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"Da da da da da da da—"

The charging vest continuously emitted energy to intercept the bullets, but even so, Lin Chen still felt someone rapidly punching him repeatedly.

"Retreat! Backwards!"

The group used their trench coats to protect themselves and retreated to the end of the corridor.

As soon as she rounded the corner, Lucy raised her hand and used flames to burn down the filing cabinet above, blocking her way back.

"Merde!" Lucy cursed. "That thing copied our guns?"

“Information transformation,” Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice, “those damages are basically equivalent to not being caused at all, this is not easy to deal with.”

"How were similar anomalous entities handled before?" Lin Chen asked softly, panting.

“Generally, it requires a process of contact, evaluation, and testing,” Li Zhanyi explained to Lin Chen. “Gamma-level anomalous entities may require several rounds of this process before their weaknesses can be detected, and then a concentrated action can be taken to eliminate them.”

"So the original plan was to act a week later," Jiang Zhengge lit a cigarette. "Damn it... we need to find a paranormal researcher to handle this..."

At that moment, Professor Jürgen's voice came through the headset:

"The paranormal researchers are busy."

"Professor, how about it, any ideas?" Jiang Zhengge exhaled a puff of smoke.

"I have a plan, which is to inject an excessive amount of meaningless pheromones into its body."

Professor Jürgen's voice was accompanied by electromagnetic interference:

"For example, you can juice hundreds of substances, like tomatoes, bread, socks, garbage bags, chicken breasts, sausages... and then turn this lump of stuff into a bullet and shoot it into its body."

"In this way, it will instantly absorb a large amount of meaningless information, exceeding its information capacity limit, but it will be unable to weaponize information as before."

Even if that information were weaponized, it would only produce a bunch of tomatoes, bread, socks, garbage bags, chicken breasts, sausages...

“Sounds plausible,” Jiang Zhengge muttered, “but we have nowhere to find these things right now…”

He turned his head and saw Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi using a juicer to juice all sorts of fancy things, the faint smell of rotten eggs spreading through the maze.

Jiang Zhengge and Lucy: ...?

Noticing their gazes, Li Zhanyi looked up and grinned, giving a "V" sign.

"Report: Professor Jürgen's plan is being strictly implemented!"

"You guys... you carried these things with you?" Lucy's lips twitched as she looked at the bioweapons in the blender.

"It's always better to be prepared," Lin Chen said calmly.

"Merde!" Lucy cursed again, "It stinks!"

"..." Jiang Zhengge silently threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. He dared not inhale any more air.

In fact, Lin Chen projected all of these things; the blender was from the restaurant, as were most of the ingredients.

"All right."

After finishing stirring, Lin Chen took out a magazine, scooped out the bullets, dipped them in the bioweapon, and put them back in.

He decided to discard the magazine after the operation was over...

“…”

Everyone covered their noses and did the same thing. They didn't pursue why Lin Chen suddenly pulled out a juicer, since it really did solve their immediate problem.

Once preparations were complete, the shooting stopped in the corridor separated by a wall.

"Be careful," Jiang Zhengge whispered, "it's coming."

The footsteps drew closer, and the men raised their guns, aiming them at the collapsed wall.

"Crack!"

The wall was torn open, and the "archivist" walked in with his head down, his posture solemn.

However, just before everyone was about to fire...

It knelt on the ground and bowed its head to Lin Chen.

Like a loyal subject submitting to a monarch.

......

Chapter 53 Good Timing

The moment they saw the "archivist" kneel down, everyone froze.

As the saying goes, you can't hit someone who's smiling, let alone someone who's kneeling.

An abnormal entity, which had been locked in a life-or-death struggle with them just minutes before, was now no longer teleporting. Its steps were so cautious that it even knelt down.

What's going on here?

Lin Chen swallowed hard. Just as he was racking his brains, the "archiver" slowly stood up.

It faced Lin Chen, bent down, and bowed again:

"...the ghosts of history..." came out of its mouth in a strange tone that seemed to be a mixture of hundreds of voices.

The "archivist" stood up, pointed in a direction for Lin Chen, and then vanished in a flash amidst the howling wind.

"..."

Lin Chen turned his head and found that all three of them were staring at him.

“I don’t know it,” Lin Chen quickly said. “Really, this is the first time we’ve met.”

He knew this looked far too suspicious: an anomalous entity kneeling before him, bowing, and even giving him directions made him seem completely unlike a good person.

“Of course you don’t know it. It was just about to kill you,” Lucy waved her hand impatiently. “But…why?”

"What do you mean by 'ghosts of history'?" Jiang Zhengge frowned.

The ghosts of history...

The last time Lin Chen heard this title was from Qingtian.

