Another car stopped near the station.

Not long after, several people got off the car. They were carrying equipment that looked quite heavy. Some of them were wearing sunglasses, and their outfits were comparable to those of the Terminator.

After showing their ID cards to the soldiers guarding the gate, these people surrounded a young man and walked into the camp.

Before they even reached the door, the young man at the front of the line waved his hand and said, "Put your things down and go first. By the way, those actors stay."

After hearing these words, the sturdy men who were as strong as iron towers unloaded their goods one after another and left the parking lot in an orderly manner.

Only the young man at the front was left, along with a few delicate-looking boys and girls, walking forward in a line.

The young man stopped at the place where the combat meeting was held yesterday.

He opened the door and let the sunlight outside shine directly into the room.

In the room, the pale-faced man in a black windbreaker was reading the report in his hand and said without raising his head, "You are seven minutes late. There is a seat next to you. Please take a seat. By the way, Miss Zhao, Mr. Li, Mr. Qin, and Miss Qiu, please take a seat as well. There are seats for you over there too."

Hearing his voice, the young man at the front sat down at the large wooden table next to him without any hesitation.

He patted the table, motioning the people behind him to sit down.

The men and women following the young man looked at each other, and finally could only sit next to him hesitantly.

Looking at the man who was still reading the document, the young man shrugged: "Do you still need to read this kind of thing?"

Shaking his head, he pointed at the man in the distance and said to the people around him: "Remember, the man opposite is the boss of this operation. You can call him 'the prophet'."

"This guy is not simple," the young man said, "At present, anyone in the country can be offended, except him and the Countermeasures Bureau. I tell you this to save you from any big problems in the future. If the time comes, I will not be there to help you clean up your mess. Chaomu doesn't have much else. There are a lot of people who are eager to stand out and want traffic. I don't have the leisure to help you deal with your stupid personal problems."

Listening to the young man's words, the faces of the people around him did not change at all, but they said sincerely in unison: "Mr. An, I know!"

Then they looked at the prophet in the distance again and said in unison again: "Hello, prophet, we are Qin Chu, Zhao Xiaoli, Li Yixian and Qiu Huai who are participating in this operation!"

From this point, we can tell that they probably have a background in performing arts. At least, although their voices are all put together, they are surprisingly recognizable, and people can easily tell who is who.

Listening to their greetings, the prophet said without even raising his head: "Let's put aside the pleasantries. There is one thing we need to discuss in advance. Your boss An should have told you that this event is an opportunity, but also very dangerous, right?"

Putting down the documents in his hand, the prophet raised his head and faced the four men with his pale face.

When the four people present were stared at by him, they subconsciously sat up straight and tensed their hearts.

It must be said that the Prophet's appearance was quite good. Although there was still some gap between him and the four of them who were carefully packaged as "products", he was definitely excellent.

However, the most strange thing about him is his pale skin that can hardly be concealed even with makeup, and his eyes that are as indifferent as the vast ocean.

When being stared at by such a pair of eyes, the four people present felt that they were not face to face with a person, but were sinking under the deep sea. The heavy pressure of sea water was on all sides. In the distance, there were faint twinkling lights. Although pale, they might be their only hope.

If we wait until we get closer to see, perhaps this hope will turn into... the ultimate malice.

Calm, weird, and indifferent, this was the first impression the prophet gave them.

An Jianxiu, who was sitting next to them, said nothing, but just looked down at his mobile phone.

He could understand the Prophet's current behavior. If he was the leader of the action, he would definitely give his competitors a good beating when they "brought money into the group."

Not to mention that An Jianxiu, as the boss of these four people, knows too well the moral character of these artists under him.

Although she looks good, she only looks good.

I have some talent, but unfortunately I didn't have the time to hone my talent and let it blossom. The best I can say is that after training I will be better than ordinary people, but unfortunately the improvement is limited.

That's right, if they really were as talented as Ming Zhou's "Red Lotus Walker", they wouldn't have wasted time until now and been chosen by me as the first batch of "experimental subjects" for the idol project.

Thinking of this, An Jianxiu couldn't help but glance at the prophet twice.

He really didn't understand why this guy could choose someone with good talent and good looks?

Although the people in this guy's team may not be as good as himself, they are also quite skilled. Moreover, apart from anything else, the talents of some of them even exceed An Jianxiu's own imagination. They are just like monsters, the kind that people can feel the fangs hidden in their jaws just by standing still.

Tsk, is this what foresight is?

Thinking of this, An Jianxiu couldn't help but roll his eyes.

As for those four exquisite "artworks", they are probably still very nervous now.

When faced with the prophet's questions, they were obviously stunned.

Finally, one of them named Chu tentatively replied, "We know... but we have made up our minds, and we will not change it no matter what happens! If you need us for anything, we will definitely not be perfunctory!"

"Yes, please feel free to give us instructions! Now that we have embarked on this path, we will never retreat!"

"Me too! I've always wanted to be someone who can lead and warm others!"

Perhaps because the atmosphere was stirred up, the four people couldn't help but raise their voices a little.

