Building a Salvation Organization from Scratch

Chapter 13 New Abyss Rift
"This is the information I have compiled these days, you can take a look when you are free."

Chen Sheng, who already lived in the headquarters of Yongzhou, handed out a document to Baiyu who came to the headquarters every day.

As a leader, when there are no tasks to provide high experience, he doesn't have much to do for the time being.

Therefore, he is always perceiving the general situation on the sun-shrouded half of the earth, paying attention to whether there are new cracks in the abyss.

In addition, a piece of information was sorted out in the past few days.

This information will become the necessary initial information for everyone who joins Yongzhou in the future.

Hearing this, Bai Yu was not in a hurry to report on the work of these days, but instead took over the materials and began to browse.

"These are... monster introductions?"

Bai Yu quickly flipped through a few sheets, which basically recorded all kinds of hand-drawn drawings of monsters and related information.

The monster pictures hand-painted with a hard pen look very vivid.

Although he has never studied art, Chen Sheng, as an extraordinary person, has excellent control over his body.It is still easy to do one-to-one copying based on the memory in your mind.

"Some typical and common monsters within the third level must be remembered as members of the organization."

Chen Sheng said so.

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

A qualified salvation organization should know enough about its opponents.

Otherwise, it would be a pity if the members of the organization suffer losses due to insufficient information in the future.

Looking at Bai Yu in front of him who was still browsing the information, Chen Sheng was about to say something more: "This afternoon is almost over, you have dinner..."

In the middle of speaking, Chen Sheng's face suddenly changed.

He stood up, frowning slightly.

Seeing this, Bai Yu was stunned, and immediately asked with a serious face, "What's wrong?"

"Crack in the abyss." Chen Sheng said concisely.

This time, the new abyss rift appeared on the border of the country of America, and there was quite a time difference with Zhonghai City on the side of the country of Hua.

Although just now when the sun was shining on the United States, Chen Sheng probably felt the appearance of the crack in the abyss immediately through the sunlight.

But this was still delayed due to jet lag, and the situation there was already a little anxious.

His perception, which still uses sunlight as the medium, is indeed broad, but Chen Sheng's cpu was almost burned, and he was barely able to roughly filter and check the information of the illuminated hemisphere.

Moreover, there was a limitation in the range of light. If the remaining hemisphere had cracks in the abyss at night, Chen Sheng really had no choice.

They have taken turns to monitor half of the world, and it is unrealistic to insist on Chen Sheng for the rest.

He is the leader, not the cattle.

And this situation highlights the importance of building a global intelligence system.

Yongri must have its own satellite and have enough intelligence personnel around the world.Or pray that the system can reward the extraordinary version of the intelligence acquisition function.

One person fighting alone is indeed a little weak for the situation that needs to save the world.

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In the dimly lit space, everything around was a bit unrecognizable.

Depressed and humid, challenging the tight nerves every moment.

When the dripping water in the darkness exploded on the tip of his nose, Yazd Russell opened his eyes suddenly.

"This is where?"

Whispering in a low voice, the man with long brown curly hair sat up from the cold ground.

Yazd Russell frowned, his memory still remained in the barking of dogs from the dense forest in the dark night, and the bright flashlights that the armed mercenaries hit him in the face.

Then there was darkness.

"Almost died directly, the dose of anesthesia injection used by those bastards is really high."

A voice sounded beside the disheveled Yazd Russell.

He followed the sound and saw that it was a bald and strong man who was sitting up while holding his head against the corner of the wall.

This is an acquaintance, Angel Romero.

Unlike him, who is more intelligent, Angel Romero is a big guy who is good at dancing fists, and he is also his life partner.

"What the hell happened, Romero?"

Russell looked at Romero who stood up in the dark corner of the wall, and then looked at the closed space surrounded by iron railings.

There were some speculations in his heart, but he didn't dare to face them for a while.

"Obviously, we missed it."

Romero staggered to Russell's side, and sat down directly, not minding the wet ground.

"Our undercover investigation was still discovered. A dozen or so armed guys with hounds captured the two of us alive."

"You kid fell down before you could react."

"I lasted a few tens of seconds longer than you, strangled a hound, and then I couldn't dodge it and was directly taken down by the anesthesia needle."

"Next, we who are locked up here are basically waiting to die."

Romero gave a helpless wry smile, and then patted his good friend on the shoulder.

Hearing this, Russell fell silent.

He was not without danger.

But this is the first time I have encountered such a desperate situation.

Over the years, in order to fight against those who still try to sell modern slaves in modern society, he tried every means to fight and save people.

Survived too many licks of blood.

But this time, it was clearly hopeless.

Who would have thought that it was just a simple investigation, but the two of them were captured alive by a large number of enemies who had ambushed them.

Now that it falls into the hands of this well-known black and evil force, there is a high probability that they will wait until the anesthesia effect on the body disappears completely, and then experience some inhuman torture.

until death.

"Do you regret it?"

Russell looked at the burly man beside him and hugged his shoulders and asked in a low voice.

"regret?"

Romero chuckled, glanced at Russell and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Russell also smiled softly.

This kind of question doesn't make sense.

The two of them had already decided on the life goals they would strive for for the rest of their lives.

Together as volunteers of the WHO, they went to support Southeast Asia, helping local residents with low medical standards for free.

Then, by chance, they witnessed the darkness hidden behind this world.

Human trafficking!

Of the 5000 million modern-day slaves counted by the United Nations, the Asia-Pacific region accounts for more than half.

Too many people in this area have lived a life of displacement due to human trafficking.

Behind these tragedies, there are too many conflicts of interest.

Two people who wanted to be volunteers resolutely embarked on a path destined to struggle for a lifetime.

And the reason why they appeared in a manor in a dense forest in the United States today is also because of a line they have been following for the past few years.

An evil group that often buys people in Aceh, Indonesia to use them as drug mules. The so-called drug mules are living people who use their bodies to deliver small pills.

They have been collecting relevant evidence and trying to find a way to rescue the victim.

Only now...

Because of their carelessness, they also fell into the urn.

ps: I didn't dare to write in detail, as long as everyone knows it.

(End of this chapter)