Chapter 84: Plan to Start in Advance! (Please Add This to Your Collection and Recommendation~)

In the evening, at the police station.

The director's office had changed two owners. The third director stood aside with a smile, just like when he first became a policeman, and gave a respectful and submissive look to the man who sat in his chair and gave orders without mercy.

At least on the surface.

At this time, the office was already crowded with people, and they kept squeezing in. The poor director could only retreat again and again until he was forced into a corner, pretending to be calm and admiring the painting hanging on the wall. It was an angel with arms around his face and a resolute face, as if he was in a sea of ​​fire and magma, magnificent, and a line of small words was written below.

May God have mercy on the world!

This was a gift given to him by the Three Gods after he took office. He didn't care and hung it in the office casually, but now a closer look shows that the artistic attainments are indeed not low.

"How many more invaders does Lucas have?"

The red-gloved judge with a hooked nose and a gloomy face sat upright on a chair. A woman with a neat short haircut beside him immediately spoke: "Before the sky curtain was damaged, the exact number was 103!"

"This includes the artificial evil spirits released by Turing before, as well as the infected invaders, the invaders driven by the Three Gods and surrounding branches, and the evil spirits, weird and even out-of-control spirits attracted here!"

"Has Turing's trace not been found yet?"

The judge's face did not change at all, as if this was a terrifying number that was enough to cause a big wave anywhere, just some annoying mosquitoes and flies buzzing around, and asked again.

"No, even the sky curtain did not find any trace!"

The short-haired woman shook her head.

"Where is Turing's subordinate this morning?"

The judge's eyes turned, and more than a dozen people in the room lowered their heads almost at the same time, with ugly faces.

"Due to the disappearance of the sky curtain and the fact that the other party is very familiar with Lucas, and the estimated strength is level 8, we failed to catch up!"

A man with a bandaged palm and wearing a gray windbreaker whispered back. He was once the closest person to the other party, but the woman only turned back and shot an arrow, which almost killed him, if he hadn't blocked it with his palm in time.

"Send half of the people to find her!"

Without hesitation, the judge spoke, his face as cold as marble: "We must not let her take the Eye of Curtis away, even if it is destroyed, it must not be allowed to fall into the hands of others!"

"Yes!"

The red gloves agreed with the judge's decision, and at the same time, half of the people walked out of the office, began to gather their own people, and commanded the police to start a dragnet investigation.

"The rest of you, go and prepare for the advent ceremony of Lord Dark Raven. Without the Sky Curtain, we will lose our absolute control over the situation. The longer we delay, the worse it will be for us. Launch the plan in advance!"

The Judge stood up and glanced at everyone one by one: "Everyone, I won't say any more, but all evil spirits are hidden dangers in this world and must be eliminated, leaving no one behind!"

"But, Lord Judge, do we need to notify the Trinity?"

The short-haired woman hesitated for a moment and asked

According to the plan, the plan was supposed to be launched tomorrow, so although some of the Trinity's personnel had evacuated, some of them stayed in Lucas and their whereabouts were mysterious, including a great patriarch who led the team this time.

In some religions, strength and position are still equal. Those who have the title of great patriarch must have the strength of a great patriarch. Not all forces are as wealthy as the original sect. A great patriarch can be regarded as the backbone or even the middle and senior level of the organization.

"Everyone must pay for what they have done. Weren't they very active before? Whether they live or die, let His Excellency Dark Raven decide!"

The judge's mouth curled up into a cruel arc and shook his head gently.

"His Excellency Dark Raven."

The woman swallowed her saliva. Even though they were in the same camp, she felt a chill in her heart when she heard this title. His Excellency was notoriously tough on evil spirits and corroders, and the same was true for other organizations. Within the Red Gloves, he advocated clearing out all extraordinary organizations, including the Three Gods.

You must know that the Three Gods has an increasingly greater influence in society today, and has even obtained the legal right to preach in the Federation. Letting this Excellency decide is equivalent to a death sentence, isn't it?

"In addition."

The woman originally wanted to bring up another matter through this incident, but now she could only look at the judge with gritted teeth: "The people of the Baimon family hope to leave tonight and guarantee the next corroder. They seem to want to use him for their own use. Some people hope that we can show some leniency."

The woman did not say who they were, but the one who brought the message to her or her boss and passed it on must be some powerful bigwigs. The Red Gloves is a huge organization. Although it is under the federal system, due to constraints and concerns, it does not have much funding every year. However, they are one of the government agencies with the best benefits and treatment, and naturally have their own blood transfusion channels.

Although they would not go against their principles for the sake of money, it was their duty to occasionally satisfy the small requests of the sponsors.

However, the judge and she were not in the same system, so the woman could only try her best to persuade them.

"The Baimon family?"

The judge narrowed his eyes and glanced at the embarrassed woman. He knew that it should be her superior who gave her the order, but now the decision-making power was in his hands. This kind of interference in the internal decision-making of the Red Gloves made him extremely disgusted.

Even if the Baimon family had done him a favor many years ago, now they were no longer in debt. The judge rejected this request without thinking, but an open refusal would definitely offend people, and not just one or two. There were also factions within the Red Gloves, and the judge did not want to create more enemies.

Even if ordinary people were weak, their collective power should not be underestimated, because they were rich, and in a well-ordered society, money could do a lot of things, a lot of things.

"Tell them, yes."

After a few seconds of silence, the woman heard the voice of the judge, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. When she was about to turn around to convey the message, the following words suddenly made her feel like she was falling into an ice cave.

"But you can't leave until tomorrow morning."

After saying this, the judge left here without paying attention to the woman standing there. According to the original plan, Lord Dark Raven's arrival should be tomorrow night, and the deadline for the vague announcement of the news to the outside world is also the same. Therefore, his request is not excessive in the eyes of the Baimon family.

As for what happened later, don't you know that there is a word called accident in this world?

Of course, if those people are really all-powerful and can even convince Lord Dark Raven, the judge will have nothing to say.

"It's done, Red Gloves has agreed!"

The message was delivered quickly, but a few minutes later, Malos threw his phone and shouted excitedly to Lu En: "We can leave here tomorrow!"

"Why tomorrow, not tonight?"

Lu En also breathed a sigh of relief, but vaguely felt something was wrong.