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For Renrad, the cancellation of the vacation was annoying, but he also knew the special nature of his work, which had long determined that it was difficult for him to enjoy the life of ordinary people.

About three years ago, Lenrad was an agent at the FBI, and now he serves a mysterious organization called the EditorialCommitteeonhumanhistory. … When it comes to the background of this mysterious organization, it should be similar to the "Black Man" and "Ghostbusters" institutions, mainly dealing with some extraordinary events that ordinary investigative departments cannot get involved in.

Lenrad is a high-level student who graduated from the University of Maryland. He majored in physics and also has a degree in forensic science. He has an excellent "practice experience", and it is exactly this way that he can take up his current job.

When he arrived at the scene, his old partner was leaning against the door, smoking a cigarette, and vomiting mist on his mouth. This **** is an old cigarette. When he met for the first time, Lenrad thought so, because he found carefully that the other man ’s right index finger and **** smoked yellow, and whenever he was, Guy Smolders had a faint tar smell all over him.

This man is comparable in size to a football player, looks taller and more powerful than ordinary people, and is not a fake. He graduated from the West Berlin Military Academy and has served the military and special services for the past three decades, and it was because of this experience that he was entrusted with the immediate task.

"You're finally here, Lenrad, you're at least forty minutes late."

"In half an hour, I plan to take my children and wife to the West Coast for a vacation, and you just call everything to make things worse."

The two walked side by side, opening the door with the yellow warning tape, and they walked to the lower floor of the Aigleley Experimental Building.

"Are you not using an elevator?"

"The power line is still under repair, and even the lights can't be turned on. This place is temporarily blocked by our people."

As soon as the two entered the staircase in the basement, they saw a large number of C-class personnel wearing protective clothing, removing all traces.

They set up temporary lighting and were busy up and down the stairs. Most C-level personnel are responsible for a lot of work and are very busy, but the careful Lenrad is very happy to find that he did not see the corpse brought up.

Because of work, Renrad always encounters that kind of bad situation, all kinds of rotten, smelly corpses.

To be honest, he doesn't like corpses, and although he is qualified as a forensic doctor, he doesn't like to do autopsy or write a dossier.

It was found that no body had been lifted up, which also changed his somewhat uneasy mood.

"So there are no dead people this time?"

What a blessing! He even lightened his tone.

Guy Smolders scoffed at his concerns.

"You mean a dead man ... what should I say, the blessing of a certain supervisor, and the order of" take extreme killing in extreme circumstances ", including a small unit of the" trickster "tactical special service team, totaling ten The two excellent people, as well as thirty ordinary civilians labeled here as 'dangerous', went to see God together a few hours ago. "

"The" Trickster "tactical task force, isn't that Wharton's man?"

He remembered that it seemed like a newly promoted supervisor, probably eager to perform, before giving such a reckless order. No ... it's not necessarily. The elites who can rise to that position are mostly thoughtful, and there may be some hidden intentions behind their seemingly strange moves.

This involves one of the most despicable and shameless studies of human beings, which is called "political operation", and the complicated, entangled and artificial network of interpersonal relationships pursued by such "learning". So many times, it's completely different from the idea that our normal people are used to. In the political world, black is not black and white is not white. "Correct" is sometimes wrong, and "error" is sometimes correct. That's Lenrad and Guy->> , please call me the latest chapter of Lord Evil God for the fastest update!

This kind of survival mode is very annoying to people, and it is also a circle of trouble that they try to avoid getting involved.

"Lenrad, Guy, you are here."

Standing on the third-floor staircase entrance door was a tall black man wearing a brown trench coat, a bald head, thin cheekbones, and a maverick image.

Hardly considering his wonderful southern accent and the dark red eyes appearing in the dark, the light of the footsteps of the pointed shoes he was wearing, he knew who was coming.

"Joshua."

Renrad didn't know much about this man, but he was the superior of himself and Guy Smodes. In the past three years, all the tasks related to the task were caused by this man named "Joshua" To them.

"We were deliberately brought to us. Did someone mess up the incident?"

Guy blew a whistle.

"That has nothing to do with me and you. Your work is the same as in the past, identifying, searching, analyzing, and using everything you have learned in your many years of work to figure out the whole story for us."

Joshua faintly opened his mouth, his eyes revealing an indifference and cruelty, and an attitude of no interest in the situation. To put it simply, it is public affairs and does not mix with other opinions, which is perfect like the standard textbook for clerks of the federal government.

……Do not know why? Lenrad always had a feeling that he couldn't fully trust Joshua.

Although Joshua was their immediate supervisor, there was so much secrecy in his character that both he and Guy remained suspicious of many of his actions.

"Well, let's talk about what happened."

Guy held his chest in his hands, and he knew that his attitude towards Joshua had no meaning.

"You follow me ..."

Joshua led the two and pushed the door open.

"The information of Aigleli Technology Co., Ltd. has been sent to you. It is a subsidiary of the energy sector. The foundation is very clean. We can basically presume that this matter has little to do with the company."

When the three entered the underground three floors, they smelled a faint smell of ozone.

It's like the smell of ozone after a lightning storm in a storm, and a faint smell of protein after being burnt.

Guy's nose is very sensitive. He also smelled a slight **** smell. It seems that a battle did occur here. No, it should be a pure slaughter.

"Team A's of the" Trickster "tactical task force raided here ~ www.readwn.com ~ They shot and killed dozens of people. In fact, this underground three-storey garage was used by Aigleley Technology Co., Ltd., the director of experiments and Lawrence and Former employee Dr. George transformed into a 'ceremony site', forgiving my wrong words, but I can only describe the absurd facts that happened here at the time ... "

"Their actions were unable to end in the end. It is estimated that when this 'revelry party' was completely destroyed, some countermeasures were encountered ..."

Lenrad sighed. This is not the first time he has experienced such an extraordinary incident, and he can only make such judgments. I am afraid that it is the "advanced person" who made a wrong judgment of action and took unnecessary measures to induce the escalation of the situation, but even so, he and Guy should not have come forward. They are investigators, and they are dealing with personnel investigations. Supernatural phenomena may require more special experts to solve them.

"almost."

Responding in a short way, Joshua nodded, and continued: "The cause of the matter is that the director of experiments, Lawrence and former employee Dr. George, are spreading a special knowledge that they claim is a 'great knowledge' We have raided Dr. George's home, found information on his computer, and research data, and found that they do have some 'taboo knowledge' that should not be known to humans. "