He didn't know what the title meant, only that the "eldest brother" of the F Council had warned Qingtian to be careful of the ghosts of history.

The ghosts of history... seem to be associated with the "city of mirages".

Could it be...

Lin Chen recalled the only variable after the encounter: he had used the "Mirage City" to project a whole bunch of things!

The "archivist" discovered the existence of the "Mirage City," so...

Have they surrendered?

Lin Chen's fingertips trembled slightly.

He suddenly realized that the secret he held might be far more terrifying than he had imagined.

A gamma-level anomalous entity was instantly brought to its knees simply because it used the "Mirage City".

What kind of existence is that "Mirage City"?

However... not all anomalous entities succumbed to the "Mirage City"...

Lin Chen also used a projector during the previous "school" incident, and that blackboard guy didn't kneel down.

The mysteries are piling up...

Faced with the surprised looks of the crowd, Li Zhanyi quickly stepped in to smooth things over:

"Alright, alright, let's go outside and talk about it. If we don't go now, 'Captain England' will get there before us!"

“Okay,” Jiang Zhengge nodded. “Louis, give me directions.”

"Received. Keep going forward, and you'll arrive after two turns."

"..."

The group moved quickly through the archives. Along the way, the human-skin books lurking on the file shelves did not attack them, but silently watched them pass through the corridor... if they had eyes.

After descending a long slope, the group finally arrived at the confidential archives room.

Below is a spacious circular space with rows of neatly arranged file shelves, completely different from the winding maze outside.

The "archivist" seemed to have taken great care in maintaining the area, fulfilling his duties from before the transformation.

"Zhanyi, you stay on high ground and keep watch," Jiang Zhengge whispered. "Let's go down."

"receive."

Li Zhanyi took off the QBU-202 sniper rifle he had been carrying all the way, found a secluded corner on the elevated platform surrounding the classified archives, and lay down.

Lin Chen jumped down with Jiang Zhengge and Lucy and began searching through the archives.

Soon, based on the information provided by Shen Xuanyi, Lin Chen found the folder containing the "Iron Horn Bridge Project".

"found it."

Lin Chen took the file down and was about to put it away when a tremendous suction force came—

"call!"

The folder slipped from his hand and flew towards the other end of the confidential archives, where it was caught by a hand wearing blue and white gloves.

"Ha, Good Timing!"

Everyone turned around and saw "Captain England" walk in from another entrance, followed by the film crew and fully armed Foundation mercenaries.

"So it was the Rapid Response Division... that made me wander around this godforsaken place for over half an hour..."

Captain England took two steps forward, unfolding the square shield in his hand.

He tossed the file up and caught it, tossed it up and caught it again, a smug smile flashing across the half of his face that was exposed.

"I was already worried about the hassle of searching around here, but you guys really did a great job by personally handing the file to me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark blue light flashed in Jiang Zhengge's eyes.

A gust of wind blew by, and the file folder that the British captain had thrown up was swept away by the wind and flew into Jiang Zhengge's hands.

As soon as he grabbed the file folder, he removed the metal frame and stuffed it into his coat.

“You…” Captain England’s expression froze.

“Are you an idiot?” Jiang Zhengge laughed. “You act like a third-rate villain. No wonder you can’t beat Qingtian.”

"Hahahaha!" Lucy laughed.

The English captain suddenly flicked his wrist, and the square shield unfolded, its edges gleaming with a cold light.

"Fooking Buster!" the English captain roared. "Bring the stuff here!"

“If you want it, come and get it yourself,” Jiang Zhengge smiled. “However, you probably don’t want to end up like your ex, leaving behind evidence of your hurtful actions, right? Otherwise, your fledgling acting career will be over.”

"Oh..."

Lin Chen was amused by Jiang Zhengge's actions: It seems that the section chief really knows about demigods.

Their emotions are not very stable, and they can easily lose control if provoked.

This encounter with the demigod was different from the previous ones; all four of them were wearing body cameras, simultaneously transmitting video information to the outside.

The English captain lost control, and they won.

If the English captain doesn't lose control, they'll still win.

"..."

Seeing the English captain's uncertain expression, Lin Chen took two steps back:

"Section Chief, what should we say?"

"Let's retreat," Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice, "The mission is complete..."

Just as they were about to retreat, the English captain suddenly let out a low laugh:

"You bunch of mimics... do you still think you can keep deceiving me? The Bureau of Anomalies didn't take any action tonight. If they had, why didn't they inform the Foundation? Don't you know we're partners?"

The English captain raised his shield, a smug smile on his face.

"You despicable anomalous entities, how dare you try to hinder our operations! You are truly despicable."

At that moment, Lin Chen immediately raised his shotgun: