Abnormal creatures' communication group

He didn't think he had such ability and magic. Although he gave those people so many choices, there were probably only a few who were truly loyal to her, and the rest were all illusions brought about by the contract.

But the supervisors didn't care because they were so good to work with and that was enough.

All the abnormalities under the control of the contract fell into a kind of almost silent calm after the brief agitation. If it were not for dealing with Angela, there would not even be a need for those employees to pretend to enter the containment room to observe, and there would be no possibility of them rioting.

This is not enough. When necessary, the bionic people can disguise themselves as the rabbits to provide sufficient fire support.

Of course, such deception won’t last long, but the supervisor doesn’t need it to last that long either.

When the 12th employee walked into Bai Ye's containment room, everyone gripped their weapons tightly.

Compared to when it first came in, the other party now has four pairs of wings, and its originally black body has turned pure white. The sacred color appearing on this abnormal body makes it look inexplicably unsettling.

The other person extended his wings and, as always, offered a warm, seemingly friendly hug to the incoming employee.

He held the employee so close until the bell rang and the scarlet eyes opened.

499 May all those who insist on going their own way eventually find the right path

An indescribable sound came from all directions. It was so strange and so brilliant. Even if you blocked your ears or lost your eardrums, you could not stop this strange sound from entering your mind, let alone dispel it.

Contact with employees was not severed. The supervisor calmly watched as messages were delivered one after another, which would have made countless people despair in the past.

The Twelve Apostles Have Been Chosen

The 11 employees howled in agony, their flesh and blood deformed, transforming into monsters wearing bird-beak masks and carrying giant Death's scythe blades. This meant that from the very beginning of this war, they would lose 12 companions who had fought side by side with them.

"TT2 agreement is completely invalid"

The moment the TT2 protocol, the supervisor's biggest assistant and the regulator of time, becomes invalid, it means that he can no longer accelerate or pause time through this protocol. This means that he has to make sufficiently correct decisions in a short period of time.

"The monitoring page has been taken over"

The huge screen was shining brightly, accompanied by the eerie and magnificent music, which meant that all possibilities of escape were eliminated unless he wanted to shrink in the corner of the room like a coward.

"Breakout Containment at Night"

Such large characters almost take up the entire screen.

But the supervisor simply tapped the table twice with his knuckles.

It's the same old routine again.

He thought this silently.

The supervisor took a deep breath, and before he could give any instructions, he looked up at the old equipment that was a gift from Tony Stark and was about to be eliminated and placed on the corner of the table.

His originally nervous mood was somewhat relieved, and he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips into a smile.

Although he had not asked Tony Stark to update those things for a long time, the strength of those things gradually failed to keep up with the strength of the abnormalities, and they were eventually eliminated and placed in the warehouse.

But no matter what, those things accompanied him through the early days when he had almost nothing, allowing him to achieve the best solution with the least resources.

He quickly put away his smile because he had something very important to do and didn't have time to reminisce.

He stared calmly at the surveillance panel. Eleven deformed apostles dropped their sickles, wailed in pain, and shed their monster skins, revealing their curled-up human inner selves.

Blood and some flesh threads were still stuck to their bodies, making them look like babies who had just been separated from their mother's womb, as if they had just established a new connection with the world. At this moment, they were closing their eyes tightly, with painful expressions on their faces.

The supervisor was not stingy in comforting them from the source of the contract, and a large amount of points were poured in. Their originally painful expressions gradually became peaceful, and finally they looked like they were asleep.

"Each unit should bring their personnel back to a safe area. I don't want any of them to be missed in this incident."

"I emphasize again, this time is different from the past. There will be no second chance. If we succeed, everything will be over. If we fail, we will have to bear the consequences ourselves."

"All weapons are unlocked. I allow you to use abilities beyond the specifications."

The Q-version characters displayed on the surveillance page are very cute. They carry their companions back to the lounge in an orderly manner, either on their backs or on their shoulders. In such a style of painting, even monsters like that probably don't look hideous.

However, with the increase in contracts, the supervisor has long been able to unify the style of painting he sees with theirs. Now he still uses such templates just to avoid operational errors.

