In front of the camera, the female reporter Xiao Xu, who had been lightly made up, had a smile on her face: "We are about to reach the designated area. Next, let me introduce the professionals who are traveling with us..."
An Jianxiu, who was sitting next to her, supported his forehead with his hand and patted the four people around him.
The four young men and women, who were like idols, sat up straight, facing the cameraman's equipment, with business smiles on their faces.
Next to them, female reporter Xiao Xu introduced them one by one: "These are the four professionals who are involved in handling Area B. They are..."
Accompanied by Xiao Xu's voice, Ding Yan, who was not far from the front of the carriage, turned his head and watched the performance of several people behind him.
"What are they doing?" Ding Yan turned his head and asked.
The person he was questioning didn't even raise his head and said calmly: "Do an interview."
The man rubbed the screen of his phone while explaining to Ding Yan: "This time we are not only here to deal with the troubles in Xinhai City, the Countermeasures Bureau also wants to bring the abnormal world to the public. Therefore, this can be regarded as a pilot project - on the one hand, that sissy wants to use this opportunity to idolize heroes, and on the other hand, the Countermeasures Bureau also wants to try to see if they can improve their work efficiency and the breadth of their dissemination through the information industry."
After using a set of silky combos to kill the opponent, the man finally raised his head and said: "Actually, you were supposed to have a similar interview session, but your boss turned it down."
With dark circles under his eyes, Xun Mo shrugged: "According to him, 'Compared to this kind of fancy stuff, the public wants to see the solid foundation.' In addition, he also said, 'The plan has been slightly changed, and the exposure will be temporarily postponed.' So, unfortunately, you will not be able to appear on TV like those four guys. The most you can do is leave a photo during the battle, and add two lines of subtitles next to it."
After hearing these words, Ji Qianqin's face became a little flat: "Ah this..."
She is probably the person who most wants to participate in this kind of interview session.
Just by looking at the way she almost sticks her head out to look at the people behind her, one can clearly guess how greedy Ji Qianqin is right now.
Ding Yan is fine.
Although he also thinks that being on TV is a good idea, if the prophet feels that it is not the right time yet, he will cooperate without hesitation.
After all, the reason why all of them can gather here is because of the prophet.
Thinking of this, Ding Yan subconsciously grabbed his shoulder.
If it weren't for that rainy night two months ago, he would probably still be an ordinary college student struggling with his final exams. He would play games and basketball with his classmates on weekdays, squandering his youth with sweat and laughter, and dyeing his college life with a layer of misty blue.
Instead of following the authorities' convoy around like they do now.
Thinking of this, Ding Yan couldn't help but curl his lips.
"A lot of things have happened recently," Ding Yan thought, "the abandoned hospital, Yunshang College, Yanxia Mountain, and now Xinhai City."
Although there were some special fluctuations in the process of these events, such as encountering the "Twin Stars" from Western Europe in Yanxia Mountain and almost fighting with them, but no matter what, their life in the past two months can be said to be safe and sound.
And all this is thanks to the comprehensive and precise planning beforehand.
To be honest, Ding Yan felt that his journey had been very smooth so far, even too smooth to some extent. Except for the time when he met Lan Kong and was seriously injured and almost died, the rest of the time he just broke a few bones and vomited blood.
...Although it sounds miserable, Ding Yan really thinks that after encountering so many messy things, he only broke bones and vomited blood, which is very remarkable.
He didn't have much idea before, but now that he has realized the situation in the supernatural world, when he thinks back on what he has done and seen in the past, Ding Yan still can't help but have a feeling that "it's really not easy for me to live to this day."
You know, he has encountered the "disaster" level more than once!
Generally speaking, after graduating from Yunshang College and joining the Countermeasures Bureau, students can only deal with "ordinary" alien species in the first two years of their career, or confront "dangerous" alien species and finally flee in panic.
This is not because the members of the Countermeasures Bureau are not strong enough, but because starting from the "dangerous" level, the harm posed by alien species is completely incomparable to the "ordinary" level.
Aliens like Lan Kong who can slaughter humans at will are only at the "dangerous" level, which is enough to represent what this level means.
As for the "disaster"...
Generally speaking, employees of the Countermeasures Bureau may encounter a few "disasters" in their lifetime.