There was a gleam in their eyes, which might be the flame of ambition or pure kindness. In any case, they were as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, allowing An Jianxiu to paint on them.

The result of smearing is that in the future these people will become one of the tragic victims before Chaomu launches the first generation of "idols".

This is normal.

No one had ever walked the path of supernatural idols before, and no one had ever thought of trying it. It can be said that An Jianxiu was the first person in China, and even in the world, to consider taking the plunge.

Before eating this hideous monster for the first time, of course no one could tell him when he could try to take a bite and what he absolutely could not touch.

In the original world, these first four people were the experimental subjects that An Jianxiu took out. He wanted to see if the path of experimental idols would work. If it could continue, he would squeeze these people to the limit. If not, he would treat them as scraps.

Apart from anything else, there are definitely not many people in this world who are willing to eat shit on their own initiative. But if you tell them that eating shit can make them famous, people who are willing to do it on their own initiative will definitely flock to it.

There are a lot of good-looking and talented people in society, so why worry about not finding a replacement? With this in mind, An Jianxiu steered Chaomu, a small sailboat at the beginning, through the wind and waves until it became a huge enterprise that could be called a giant in the future.

It is said that the witch once played a game endorsed by an idol of Chaomu.

This was revealed by a hunter who had raided the witch's hometown and destroyed her lair.

From this point alone, we can see how great Chaomu's influence will be in the future, to the point that he even has invisible supporters among the alien species.

However, all this cannot happen naturally and smoothly.

In fact, before the first batch of supernatural idols entered the public eye, An Jianxiu had already sent many people to try this path.

The result, of course, was failure.

Of course, their strength is not enough for them to face monsters head-on. This is something that many experienced hunters need to be cautious about. For people like them who go to the battlefield without even having time to train for a few days, it is normal for them to die on the first day at the shooting location.

No one has ever studied how many people with dreams An Jianxiu has sacrificed, and no one has ever thought about this question. In fact, after experiencing some failures, An Jianxiu quickly changed his strategy. He no longer considered letting the idols themselves deal with the monsters, but instead adopted a "finishing knife" approach to edit the videos.

This method is very pleasing and is often criticized. But how can I put it? In today's era, no one wants to watch completely true things. Although everyone hates scripts, sometimes scripts are indeed more attractive than real people and real events.

Facts have proved that packaging may be more suitable for today's society than pure hard power.

But of course, truly talented people and truly interesting stories all emerge inadvertently in society, which is why art can flourish and have no end.

But in a future world on the verge of collapse, packaging like An Jianxiu's may be more addictive.

So, even though it was a little hard to accept, An Jianxiu could be considered a success to some extent.

But this does not mean that he is worthy of praise - in any case, success achieved by trampling on the dignity and lives of others should never be praised.

Not to mention this method which can be called "evil".

This is also the reason why the prophet never took the initiative to help An Jianxiu from beginning to end.

There is no need to force things if your ideas don't match.

Glancing at the four people, the prophet nodded slightly: "In that case, you can gather at the entrance of the cafeteria. Someone will tell you everything you need to know about this operation when you arrive. If nothing goes wrong, you will be assigned tasks in the afternoon."

He glanced at these people indifferently and said calmly: "Since this is your own choice, then just go for it."

"Understood!" the four people said in unison.

Then they left in an orderly manner, without any regrets or dissatisfaction, and accepted the prophet's dispatch and instructions as a matter of course.

I have to say, these people are at least very obedient.

An Jianxiu himself also thinks so.

So he said in a calm but complacent voice: "How about the 'product' I packaged? Compared with your men, mine is more refined, right?"

"In the final analysis, if we really want to spread abnormal affairs to the whole society, then there must be people who want to understand and want to get in touch with them. Therefore, it always makes sense to plan ahead and let some potential guys take the position first."

"I have already thought of the four people this time. Since this is the first batch to test the waters and we want to open up the main sinking market, so the name is simple and crude, called 'Light of Hope'!"

As he spoke, the expression on An Jianxiu's face gradually became excited.

He said, "I've thought about it. These four people can form a group! On weekdays, we mainly use their battle videos for publicity, and at the same time regularly produce unknown stories within their group, focusing on the concept of 'special' and 'cultivation'. In this regard, we can copy the idol cultivation in the island country..."

Glancing at him, the prophet said in a calm voice: "Don't overestimate your control, and don't over-trust the level of those people."

He did not go into further detail because this was not something that needed to be discussed in detail today.

Not to mention that it would be a disadvantage for the prophet to actively teach him these things that An Jianxiu had once encountered difficulties with.

All the prophet needed to do was to unplug the power supply of the factory before An Jianxiu sent batches of idols into the meat grinder. That would be enough.

An Jianxiu touched his head and looked at the prophet with some confusion.

But he quickly put this little problem behind him.

Standing up from his seat, An Jianxiu glanced around and then trotted to the side of the prophet.

He whispered in the prophet's ear: "Did you say anything to Ying before?"

