Mr. Chen, who has been living in Yongzhou’s headquarters, handed a piece of information to Bai Yu, who came to the headquarters once in a while.

As a leader, he doesn't have much to do when there are no tasks that provide high experience.

Therefore, he was always aware of the general situation on the half of the earth covered by sunlight, paying attention to whether there were any new abyss cracks appearing.

In addition, I have compiled a set of information in the past few days.

This information will become the necessary initial information for everyone who joins Yongri in the future.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yu was not in a hurry to report on his work over the past few days. Instead, he took the information and started to browse through it.

"These are... monster introductions?"

Bai Yu quickly flipped through a few of them, which basically contained various hand-drawn pictures of monsters and related intelligence information.

The monster pictures hand-painted with a hard pen look extremely vivid.

Although he had never studied art, as a superhuman, Chen Sheng had excellent control over his body. He could easily copy the image one-to-one based on his memory.

"As a member of the organization, you must remember some typical and common monsters within level three."

Mr. Chen said so.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat.

A qualified salvation organization should know its opponents well enough.

Otherwise, it would be a shame if the organization suffered losses due to insufficient intelligence in the future.

Seeing Bai Yu still browsing the information in front of him, Chen Sheng was about to say something: "It's almost the afternoon, you should have dinner..."

Halfway through his words, Mr. Chen's expression suddenly changed.

He stood up, his brows slightly frowned.

Bai Yu was stunned when he saw this, and then immediately asked seriously: "What's wrong?"

"Abyss crack." Chen Sheng said concisely.

This time, a new abyss crack appeared in the United States, which has a considerable time difference with Zhonghai City in China.

Although when the sun just shone on the United States, Mr. Chen immediately sensed the appearance of the abyss crack with the help of the sun.

But this was still delayed a bit because of the time difference, and the situation there was already a bit tense.

His perception, which still uses sunlight as the medium, is indeed broad, but it almost burns out Chen Sheng's CPU, and he can only barely filter out the information of the illuminated hemisphere.

There is also the limitation of the lighting range. If a deep crack appears in the remaining hemisphere at night, Chen Sheng will have no way to deal with it.

They have already taken turns monitoring half of the globe, so it is indeed unrealistic to force Mr. Chen to monitor the rest.

He is a leader, not a beast.

This situation highlights the importance of building a global intelligence system.

Yongri must have his own satellite and have enough intelligence personnel around the world. Or pray that the system can reward the extraordinary version of intelligence acquisition function.

Fighting alone is indeed a bit powerless when it comes to saving the world.

………………………………

In the dim space, everything around seems unclear.

Depressing and humid, it challenges the tense nerves every moment.

When the water dripping in the darkness exploded at the tip of his nose, Yazd Russell suddenly opened his eyes.

"Where is this?"

Muttering softly, the man with long brown curly hair sat up from the cold ground.

Yazd Russell frowned, his memory still lingering on the barking of dogs coming from the dense forest in the dark night and the strong flashlights that the armed mercenaries shone in his face.

Then there was darkness.

"I almost died. The dose of anesthesia those bastards used was really high."

A voice sounded beside the disheveled Yazd Russell.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a bald, muscular man who was touching his head and staggeringly sitting up against the wall.

This is an acquaintance, Angel Romero.

"What the hell happened Romero?"

Russell looked at Romero who stood up in the dark corner, and then looked at the enclosed space surrounded by iron railings.

He had some vague guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to face them for the moment.

"Obviously, we missed the mark."

Romero staggered to Russell's side and sat down on the wet ground without caring about it.

"Our secret investigation was discovered. A dozen heavily armed guys with hounds captured us alive."

"You fell down before you even had time to react."

"I only lasted a few dozen seconds longer than you, strangled a hound to death, and then I was taken down by the anesthetic needle before I could dodge."

"Next, we who are locked up here are basically waiting to die."

Romero gave a helpless smile and then patted his good friend on the shoulder.

Hearing this, Russell fell silent.

It's not like he hasn't encountered danger before.

But this is the first time I have encountered such a desperate situation.

Over the years, he has tried every possible way to combat and rescue those who are still trying to sell modern slaves in modern society.

I have survived too many times of being on the edge of a knife.

But this time, it was obviously a desperate situation.

Who would have thought that what they thought was just a simple investigation would lead to the two of them being captured alive by a large number of enemies who had ambushed them.

Now that he has fallen into the hands of this well-known criminal gang, there is a high probability that he will have to wait until the anesthetic effect on his body completely wears off, and then go through inhuman torture.

Until death.

"Do you regret it?"

Russell asked in a low voice as he looked at the burly man who was hugging his shoulders.

"regret?"

Romero chuckled, glanced at Russell and said no more.

Seeing this, Russell also smiled softly.

This question is meaningless.

The two of them had already decided on the life goals they would strive for for the rest of their lives.

They went together as volunteers of the World Health Organization to support Southeast Asia, providing free help to local residents with poor medical conditions.

Then, by chance, they witnessed the darkness hidden behind this world.

Human trafficking!

Of the 50 million modern slaves counted by the United Nations, the Asia-Pacific region accounts for more than half.

There are too many people in this area who have to live a precarious life because of human trafficking.

Behind these tragedies, there are too many conflicts of interest.

Two people who originally wanted to be volunteers resolutely embarked on a path that was destined to be a lifelong struggle.

The reason why they appeared in a manor in a dense forest in the United States today was because of a clue they had been tracking for the past few years.

A criminal gang that often buys people in Indonesia's Aceh province to use as drug mules. The so-called drug mules are living people who use their bodies to transport small pills.

They have been collecting relevant evidence and trying to rescue the victims.

But now...

Because of their carelessness at that moment, they also fell into the trap.

ps: I didn’t dare write in detail, just let everyone know.

(End of this chapter)