However, Ding Yan has encountered this twice so far, and may encounter it for the third time.
It's amazing.
Rubbing his head, Ding Yan sighed: "Fortunately, we didn't rush in with such enthusiasm."
'Although the strength of many alien species is mysterious, we are not completely without countermeasures!'
That's right.
Thinking of this, Ding Yan couldn't help but smile.
Just like there are "disasters" between alien species, humans certainly have corresponding high-end combat capabilities.
Minister Xun, who looked decadent and no different from a otaku, was one of them, and Qi Guang, who was beaten by him until he vomited blood, was also one of them. As for the director of the Countermeasures Bureau, he was a ruthless man who tore "Disaster" apart with his own hands.
Not to mention that humans have weapons that can be described as "bug" level.
A "prophet" who can predict others' progress three steps ahead and knows almost everything already.
The experiences during this period of time have proved to Ding Yan the value of being a "prophet" - what he has seen has far exceeded his imagination. Many times, while he was still struggling, the prophet already knew the answer in advance.
Ding Yan even felt that if he looked into the eyes of the prophet when he was frustrated, he would bring green tea to his side, pat his shoulder, and comfort himself with words that were incomprehensible but always felt very powerful, accurately grasping his pain points.
This ability really gives people a sense of security.
It's like no matter what happens, there will always be someone who will make the corresponding judgment and preparation before you, and all you need to do is obey orders, hold the lead and reins handed to you by that person, and either pull out the lead or tie the rope according to his orders.
Easy, convenient and simple.
Ding Yan feels that his life in the past could not be more comfortable than it is now.
And in the future, this kind of life will continue.
As long as the "prophet" is still there, their road ahead will always be smooth - because someone has already helped them remove the thorns, allowing them to move forward without worries.
Yes, that is how it will be in the future.
Everything is exactly the same as it is now.
Thinking of this, Ding Yan glanced at Xun Mo beside him.
At this moment, Xun Mo had already stood up and slowly took out a sniper rifle from his back. He held some special thing in his left hand and wiped the barrel regularly.
Noticing Ding Yan's gaze, Xun Mo glanced at him and said nothing.
He just stroked the barrel of the gun gently and softly as usual, as if he was caressing his girlfriend's cheek, and was extremely fond of it.
Ding Yan guessed that this gun probably had a profound meaning to Xun Mo.
Last night he saw with his own eyes how Xun Mo made preparations for the war. He took out several bullets from the small box he carried with him, and then ordered Ding Yan and others to take out some disgusting-looking materials from the trunk of the Countermeasures Bureau's special car, and crush and rub them one by one.
When these things were mixed like mud, Xun Mo rubbed the special coating onto his bullets little by little.
Ding Yan saw it clearly. Although this paint was very disgusting when rubbed, when it was applied to bullets, it was unexpectedly no different from invisibility - if he had not seen Xun Mo's operation with his own eyes, Ding Yan would even think that these bullets had not changed at all.
According to Xun Mo, these bullets all contain special substances from the Countermeasures Bureau Research Institute, and each has a special effect. Some are used to deal with barriers, some are used to kill alien species, and some are used to weaken the spirit. In short, it is like a multifunctional Swiss Army knife. No matter which direction you open it, there is always a model to deal with special situations.
This made Ding Yan quite envious.
Because up to now, he has no weapon of his own.
Song Qingci had her double swords, Li Jingwen had a pistol, and even Ji Qianqin seemed to have her own special weapon. In comparison, I, who was just flaming, seemed to have no outstanding features except taking off my clothes and then rubbing against the flames...
Ding Yan even thought about the future, if one day they really appeared on TV, the TV station would ask them to bring their own weapons to highlight their characteristics. When facing the camera, while others could carry fancy or elegant and ferocious weapons, only he stood there, and a ball of flames suddenly appeared, and then melted away...
I always feel a little awkward.
Scratching his hair, Ding Yan sighed: "Let's go find Gerard when we get back. According to the prophet, he is a top forging master."
If it was from his hand, it would probably be a very cool weapon! Not to mention that Gerard has recently been led by Ding Yan to the second dimension and his aesthetic taste has become more and more bizarre. It is said that he used to tattoo his own exclusive seals and marks on the objects he carved, but now he doesn't do that anymore.
