Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

Female police officer, you can't play for real, can you?

Can you stop pointing the gun at someone? I'm afraid of going off.

Dude. Relax, relax

The bikers raised their hands very cooperatively, and looked at Brea and the three intelligence agents who also raised their guns in horror.

Wow!

At this moment, the skylight on the top of the bar was violently smashed!

At the same time as the glass shattered, more than a dozen invisible figures passed through the skylight and fell directly into the crowd inside the bar.

Get down on the ground!

Lie down on the ground and don't move!

! ! !

This time, the bikers were completely terrified, and they didn't dare to say a single witty word, lying on the ground motionless for fear of losing their lives.

Even the hedgehog who stood on the stage just now lay down on the stage very sincerely.

Is Brea going too smoothly?

The intelligence agent standing beside Brea saw that the situation had changed instantly, so he couldn't help asking.

I don't know, first control this group of guys, and then look for the so-called Holy Master.

Brea was also puzzled, but she didn't forget what the hedgehog said just now.

Well, yes. The intelligence officer nodded in agreement.

So the two took out the corona stickers from the tactical bag, and began to ensure that the motorcycle gangsters lying on the ground continued to be in a coma.

Hey~! Hey!

Eh! Ugh!

In the next bar, there was a slight electric noise, and the short-lived screams of pain that the motorcycle gangsters could not help but suffer from the instant electric shock.

at the same time.

A group of MTFs wearing a light version of the TPS power armor also took the initiative to remove the optical camouflage effect, and continued to guard the motorcycle party lying on the ground to ensure a safe working environment for the four intelligence officers.

The lead MTF helmet has a special skull paint.

The MTF unfolded his helmet as he led the deputies toward Brea.

It's just that the face under the helmet is still mysterious, because the MTF is still wearing a skull mask and sports sunglasses, making it impossible for others to see his true appearance.

Simon Riley.

There is only this ghost in the company who likes this special dress.

And this MTF with optical camouflage is the 141 Mobile Task Force stationed in the European branch.

The deputy next to Ghost is the taciturn Xiaoqiang.

The ghost stepped forward and said, 141 responds to everyone's request for help. May I ask if there is anything else I can help you with?

Second Lieutenant Riley? Brea heard the ghost's voice and couldn't help asking.

. The ghost was silent, as if it didn't recognize Brea.

In fact, the last time the two met was because of the weird mannequin incident more than two years ago. At that time, it was 141 led by Price who was responsible for rescuing Leon and Brea.

For Brea, it was the first time she came into contact with abnormal phenomena, which opened the door to a new world for her, and her memory is still fresh.

But for ghosts and other 141, it was just the most common support mission, so it's no wonder that ghosts couldn't recognize them.

Seeing that Simon was silent, Breya didn't want to reminisce about the past, but returned to his plain face and said:

Thank you for the support of 141, second lieutenant, you just need to help us detain these believers. The technical staff and aftermath team will arrive soon, and there are more

Having said that, Brea gestured with both hands free and continued:

The size of this abnormal creature should be about the size of a basketball, and this group of believers seem to call it the Holy Lord.

According to the intelligence analysis we have so far, it is speculated that it does not have the ability to move autonomously, or it may move at a slower speed.

But it doesn't rule out that it has the opposite characteristics. Later we will torture the hedgehog on the stage, but I still hope that you, Lieutenant, can pay attention to the whole building.

Is it that?

As soon as Breya finished speaking, Xiaoqiang, who was standing behind the ghost, raised his finger to the bar below the stage.

Everyone looked in the direction Xiaoqiang pointed.

An indescribable creature lay spread out on the white plate, its beige noodle-like tentacles encircled the wine glass, and it was pouring strong wine into its mouth.

It's not so much a living thing as it is a movable noodle

Spaghetti?

Xiaoqiang, you lead half of the guys to keep vigilant and ensure the safety of our agents. If the guys lying on the ground are dishonest, you are allowed to use compulsory weapons, and I will bear the consequences.

The ghost ordered immediately.

Received. Xiaoqiang replied in a low voice.

Ghost closed his helmet again, held a pulse rifle with an extended barrel, and led six 141 men in a semicircle formation towards the bar.

Brea and other agents also raised their guns on guard, but they did not choose to step forward.

After all, their equipment can't provide effective assistance at all, and if they encounter an emergency, they will even hold back 141.

Professional things should be done by professional people.

The ghost and six 141s gradually narrowed the distance to the bar, and finally stopped three meters away from the bar.

They pointed their guns at the lump of noodles.

Hic~!

suddenly! The lump of noodles belched loudly.

Boom! Boom! After hiccupping, the lump of noodles held the wine glass and knocked on the marble countertop, drunkenly said:

Wine! Where's the wine?! Fill me with vodka! Hiccup! Come on, keep drinking? Where's the music? Where's the light? Where's the person?

Afterwards, the lump of noodles twisted its body on the plate, erected two eyes at the root of the noodles, and swayed to look around.

It looked quite like a human being when he was drunk.

The series of actions of Noodles did not attract firepower from Phantom and 141.

Because before the anomalous phenomenon shows no hostility, it is best not to choose force to face each other, and not everything can be physically destroyed.

And this lump of noodles is still within the tolerance range of the ghosts and 141, and it has been observed that this lump of noodles seems to be able to communicate with humans.

When the lump of noodles looked at the ghost and the others, the ghost said, Please don't act too aggressively, and accept our control.

Excessive behavior? I'm just a plate of spaghetti, what radical behavior can I do? Strangling you with noodles? Hahahaha!

As he spoke, he wrapped the wine glass with tentacle-like noodles, making a strangling gesture.

Pa~ However, the cup was not cracked due to excessive force, but a few noodles were broken.

From this, it can be intuitively analyzed that the power of this lump of noodles is much smaller than that of humans.

But ghosts and other 141s still haven't let down their vigilance, and they don't rule out the possibility that this is a deliberate show of weakness by noodles.

Not long after.

The aftermath team in black suits, as well as technicians wearing masks, gloves and protective clothing, poured into the bar.

With the support of the aftermath team, Brea and other intelligence agents quickly controlled all the believers dressed as bikers, and prepared to torture the hedgehog on the spot.

The technicians began to check all the personnel present, and separated four people with professional tools to prepare to put the lump of spaghetti into the exclusive control container.