Black Saints Guild did something outrageous, it was only a small group of people, and they shouldn't be condemned outright.

After all, although the dark forces are all ruthless in their methods, in the end they all just want to survive, right?

So if you're ruthless within the traveler's circle, I won't hold it against you. After all, everyone wants to survive, it's just that you can't do that outside of the traveler's circle.

Therefore, when raiding Black Saint Guild strongholds, the Special Operations Bureau usually makes a statement in advance, giving those who do not have any real-world murder cases a chance to surrender, and only disbanding the surveillance for a period of time.

But if Jiang Zhengyi really dies in the ancient town today, things could get really out of hand.

It's not that there's nothing to be gained, but rather that the potential gains are completely disproportionate to the risks involved.

In case we completely anger the Bizarre Special Operations Bureau.

I don't know about other places, but at least in Anxia Province, and even the entire Northwest Special Operations Bureau, if they encounter a situation like Guying Town again, they will probably choose to use missiles to clear the area instead of using manpower.

Therefore, he really couldn't understand what the Black Saints were after in doing this.

The members of the Mysterious Special Operations Bureau looked at each other, none of them speaking, clearly also clueless.

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……

At this moment, somewhere in a copy that never closes.

The main theme here is gray and gloomy. A thick layer of gray fog shrouds everything, making it impossible to see the distant scenery or the ground.

And within this layer of gray fog, above the 'clouds,' tall but dilapidated office buildings, resembling abandoned buildings, 'grow' out from the gray fog and clouds.

The sky above the clouds is always crimson, forever filled with ashes of unknown origin, devoid of day and night, and devoid of any living creatures.

On the top floor of one of the office buildings, behind a luxuriously furnished desk stood a well-dressed middle-aged man.

However, at this moment, the man's expression turned ferocious. He swept his hands forcefully across the table, knocking over all the valuable tea sets and decorations, which then smashed to the ground with a clatter.

"Investigate for me..."

The man's voice suppressed extreme anger:

"Find out who's in charge of the Anxia branch in the Northwest, Xiao Yan. Bring him here personally. I want to twist his head off with my own hands!!!"

Before him, Xiao Yan had her long hair tied up and was wearing a retro-style cheongsam that was not short. The cheongsam was blood-red, and there seemed to be a layer of dim and uncertain light and shadow on its surface, making it look as if blood was flowing on the surface of the cheongsam.

She said with a solemn expression:

"Yes, Chairman..."

Knock knock knock—

However, before Xiaoyan could finish speaking, there was a sudden knock on the office door.