In fact, what Gerrard likes most now is to imprint the Q-like two-dimensional girl's portrait on his finished products, rather than his own symbolic emblem.
It is said that when this matter was known by Mr. Oliver, the academic master and Gerard's teacher who was far away in Western Europe, he was so angry that he almost flew across the ocean to Linjiang.
It's a pity that Gerard would rather die than change this, and he still selflessly painted some two-dimensional villains on his props. The more he forged, the better his carving skills became, and he also tended to show his sexual fetish more and more...
Ding Yan really found it hard to imagine what kind of expression someone would have if they bought a prop made by Gerald in the future and thought it was a huge hammer that only a real man would use, but turned it over and saw a slim, curvaceous and furry orc girl on it.
...Do you feel insulted or ecstatic?
He doesn't know either.
Ding Yan just felt that if he wanted to ask Gerard to make equipment, it was necessary to remind him in advance to suppress his sexual preferences.
Just when he was having some random thoughts.
The convoy finally stopped at the area they needed to guard.
Getting out of the car, Xun Mo held a sniper rifle that was about the same size as him in one hand, squinted his eyes, and looked at the high-rise buildings lined up in a distance.
"Here it is," he said. "Zone B."
"It seems that the monsters haven't had time to get out from the Pale Lady's sleeves yet."
Xun Mo glanced at his phone: "According to that guy, they will show up in half an hour. Everyone stay alert. If nothing unexpected happens, our number here is more than enough."
Next comes the waiting.
During this time, the people from the Countermeasures Bureau quickly built several concealed facilities to ensure that the monsters would not see them after appearing at fixed locations. Then they hid in their hiding places and calmly watched the situation outside.
The weather has not been very hot recently, and there are a few dark clouds approaching overhead, covering the heads of everyone.
Soon, half an hour passed.
While waiting anxiously, the sharp-eyed people noticed the situation in the distance in advance: "Look, it appears!"
Those people pointed at the head that appeared quietly not far away, and their voices were very low.
Xun Mo squinted his eyes and looked up and down at those strange-looking guys who seemed to have suddenly appeared out of the void.
"That's the Hundred Ghosts?" Xun Mo said softly, "Strange..."
“Is it so little?”
The words fell.
The next second, it was as if to cater to Xun Mo's words.
Not long after, the monsters not far away actually rushed towards Xun Mo with weapons in their hands, fearlessly!
Although there were only a dozen or so low-level alien species, their aura seemed to be no different from that of "dangerous" monsters! Noticing the monsters' attack, even though Xun Mo felt something was wrong, he immediately ordered: "Prepare to suppress them!"
After saying this, everyone in the Countermeasures Bureau, including Xun Mo himself, pulled the trigger!
Special bullets came out of the gun barrel, mixed with sparks, and passed through the bodies of the monsters in an extremely light arc, embedding into the wall behind them, leaving countless deep craters!
After just a moment, the monsters became stiff and stuck in place as if the game had been slowed down.
After about three seconds, they fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Looking at the situation in the distance, Xun Mo's brows were tightly furrowed.
"No," he said to himself, "very wrong, the numbers don't match at all."
Xun Mo grabbed his hair, as if he had thought of something, and turned to the person behind him and said, "Contact Area A and Area C. I need to know their current situation."
The person behind nodded, took out a large communicator from his arms, and gently pressed two buttons.
"This is Area B, the person in charge of Area A and Area C, please reply if you hear me, please reply if you hear me..."
The communications officer's voice chattered on and on.
The first time, there was no response.
I called the second time, and even after I shouted "If you hear me, please reply" several times, there was still no sound from the other end, not even the sound of electricity.
At this point, even the dumbest person would realize what was happening.
Xun Mo took off the hat he was using to disguise himself, and said in a voice that was neither happy nor angry: "There is something wrong with the prophecy."
"Normally, we in Area B should have to deal with the most guys, followed by Area C, and then Area A. But now, it's obvious that we are not even as good as Area A in the original plan..."
"This means that there is a problem with the information," Xun Mo said softly, "Now Area A and Area C are probably facing monsters that are many times more numerous than what they planned!"