Can't Stop Drawing

It seems that before the invention of the airplane, an aviation management department was established to coordinate matters such as route arrangements.

Can there be work?

In the early years, there seemed to be time travellers, who belonged to people from different dimensions, and happened to be within the business scope of the Space-Time Administration.

It's a pity that the Time and Space Administration had not yet been established at that time, and it was God himself who found out the traversers and dealt with them.

It can be said that the Space-Time Management Bureau was born at the wrong time.

Fortunately, the Space-Time Administration does not have to worry about being abolished. After all, there will always be a day when they will come in handy, and the gods are protecting them, so they have enough time to grow.

The policemen left under the leadership of Officer Chen, but the army did not leave. They just watched from the sidelines. If the Space-Time Management Bureau couldn't handle the prisoner, it was their turn to play.

After a while, the shuttle opened, and the prisoner was escorted down by several recoverers in power armor.

As described by the recycler, the prisoner looked very listless, in a state of being at the mercy of others, like a living dead who had lost hope.

Seeing that the police were not waiting for him, the leader of the recycler hesitated a little, and did not go to the people of the Space-Time Administration.

Then, the Power Armor of the Recycler leader received a message from Police Officer Chen.

After taking another look at the people from the Space-Time Administration, the leader of the recyclers handed over the prisoners to these more professional and powerful guys, and then turned back to the shuttle.

They also have a lot to do as recyclers and security guards on the job site.

If it wasn't for the fact that the prisoner is still alive, there is a certain degree of danger, and the superior asked them to hand over the prisoner as soon as possible, they all plan to throw this guy into the warehouse, or simply put him in space and let him fend for himself for a period of time before dealing with it he.

As for whether the prisoner will die because of this... It's best if he dies, let's talk about it if he doesn't die.

Now that the handover is complete, they leave immediately.

To receive the prisoner, two people from the Space-Time Management Bureau supported this guy, and a few others were recording on the sidelines.

The captain calls the spaceship, hoping that the spaceship will land at the No. 7 berth.

If it weren't for the hopeless interception in space, it would be impossible for the Space-Time Administration to enter the Tiangong spaceport and not appear in front of the police.

Everything seems to be in order.

Suddenly, one of the two holding the prisoner let go, causing the prisoner to fall to one side.

"What's wrong with you?" The other looked at his companion in puzzlement, trying to pull the prisoner up.

Then, boom.

The person who let go hit his companion hard on the head, and the metal fist and the alloy helmet made a dull sound.

The companion was beaten and flew out, and even dragged the prisoner to slide on the ground for a certain distance.

The others looked at the man in shock, not understanding why he did this.

Chapter 942

After knocking down the companion, the staff of the Controlled Space-Time Administration reached out and pointed at the other stupefied people.

The power of thought was activated, and a layer of blue halo covered his body.

The team leader was directly pulled over by Nianli, and he pinched the captain's head with one hand and lifted it up, as if he was pinching the captain's head.

It's just that the air is thin at the slipway berth, so survival is possible, but it will be very uncomfortable, basically equivalent to standing on a plateau of 5 kilometers.

Therefore, even if they are not performing suppression missions, everyone will wear power armor to make themselves more comfortable.

The head was protected by power armor, even if the attacker wanted to crush it, he couldn't do it for a while.

Besides, even if it does, it doesn't make any sense, the agency has fully popularized clones and consciousness transfer.

As a department directly under the agency (in fact, it is almost at the same level), all members of the Space-Time Administration have backup bodies, and death is meaningless to them.

As long as the critical point of conscious lifespan is not reached, they are immortal.

"Who are you!?" The captain asked loudly, "Fujiwara's ability is not telekinesis!"

The original staff member who was called Fujiwara by the captain did not answer, and he seemed unable to answer, but stopped suddenly, maintaining the movement of wanting to crush the captain's head.

The military elite team quickly ran over and surrounded the fallen prisoners and everyone in the Space-Time Administration. The Gauss rifle was aimed, the bullets were loaded, and they were ready to fire at any time.

At the same time, the lv5 superpower of the elite team stepped forward, flicked his right hand, and condensed a frost sword made of ice out of thin air.

"Space-time Administration, what kind of plane are you doing?" the ice superpower asked as he approached.

The captain didn't answer, but just raised his hands, freed his subordinate's hand that was stuck on his head, and turned to look at the ice superpower.

Since everyone was wearing power armor, the ice superpowers naturally couldn't see the captain's expression, and naturally they couldn't see that the captain's eyes had lost their highlights, and they were all gray, like a walking dead.

Of course the captain didn't become a zombie, he didn't die, he was just—possessed.

"Abilities... must be fully recovered." The captain muttered something, paused, and stopped his activities.

Just like Fujiwara who beat up his companion violently, his head was lowered and his shoulders naturally dropped.

In the next second, the ice superpower user paused abnormally.

Then he turned to look at the rest of the army's elite squad, exuding an air of indifference and death, like a god looking down on mankind from above.

He wanted to raise his arm and use his ability on the soldiers with guns.

But he found that he couldn't move, his arm was stuck, or his body was controlled.