Doomsday Youth Controller

Hearing a voice behind him, Roger was startled, and reflexively jumped to the side, standing with a knife.

Looking in the direction of the voice, a teenager about his age stood in the clearing.

The other party, dressed in outdated and backward casual clothes, did not carry a weapon on his body, and suddenly appeared in this area with a dense concentration of ferocious beasts, which was very strange in itself.

Roger didn't make a sound, he first looked at the other party to make sure that the other party would not pose a threat to him, and then looked left and right.

No one else, at least not on the bright side.

"Have you heard of 'City of Dawn'?" Chen Tian spoke again.

Roger's brows furrowed, and he carefully recalled that among the trainees who participated in the "Martial Artist Assessment" this time, there was no one.

So where did the other party come from?

The place is desolate and infested with ferocious beasts, and it is impossible for any survivors to choose to settle in this vicinity.

Moreover, before the "warrior assessment", this area has long been reconnoitred, and as long as there are intruders, they will be captured by monitoring systems everywhere.

With this in mind, Roger glanced up at the air.

Two flight monitoring devices are concentrating the cameras.

Obviously, his situation here is already known to the examiner.

And that's exactly what happened.

In the improvised monitoring room, dozens of monitors are arranged, and on each monitor, there are sixteen squares, which contain the current situation of each candidate.

The situation on Roger's side is naturally among them.

The chief examiner of this "warrior assessment" reclined on a seat, holding a cup of specially brewed coffee just brewed in his hand, raised his hand, and the mouth of the cup just touched his lips, but suddenly stopped.

"Zoom in on that picture!"

The middle-aged man suddenly put down the coffee cup in his hand and pointed to a passage on the monitor.

"Yes!"

Immediately someone zoomed in on the square in the monitor.

The candidate presented was the one who made him pay special attention.

While the other candidates were still looking for the fierce beast, he had already killed a "unicorn snow wolf".

However -

this is not what catches the attention of middle-aged people, what really surprised him was that there was a second person in the picture!

"Who is that person?"

The middle-aged man had already stood up from his seat.

Although he did not remember the faces of all the candidates, he knew that none of the candidates wore that kind of clothing.

That young man, dressed in a pre-apocalyptic costume, is rare now, especially in the danger zone where ferocious beasts are infested.

"Sir, according to the results of the face recognition screening, that person is not a candidate of this session." A staff member busily said.

"How did he get into the 'assessment area'?"

The middle-aged man had already walked to the monitor.

He is the main person in charge of this "martial artist assessment", but if there is a mistake in this assessment, he is the first person responsible.

It stands to reason that the nearby areas have been set up with sirens and monitoring probes, but whenever outsiders approach, their headquarters will be alerted as soon as possible.

However,

the boy had already appeared in the "assessment area", but no information was sent.

Is there a problem with the surveillance system, or is there a problem with the teenager?

"Call up the nearby images to find out where this teenager entered and if there is anyone else." The middle-aged man spoke up again.

"Yes!"

The staff who stood by the computer began to operate for a while.

The middle-aged man was not idle, using the button in front of him to control the on-site flight monitor and point the monitoring camera at the teenager.

It is clear that he looks like a teenager with white skin and a thin body, but the more he looks at it, the more he gives people a sense of discord.

Where does this sense of discord come from?

"Sir, I have checked the routes everywhere and have not found where the other party entered from."

At this time, a staff member said with a somewhat strange expression.

That's kind of weird.

It stands to reason that even if the other party flies down from the sky, there will be traces.

However, the screen data retained by the monitoring everywhere just now was not obtained.

It's just weird.

Troubleshoot the surveillance system, unless the juvenile came out of the ground.

Or maybe his speed is beyond what the surveillance system can capture.

"Didn't find it?"

The middle-aged man's volume increased abruptly.

His brow furrowed even more, and he could kill a fly.

"Yes, sir!"

"Check again!" After a pause, the middle-aged man added, "Let a rescue team go to Area G3 and bring that teenager back." Remember, try not to get into conflict as much as possible. The

order was quickly sent.

"Warrior assessment", accompanied by life danger, the task of the "rescue team" is to reduce the mortality rate and save those candidates who have lost their assessment ability as much as possible.

If there are candidates who want to give up halfway, they can use the signal tube, and then there will be a nearby "rescue team" to bring them out.

The middle-aged man stared straight at the surveillance screen, and under the capture of the high-definition camera, the teenager's face was extremely clear.

Suddenly, the

middle-aged man finally realized what the sense of violation he felt before was.

"There are no footprints behind him!"

After this thought flashed in his mind, the middle-aged man once again manipulated the button in front of him.

At this moment, the picture in the monitor changed, mainly showing the picture of the young man's feet.

The boy, like a statue in the snow, had no footprints around the area where he stood.

This is simply incomprehensible.

On the side of the teenager, there is no such auxiliary device as the "flying pedal", so how did he do it?

Weird, really weird.

Could it be that the other party is a ghost?

Or is he actually a virtual image?

Just when the middle-aged man's thoughts were spinning, the surveillance screen was suddenly interrupted.

"What's going on?" The middle-aged man asked angrily.

At such an important time, how can the monitor drop the chain, did the subordinates not check the equipment in accordance with the regulations?

In the monitor at the moment, only the four big words "signal interruption" are displayed.

"Connect me to the 'rescue team' that I just sent!" The middle-aged man was busy.

Soon, a man's voice came out of the earpiece: "This is Squad 15, please instruct!"

"How long until you arrive at G3?"

"Report sir, due to the terrain, in three more minutes, we can reach the G3 area."

"After arriving at the G3 area, stand by and contact me at all times!"

"Yes!"

After that, the middle-aged man said to the staff in the room: "Launch an unmanned reconnaissance plane and go to the G3 area." Always keep an eye on other areas, find the situation, and report to me immediately! "

Yes!"

The room resounded in unison.

By the time the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft reached the G3 zone, there were no more people there.

There was only one slaughtered ferocious beast, lying quietly in the snow.