"fog?"

Although "Holy Shield" had not been to the front line for many years, his past combat experience and his experience as an instructor told him that this was completely abnormal.

His right hand was placed on the joystick of the wheelchair, and although his body movements remained unchanged, he was secretly tense.

Lin Qingliu hid in the fog created by hallucinogenic ability, watching the other party's every move through the fog that did not actually exist.

There is a problem.

This was the first time that Lin Qingliu met the super-powered Saint Shield, but the other party did not look like he was terminally ill at all.

In other words, he fooled most people, but he couldn't fool Lin Qingliu who had unlocked the ability of the natural history path.

We have to find a way to try him out.

It is not only to verify your own guesses, but also to ensure the initiative during communication.

Only by showing absolute strength can you make the other party listen to you seriously.

Lin Qingliu gently grabbed a table knife on the table beside him. His muscles suddenly contracted and the stainless steel knife flew out like a bullet.

This was just a simple test. As a member of the super-powered team numbered "One", Holy Shield's energy level must not be low given its extremely versatile abilities.

Although he looked like he was terminally ill, in fact that was not the case. Lin Qingliu was already prepared for a tough battle.

After all, according to Fran's description, the opponent's protective shield ability should not be purely material.

In other words, the dimensional shift should be restrained to a certain extent.

The dinner knife cut through the mist and shot towards the face of the Holy Shield with a sound of breaking wind.

There seemed to be a momentary glimmer of light in the darkness, and Holy Shield felt as if something was shooting towards him.

This was extremely counterintuitive, because he didn't even feel that the thing had any effect on the surrounding fog, as if the two were not in the same dimension.

Although he thought a lot in an instant, there was still enough time for him.

A lavender protective shield instantly formed around him.

As if for the purpose of showing off his skills, the protective shield did not restrain Holy Shield's own body. Instead, it covered the entire space within a radius of two meters. It then shrank at an extremely fast speed, restraining the dinner knife firmly in front of him.

At this time, the tip of the knife was less than one centimeter away from his forehead, but Holy Shield didn't care. Instead, he stared at the thick fog in front of him.

Who could it be?

Killers sent by those guys who disagree with him?

Or is it time for me to make room?

A mocking smile appeared on Shengdun's somewhat old face:

"Who is coming?"

In the thick fog in front, a tall and thin figure gradually became clear.

Shengdun observed the other party bit by bit, comparing the details he saw with all the information in his mind, trying to find evidence of contact with the other party in his memory.

But he got nothing.

This was a person he had never seen before. Although the murderous intent in the other party was not obvious, the attack just now was obviously intended to kill him.

"Can we talk? I don't feel like fighting right now."

Shengdun forced his tone to be calm and gentle, but there was a hint of cowardice in his voice.

If the other party really wanted to kill him, he should be able to hear the cowardice in his voice, and that would be exactly what he wanted.

It's been a while since he used the move of squeezing his enemies into a paste.

But to the surprise of the Holy Shield, a very pleasant response came from the thick fog:

"Okay, no problem."

Then, a man with long white hair and wearing a white researcher's coat appeared about one meter in front of him.

This is pretty standard social distance.

For two people who met for the first time, being too far seemed insincere, and being too close seemed unfamiliar. In short, the distance was well controlled, making Shengdun feel comfortable.

When he saw the man's attire, the first thing that came to Shengdun's mind was that there was a bad guy among the researchers, but he quickly combined the physical characteristics of the man in front of him with an internal document.

That was a vicious incident that happened in the institute some time ago.

An organization whose good and evil were difficult to define appeared in that incident, and a super-powered person who was both an enemy and a friend made his debut in that incident by fighting alone against a team of top-ranked super-powered people.

That person is called——

"Humanoid B!"

"puff!"

Although I have some guesses about my code name on the human side, is this a bit too perfunctory?

He ran his fingers through the white hair that covered half of his face and slapped his forehead and face hard.

"You guys...are calling me that?"

Lin Qingliu, who was in the state of paperhanger, had a somewhat dissatisfied tone in his voice. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been very scared, but Shengdun remained calm:

"What else? You and your organization are so secretive that you don't even want to leave a name.

"If it weren't for the fact that you guys are still lawful, the inner and outer city would have been turned upside down long ago."

"Do you really think you can find me that way?"

"Maybe I can't find you, but there will always be some traces."

At this moment, Shengdun seemed to be convincing a junior, and said in a gentle and persuasive manner:

"There will always be brave men under heavy rewards, and there will always be brave men under heavy punishments. Once your organization is labeled as evil, there will always be some useful clues passed on to us.

"No one can hide everything perfectly. You know, wherever you go, you'll leave traces."

He really managed to pretend.

Lin Qingliu was shocked and decided to skip this question and tell the other party his name first, otherwise...

Is humanoid B a little too ugly?

"You can call me 'paperhanger'. As for the organization I belong to, it was established under the will of God. It is an organization created to save mankind - the believers."

"'Believers'?"

Shengdun pondered the name and felt that the "Cult" written by the old Minister of the Interior was quite appropriate.

It turns out that guy didn't read those books from the old era in vain.

"Okay, I'll remember that. So, Mr. Paperhanger, why did you come to visit me today?"

Shengdun emphasized the word "visit" to make it clear that he was very dissatisfied with the attack just now.

But the man in front of him did not flinch at all. The white-haired young man answered very seriously:

"I am sifting for the great Lord."

“Screen what?”

"believer."

"I?"

Shengdun felt incredible. He knew that the person in front of him represented an organization hidden in the shadows, but he could not understand the other party's purpose of developing itself.

To be slightly biased, he is already a senior executive in Hope City, with one foot halfway into the core circle. Maybe one day he will take over the Ministry of Internal Affairs, or replace Wen Cheng as the new general.

So what's going on?

Did the poaching reach the load-bearing wall?

Neuropathy!