After all, some of the objects in custody are really very mentally impactful. When time cannot be stopped, even if they just frown or subconsciously raise their hands to cover their eyes, it will bring immeasurable impacts and consequences.

He had to concentrate.

After all, those people trusted him so much.

That emphatic statement applied not only to the employees but also to himself.

"Control staff are on standby for now. I don't want that pink jelly to sneak out while we're suppressing White Night. I think you can handle this."

Like putting that thing in a containment room and giving it a good beating.

The supervisor thought expressionlessly.

When he thought of this, he inexplicably felt a little emotional. He had never had such a joking idea before, nor did he have such a wonderful sense of humor. Perhaps when getting along with the people he was chatting with, no matter how he tried to observe as a bystander, he would inevitably fall into it and be strangely assimilated.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

The supervisor was distracted for a moment but immediately collected his thoughts. The moment was so short that he could still speak coherently.

"Intelligence and Training Department staff dispersed, grabbed their weapons and prepared to handle certain emergencies."

"The rest of you press forward, pay attention to your position, and make sure to preserve the opponent's last bit of form."

“I will personally come forward when the time comes.”

His last words were not spoken out loud or issued through a monitor, but were spoken through the contract and all the contracted parties.

As he finished his last sentence.

Everything started to move, like the tightly connected gears in a precision instrument. The moment they started to turn completely, Bai Ye became a prisoner.

At this moment, the music entering the supervisor's ears became even more magnificent, as if it was praising the "Lord" of all things.

The madness contained within it becomes more and more vigorous, trying to entangle the human heart, holding it tightly, and finally piercing the heart with twisted thorns, leaving it riddled with holes, leading the person towards the madness of destruction.

But the supervisor will firmly hold on to the anchor of reason, and no matter how strong the wind and waves ahead are, he will stand firm.

He will stand in front of everyone. As long as he stands there, as long as he does not retreat, all those who look at his figure will have more eager expectations, and they will also have an extra lighthouse to glimpse in the dark wind and waves.

He will move forward towards everyone, he will lead everyone forward, no matter what the cost, even if his head is broken and bleeding, even if his bones are broken, even if he is skinned and eaten, he must move forward.

He had no room to retreat, nor was he allowed any reason to retreat.

This is who he is.

He was a stubborn person many years ago, and he is still a stubborn person now.

Fortunately, compared to many years ago, he now has more followers with the same will.

No longer are there just a few people walking alone on this road.

They would light torches, and countless torches would gather together to form a road to the sky.

500 Prudence! Self-discipline! Justice! And unparalleled courage!

Benno stood calmly in the elevator. Even the slow progress of time eventually took away all his immaturity.

His face was still the same, but the determination in his expression and the calmness in his movements all showed that he was no longer the boy he used to be.

He was looking back on his past now, and he didn't even feel dazed.

There was no other way. The road he had embarked on already had a great leader walking in front of him. He only needed to follow that ray of light and keep walking forward with determination. That was enough.

The human-like voices made by Bai Ye still echoed in the stairwell. The sound was not so violent as to shock people's hearts and blood vessels, but they were still trembling slightly under the influence of this music, as if their bodies were beginning to feel fear uncontrollably.

Even with such thorough training, they had no way to resist this body instinct. Benno helplessly raised his hand and touched the thing blocking his ears. They not only relied on this thing to communicate with their supervisor unilaterally, but also relied on it to block out certain annoying noises.

They also relied on these headphones when they suppressed the band before. Although the effect was limited, it at least saved their ears some torture.

He pressed the button at the top, maximizing the shielding effect. The trembling of his body seemed to subside a little. The other employees followed suit. They simultaneously raised their hands to press the buttons in their ears and clenched their weapons.

However, the shielding effect is set to the maximum, which means that there is no way for them to communicate effectively. But it doesn’t matter, the supervisor will guide them, and they just need to listen.

The scarlet shock wave hit the elevator shell made of special metal heavily, causing the elevator to shake.

Benno held a mimic and wore scarlet armor with faint silver lines flowing across it, outlining the imprint of a contract.

The blue resistance of this set of armor is not high, but with the blessing of the contract, this small and insignificant shortcoming can be completely ignored.

When the sharp weapon fell on the opponent, Benno realized that he seemed to have overestimated his opponent. The opponent was not someone who could be slaughtered at will, but that was all.

