The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 468: Internal and external cooperation, abandoned file (4k)

Spitalfields Christ Church was built in the early eighteenth century. The surrounding area was once a very prosperous commercial and trade center, attracting merchants and immigrants from all over the world.

In order to meet the religious needs of these immigrants, the church was built and its basement became one of the important gathering places for the secret party at that time. After several secret expansions and renovations, it gradually became the location of the Cassel College branch that manages the British region.

The church is in Baroque style as a whole, with white marble spires piercing the sky. Together with the ancient arched structure and thick stone walls, it creates a solemn atmosphere, making people feel the passage of time and the weight of history.

What ordinary tourists would never expect is that, underneath this not-so-big ancient church, there is an underground space that is ten times larger and filled with modern facilities.

There are nearly a thousand executive officers from the London branch stationed here. In addition to handling various dragon-related matters, they also deal in gold and oil futures. It is an important source of funds for the college headquarters, and greatly makes up for the shortfall in the board of directors' annual investment in Cassel.

The financial trading hall, located in the center of the deep underground space, is a huge circular space. The walls are inlaid with a large number of LCD screens, which scroll various financial data and market dynamics. Hundreds of traders in neat suits sit in front of their computers.

In a corner of the hall, intelligence analysts from the London branch of Kassel were busy working. They stared at the computer screens, calling complex mathematical models and forecasting algorithms, collecting and analyzing various information on the global financial market, and providing accurate data support for traders.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of an intelligence analyst. He quickly clicked the mouse and sent an important piece of intelligence to the big screen in the trading hall.

Just tonight, a piece of news that shocked the world exploded in the financial world like thunder - a new oil field called Vaca Muerta was discovered in the eastern part of the Andes in Argentina. It has an excellent geological structure and is relatively easy to exploit.

According to preliminary estimates, it contains up to 160 billion barrels of oil and 308 trillion cubic feet of natural gas, making it undoubtedly the largest discovery of Argentine oil reserves since the late 20s.

Spokespersons of two oil companies, YPF and Pan American Energy, as well as Mr. Frank Laurent, former senior vice president of Albright Stonebridge Group and current managing director and senior oil analyst of British Petroleum (BP), all said:
The development of the Vaca Muerta oil field will be a harbinger of a possible significant increase in global oil supply in the next twenty years, and related stock markets will have great opportunities to rise in the next three months.

As soon as the news came out, the London International Petroleum Exchange fluctuated like waves. The numbers on the K-line of the market were beating like a twitching heart, and the emotions of investors were instantly ignited.

However, in this financial frenzy, the traders in the London branch appeared unusually calm and composed, as if they had anticipated it and immediately began relevant work.

"This is great news!" A young trader beamed with joy. "As the Laurent family revealed in advance, the Vaca Muerta oil field has been successfully explored. We must act quickly!"

"That's right! With the inside information, this is our chance to make a fortune." Another experienced trader also agreed: "But we still have to be careful. The market reaction may be very drastic. We need to pay close attention to market dynamics and do a good job of risk control."

"There's still an hour until the market closes, do more short-term trading!"

The traders began to get busy. They opened the trading software on their computers and started placing orders. Their fingers danced quickly on the keyboard. Their operations were decisive and precise. Every click represented the flow of millions of funds.

At the other end of the trading hall, the servers of Kassel's London branch also began to run at high speed.

The cooling fans are whirring, the indicator lights are flashing brightly, and it is constantly receiving information from all over the world, analyzing and predicting it through complex algorithms, and sending the results to traders' computers to provide them with accurate data support.

Perhaps many people have guessed that the oil field discovered this time was actually a hidden chess piece laid by the previous head of the Laurent family. It had been discovered long ago and was used to manipulate the situation at a critical moment and revitalize the family's mining and financial industries.

However, just as the London branch had reached a deep cooperation with the Laurent family and had taken time out to conduct frequent oil options transactions, neglecting to keep an eye on the people involved in the "Mysterious Case of the Dead Dream", an unexpected accident occurred across a nearly two-meter-thick high-strength concrete floor.

That was the upper level of the financial trading hall, a strictly confidential underground space. Soft lights illuminated worried faces. Dozens of outsiders wearing monitoring bracelets were lined up, holding registration forms in their hands, and undergoing brain wave scans one by one.

After the examination, the personnel cannot leave immediately. They also need to enter the inner room surrounded by electrostatic shielding devices and undergo an MRI examination. It is hoped that these modern medical methods can be used to detect and identify the infection characteristics of the "Dead Dream Meme".