An Jianxiu's delicate face showed an expression close to "horrified": "Do you know what happened recently? It didn't bother me at all, and it actively cooperated with my intentions! Sometimes when I asked it to do something, it would usually be reluctant, but now it is willing to help me do it!"

Glancing at him, the Prophet said, “Isn’t this a good thing?”

"Good thing? Of course it's good!" An Jianxiu's voice rose a little, "But there must be something wrong when things are out of the ordinary! The sudden appearance of such a situation always makes me wonder if Ying has made some plans and is planning to do something to me..."

He glanced at the side out of the corner of his eye, then leaned a little closer to the prophet, and lowered his voice again: "Did you... make any promises to it?"

Hearing this, the prophet turned his head and looked at An Jianxiu.

He sighed, which was rare today. "I only made a promise to you before, saying that I would help you solve the problem of Ying. You can think of this as my means of fulfilling my promise. Regardless of other things, at least your problem is solved, isn't it?"

Even if we don't care about anything else, we can't just ignore the facts! An Jianxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Of course I know... Hey, anyway, just tell me, have you really dealt with Ying now?"

Putting away the stack of documents, the prophet nodded slightly: "Almost."

"At least, before 'that moment' arrives, Shadow will be silent and afraid to move," he said calmly, "so you can drive it with confidence. Now you are its absolute master."

The so-called "that moment" refers to the moment when Red Spider ascended to Origin.

After the birth of Origin, Shadow...I'm afraid he will no longer be frightened to death by the Prophet.

The prophet remembered from the beginning that Shadow was a monster, a species born from the abyss of heaven. It was very difficult to make it absolutely submit.

Not every alien species has a special life form like the Weaver, and not all people's distortion methods are as weird as its and Luqi's...

The alien species that were born from human consciousness and spirit and distorted their roots are mostly enemies of humans.

The same is true for shadow.

Once the Origin really appears, Shadow will probably realize that the Prophet is not as unstoppable as it imagined. Once it figures this out, even if the Prophet shows off his skills in front of it, it is likely that Shadow will not be able to suppress his restlessness.

By that time, I'm afraid An Jianxiu will be in even more trouble than he is now.

After all, people want to vent after being suppressed for a long time, and the same is true for alien species.

But not now. An Jianxiu is of course absolutely safe now.

Therefore the prophet just gave this reminder.

However, An Jianxiu still looked confused.

What is "that moment"? What is "that moment" and when will it happen? He felt that the prophet seemed to answer him, but it seemed that he did not answer anything.

However, when he continued to ask, he could only get an emotionless and flat look, and an incomprehensible sentence like "Get ready, the gears of fate are about to start turning."

In the end, he still didn't understand when the so-called "that moment" was.

With a lot of questions in his mind, An Jianxiu arrived at the cafeteria door in a daze and anxiously.

The other four idols were already prepared and knew what they were going to do next. When they saw their boss, An, they subconsciously wanted to come up and say hello.

However, after noticing that their boss An didn't seem to be in a very sunny mood, these people retreated...

If you approach Boss An when he is in a bad mood and talk to him, you will become his punching bag. Almost everyone in Chaomu can understand this.

Therefore, even though there were many people present, they surprisingly maintained a silent and stagnant atmosphere...

This atmosphere continued until a person with wandering eyes, occasionally looking at the mobile phone on his waist, arrived at the meeting place.

Xun Mo stood in front of everyone and glanced at the time.

After confirming that the time had arrived, his eyes gradually became serious and no longer wandering.

"It's 8:30 in the morning!" Xun Mo said loudly, "We will go to Xinhai soon to deal with any crisis that may arise!"

"I don't think I need to say anything to mobilize you, and I believe you all know how dangerous this mission is. But because you know, you will come along! Because each of you has made the corresponding preparations - to fight until the night ends and the sun rises!"

"In that case, I won't waste any more time talking nonsense! All teams should be ready, listen to their equipment at all times, and head to their respective mission locations!"

Xun Mo turned his head and glanced at the combat hall behind him.

In the hall, the prophet glanced over here and then looked at the people in front of him.

These people are all members of his Ming Zhou team, and they are also the team he has worked hard to bring together during this period of time.

He glanced at his phone and said calmly, "Due to some special circumstances, those photographers and reporters were temporarily unable to leave yesterday. However, I asked them to teach you how to use the equipment yesterday. You should remember it, right?"

The people in Ming Zhou looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the prophet nodded slightly: "In that case, let's get ready to set off. Follow Xun Mo's people and go to your corresponding locations."

"All I ask of you is to hold on to your cameras at all times," he said, his voice even. "No matter what happens, you must keep recording without interruption."

"Even if you encounter any special circumstances, even if anything happens that may hinder your recording, you are not allowed to stop. Even if your teammates encounter something, ignore it, and everything is based on recording and collection."

The white ring flashed with light, and the prophet's voice was cold: "This is your mission."

The white light pierced into everyone's brain.

After a moment of trance and absent-mindedness, everyone subconsciously answered: "Yes."

There was no change in their facial expressions, as if they hadn't noticed the white light at all.

Nodding, the prophet said calmly: "In that case."

"Let's go."