19:47:53.

Sheen found them at a country restaurant in Riverside. The three of them ordered a bunch of food and a few bottles of cheap red wine. They ate and chatted, passing around the bottles, not really caring how disgusting their blood-stained clothes were.

She knew their place, so she didn't say anything and just pushed open the door to the private room and walked in.

He Yu had heard a rather unusual thought long ago. He looked over and saw that the newcomer was wearing an expensive brand-name suit, with exquisite makeup, dressed like an exceptionally high-end cake at a banquet, and holding a gun in his hand.

He thought that the scene seemed a bit sudden, but it was actually very logical—the woman had an ID tag pinned to her chest, and most people would find the contents of it unbelievable—after all, it only had C05 and her name printed on it.

That's actually a very clear symbol, telling you that Eoubs will give you enough power to kill people; no one lives in a vacuum.

She clearly belongs to this absurd world, which also has its own unique rules, so she must play her role well.

"Long time no see, Sheehan Connery."

Compared to the other two starving ghosts, Merlink's dining etiquette was much more formal. Perhaps it was because of his noble family background that those conventional admonitions were ingrained in his bones. It wasn't that they couldn't be changed, but that they were completely unnecessary.

Carlos choked for a moment, thinking to himself, "How much do you fucking like this kind of opening line? Every time you meet someone, you have to say it like this. Everyone knows you're a gentleman, okay?"

Sheen rarely personally picks up operatives from other continents, even those specializing in transoceanic field missions, because she has no passion for the job. But over the years, she has grown accustomed to the disgusting set of rules here.

She sat down silently between the three of them, staring at the corner of the table. She was a woman who was always impeccably made up—it was said that the Americas regularly laid off employees, like selecting a concubine, kicking out the useless and ugly ones. The person in charge liked to set some strange rules—but at times, she was like a messy vomit at a banquet, tired, pale, and powerless.

The reason was certainly not the plane crash, which was also a problem, but it was not a problem at all for what they were going to do next. They could leave the public opinion pressure to Eoubs to handle, lock up anyone spreading it, and those who wanted to make a fuss about it... had long been crushed to dust.

The three of them remained silent, continuing their unfinished feast, waiting for her to speak. Sheen picked up the half-empty bottle of wine, poured herself a full glass, and gulped it down, finally feeling much better.

Carlos seemed about to say something, opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

Forget it, I'd better not reveal that I spat in there.

"As you all probably knew before boarding, Eoubs' Americas branch recently encountered a tricky taboo. Due to a shortage of manpower, we've had to trouble you to make this special trip. I'm also sorry, sometimes I just act like I've lost my whole family," she said in fairly fluent Mandarin.

After speaking, she took out three cards from her handbag. The cards were only about half the size of a palm and were completely black. Sheen placed them on the table.

While munching on his steak, He Yu leaned over for a look. He didn't know what material it was made of, but its surface had a very special optical illusion, as if a hole had suddenly opened up on a flat surface, with no bottom in sight, like a trap zone.

Strands of blood-like lines spread out and converged in the center of the card, gradually revealing a bloody web from the darkness, as if the depths had transformed into an even more grotesque and torturous pool of blood.

The card even emitted faint cries for help. I don't know how it was done, but it was extremely realistic, as if someone had actually been imprisoned inside. In short, it was very damn eerie.

"This is the admission ticket, and also a part of the forbidden object that needs to be controlled this time. I'm sorry," Sheen said.

She apologized again, as if it were a habit.

After examining the document for a while, the group took turns picking one up and scrutinizing it. The sensation in their hands was extremely subtle; the lines moving back and forth even seemed to change direction with the movement of their fingers.

He Yu examined it for a long time, but 659 still couldn't figure out what kind of broken thing it was. He couldn't see through anything inside. Apart from a mess, he couldn't see any other information. He asked, "Where did that sound come from?"

"Actually, I was doing the voice-over," Carlos immediately chimed in, sporting a confident and smug expression.

"You're not kidding? Is this what you're concerned about?" Sheehan said.

"I just want to know." He Yu took a swig of wine, folded the card in his hand, and took a few bites. He then took the other two cards, did the same thing, and then, seeing her expression, shrugged and stopped, saying, "Never mind, you can continue."

“The next few of you need to go to a hotel in the suburbs of Ventura before you depart.” Sheen paused for a moment to organize his thoughts: “All the unauthorized personnel have been cleared out, and no one will bother you. Take this card with you, and you can check in for seven days.”

"This is the control mission plan for Euubs-832."

She stopped again, then suddenly laughed, her voice cold and somber.

"That's it? Besides staying for seven days, what else do we need to do?" Merlink asked.

“You…” Sheen took a breath, then immediately picked up his glass and took several sips of wine. He cleared his throat before continuing, “Yes… based on data from 195 incidents of casualties, this is the safest control method known.”

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