In long-term research, it is found that the influence of spiritual elements can be weakened by electromagnetic field interference. This is the consensus of major hybrid organizations today. Relying on rich task processing experience, relevant researchers have made inferences similar to Zhao Qing.

The accompanying specialists wore masks and wrapped their bodies with fine metal mesh. They stared at their watches and paid close attention to the time. They felt as if every second was a year. They couldn't wait to get the results out so that they could escort these foreign hybrids back to the isolation room.

Although experts say that with multiple protections and the use of sedatives, they should theoretically not become the next target of the "death dream meme" mental spread and have a certain resistance to it, but no one knows what the actual situation is.

There is no doubt that before trying to study the principles of this bizarre incident and find a solution, we must first ensure our own safety so that we have a chance to curb the deteriorating situation.

However, at this critical moment, something unexpected happened. An old man who looked a little excited just came out of the shielding door and started to recite the ancient language. His pupils lit up with a fiery golden color, and an invisible field unfolded, covering the entire room.

The skin of all the people being examined began to ooze red, as if they were burning with fire. Their hearts were beating violently, pumping large amounts of blood throughout their bodies, and their body functions were strengthened several times in an instant.

Word Spirit: King's Servant, Serial Number 28, strengthens the physical fitness of living things within the domain. In ancient times, the dragons used this word spirit to inspire the humans and even beasts who were loyal to them and strengthened them into an army.

As this group released the enhanced Word Spirits, the eyes of the other people being examined became sharp, and their golden pupils lit up like those of the old man, and they quickly released their own Word Spirits.

Some people's nails were instantly pulled out and grew longer, turning into daggers. Some people bent their bodies forward to gather strength, and then pounced towards the commissioners. Balls of burning phosphorous fire fluttered in the room, and wind blades and air bullets were fired randomly, blasting small holes in the wall.

What is shocking is that these low-level hybrids, who are only C-level and D-level in the registration information, although the serial numbers of the words they release are not high, their power is much greater than under normal conditions, and is close to the level of B-level and A-level.

As they were almost defenseless, several specialists on the field lost their combat effectiveness in the blink of an eye in the surprise attack. Their protective clothing was torn, their bones and tendons were broken, and blood was flowing. They had no time to use their firearms.

"What... are you trying to do?" A seriously injured commissioner fell to the ground, his hand being stepped on by the old man as he was about to press the alarm. He felt incredulous that the people who had been quite cooperative would actually cause such a riot. Don't they know the consequences of doing so?

As hybrids who might be infected by the "Death Dream Meme", everyone was quarantined and checked in the London branch. This was an order recognized by the secret party and major organizations, and it was the best way to deal with it. There was no reason to resist violently because of this matter.

Moreover, just in case, each high-blooded, dangerous hybrid was examined individually to ensure that the specialists present had an advantage in force. Under normal circumstances, a dozen C-level and D-level soldiers would never overwhelm several fully equipped specialists.

Unless there is a major conspiracy behind this group of people, in order to sneak into the London branch, they deliberately forged the bloodline rating information, exposed themselves to the threat of memes, and thus got a legitimate opportunity to enter, and then took advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack and break through the protection measures here from the inside. …

The old man kicked the commissioner unconscious, took off his equipment, and rushed to the corridor outside with a dozen mixed-race people holding guns. He started a fierce battle with the commissioners who came to support him, and gained the upper hand by relying on his bloodline advantage.

These people quickly spread out along the underground passages and came to the room where other suspected infected people were being kept, and released their accomplices who had been arranged long ago.

At the same time, probably receiving the signal to attack, several individual missiles flew out and hit Spitalfields Church on the ground. Bricks and stones exploded, smoke filled the air, tongues of fire spewed out from the broken windows, and the entire church was engulfed in the flames generated by the explosion.

The specialists in the branch's monitoring room were all shocked. They had never expected that the mixed-bloods, who were supposed to be examined and isolated for observation, would riot in such a unified manner, and seemed to have some kind of tacit coordination with other forces.

This was clearly a long-planned plan with internal and external collusion!

The underground space, which was originally well-organized, was now in chaos. Explosions, gunshots, and shouts were heard one after another. The specialists tried to organize a defense line, but faced with those rioting hybrids who were close to the A-level on average, they seemed powerless.

At the entrance of the financial trading hall, several traders who received the news heard the alarm and tried to close the heavy metal door, but it was too late. The enemy's attack came like a tide, drowning them in chaos.

The aftermath of the explosion shook the entire underground space, and the pillars of the financial trading hall began to collapse in the violent shaking. The walls cracked, the ceiling collapsed, and in the chaos, the traders here fled in all directions, looking for a chance to escape.