The trouble the other party brought him was not even as great as that of a WAW-level abnormality.

After all, he was not so mature or steady at that time. He would occasionally get flustered and make mistakes. He even almost lost half of his arm or even half his life.

There are even cases where people actually lose their lives.

To the extent that facing such a guy, the heart-wrenching pain is not a big deal.

However, he still remained extremely vigilant, because this was the ending that the supervisor expected, and this was the ending that all of them expected. No one wanted to waste their life in repetitive days. They had gained so much, and they should expand their strength in a broader world.

The sharp weapon fell on the "God", the void liquid flowed, the loud bell sound became sharper and harsher, and the broad wings flapped in an orderly manner, bringing up a gust of wind.

But that's all.

Without his 11 servants, the "God" was like being nailed to a cross, with sharp nails piercing each of his broad wings, making him look like a lamb to be slaughtered.

What is the fate of the lamb? It is to be slaughtered.

They tore every wing of the "god." White feathers rained down, almost covering the entire spacious lounge. But the other party still used his huge, blood-red eyes to express incomprehensible emotions to everyone equally.

However, the other party's current appearance was so miserable and lacked dignity that it did not arouse anyone's fear. Instead, it added a bit of humor.

Then, everything around them stopped moving, and the feathers still floating in the air froze abruptly. Except for the team and the Abnormality that had lost its ability to resist, everything else was still.

The supervisor got off the elevator and stepped into the place. He waved his hand, dispelling the feathers that were solidified in the air and scattered everywhere, and made a passage.

The supervisor's heart was very calm, so calm that when he paused time and opened the points to see them falling down, he did not show any negativity. He just picked up a weapon that obviously did not belong to this world, aimed it at the abnormality, and pulled the trigger.

A huge hole was pierced through the Abnormal, and it was staggering as if it was about to fall to the ground.

The Supervisor knew that such harm was meaningless to beings like them. Even if they perished at this moment, they would recover the next moment. They were dug out from the deepest part of the well - the collection of all consciousnesses.

They are the basis of all existence, without death or aging, and they are eternal with everything.

"It stands to reason that I should negotiate with you now for my own benefit—to get less loss."

The supervisor took a step forward, gun in hand, an inscrutable smile on his face.

"The fact that you can understand our language and even communicate with us proves that you have a certain degree of autonomy."

He took another step forward, getting closer and closer to the other party. All the employees held their breath and stood there silently, like silent sculptures.

"Even if you have your own opinions and insistence, even if the Abnormality cannot change the facts you are stubbornly holding, I can still use deception or other means to make you willingly sign the contract."

At this moment, the supervisor was only an arm's length away from the other person. She was almost touching the other person's scarlet eyes, and he was almost touching the other person's hideous wound. He stood there motionless.

"As long as you sign the contract, you will be like a rubber that I can use as I please."

The supervisor raised his hand and fired again. The opponent fell completely to the ground, unable to even maintain his shape. The surroundings of his body began to become like liquid, as if he was in some kind of slow dissolution, and would return again after a period of time.

"But I don't want to do that."

"We want a complete victory."

"A perfect prelude to the attack."

"We didn't do all this just to bow down to the monsters at the last moment."

The supervisor finally looked away and slowly scanned all the employees. He knew that the employees in other places also heard his entire words through the contract.

"The company has taught you a lot. When facing these monsters, don't forget to be cautious and meticulous in every detail. Don't forget to be self-disciplined and always stay on your toes in the studio. Don't forget justice. This is why you're here."

"But never forget, courage is our capital to fight against everything."

The supervisor fired another shot, but not at the monster. The monster had reached its limit, and he wanted to subdue it instead of wasting time and let it die. He just fired a shot at the ceiling.

Time began to flow from this moment, and the lines of the contract were imprinted on the monster's body. He poured in points without regard for the cost, and the words of countless failures floated before his eyes.

Until that one and only time - success!

501 Supervisor, Supervisor

How did they get to this point?

The supervisor doesn’t know.

All the supervisor knew was that he had to, and must, move forward.

He pushed open the door and saw Angela standing there quietly as expected. She was still as beautiful as ever, and she vaguely touched his heartstrings.