However, they soon discovered that the escape route, which was supposed to be safe, was now blocked by the enemy, with choking smoke spreading downward. Only an elevator filled with gray fog was somehow intact, standing quietly in the corner.

The elevator door slowly opened, and gray fog poured out, dyeing the surrounding air hazy and looking extremely mysterious. The commissioners looked at each other, feeling uneasy.

Although this might be the only chance of escape, they had no idea what was hidden in the gray fog. They could only vaguely glimpse a distorted and blurry black figure standing inside, pressing buttons on the panel.

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Inside the reception room of Syon Palace, 20 kilometers away.

Ange stared at the 3D stereoscopic image synthesized from multiple camera videos, his eyes fixed on the gray fog elevator, watching a group of people rushing into the space that could not possibly accommodate so many people, and then slowly pulled out a folding knife from the inner pocket of his suit.

It was a large folding knife of ancient style. It was his personal weapon, made from the fragments of the Atkan long sword of Menek Cassel, the first generation leader of the Lionheart Society.

Its antler handle was old and mottled, and the slightly curved blade had twisted lines that were wildly beautiful. There were vine carvings on the back of the blade, with Angers' name engraved on it, and the blade was the same blood red as the Philosopher's Stone.

Zhao Qing took a casual glance and was slightly surprised, because in her perception, there seemed to be tremendous energy hidden inside the folding knife, almost comparable to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sword in her hand.

Considering that this is just a fragment, the Atkan sword in its full state must be a treasure comparable to a divine weapon.

Obviously, the sword passed down in the Cassel family has an unusual origin, which may involve the top alchemy master among the dragon clan. There is a huge secret hidden behind it.

Outside the window, probably affected by the elemental turbulence, the cumulonimbus clouds that had been growing thicker in the morning began to sink rapidly, with strong winds, lightning and thunder. At first it was just a drizzle, but it soon turned into white curtains.

"This is simply declaring war on the secret party!" Mr. Turing muttered to himself, his voice trembling: "Which daring force forged the bloodline information of these hybrids? Could the emergence of the 'Dead Dream Meme' also be a conspiracy of the other party?"

"Retrieve the identity information and data of all the enemies involved in this incident, and focus on checking the bloodline ratings that don't match the actual situation, and look for common points among them." Angé took a deep breath, his pupils burning with blazing golden flames, and veins popping out on the back of his hands.

It seemed that he really wanted to rush straight to the battlefield over there, but considering that the distance between the two places was not enough to get there quickly, he could only suppress the anger in his heart and try to use Eva's analysis to figure out the origin of the enemy.

"I plan to go over and take a look first." Shi Yi Guang looked a little sad and whispered to Zhao Qing, "There should be a lot of innocent people who have been implicated and killed or injured over there. If we can save as many as possible, we can save them..."

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At the same time, a few kilometers away from the attack site, in the Dorchester Hotel next to Hyde Park, the Oliver Miser Suite on the seventh floor has a gorgeous interior decoration.

Su Enxi was wearing a thin skirt and pacing in her room. She looked at the fire in the distance through the rain and mist, dialed a number on her cell phone, and chewed potato chips:

"As expected, the London branch was attacked. I couldn't conduct normal trading operations, which caused a lot of my positions to be blown up. I made a lot of money... By the way, who is the other party? Why are they so arrogant and openly going to war with the secret party? Boss, what do you think?"

"Good evening, Enxi." The boss spoke slowly, "The reason is very simple. In the eyes of some people, this world line has become useless because of the new powerful interference factors. Before paying an extremely huge price to restart the game, we naturally have to make more use of it to collect some useful intelligence for the next start and hone our skills."

"Scrap the file? Restart the world line?" Su Enxi obviously didn't understand what her boss meant. "A powerful force has mastered this ability. Without any worries, they are ready to test some new weapons to see what the specific effects are?"

"Those hybrids whose bloodlines were temporarily enhanced are one of the products of the experimental technology used this time? In the British health system information database collected by the secret party, it seems that many of these people have AIDS? Could it be that this is caused by the biological experiment?"

Her words vaguely revealed her astonishing authority to access a large amount of secret party information, as if she, like Ange, had just carefully watched the surveillance video of the London branch.

"The cause and effect are wrong." The boss said with a smile: "Because they are AIDS patients, their physical condition meets the requirements of the forces behind the scenes, so they were 'voluntarily' subjected to biological experiments and turned into acquired high-level hybrids that can be mass-produced."

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Added to 4.5k, water wave British blood contamination scandal

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Restarting is not a complete restart, it is related to the character level. If a Dragon King-level target is killed, it cannot be resurrected even if the world line is changed.