Chapter 889 Roy

In the subway station full of urine smell, some people in shabby clothes are waiting with dim eyes, the old subway that has been in operation for more than 60 years.

Although this kind of old stuff should have been scrapped long ago, there is no other way. It would be nice to have something to use. Since the total collapse of the currency, the infrastructure has basically bid farewell to updating.

Hatch, none of them noticed that at the edge of the dark tunnel next to them, two people were whispering in English.

It was an elderly man with graying hair who spoke in advance. "The ship bought by the target will soon sail into Uther Wharf. It is a second-hand large ocean liner. According to the information on the 8th, the target is likely to transfer the gathering point to the ship."

"If it's really on a ship at sea, it's obvious to completely block communication. Closed spaces are best at brainwashing. That's why we will send you there."

"We still have no way of knowing her next plan, but what is certain is that there will be big moves in the future."

The person who heard the man was a homeless man in shabby clothes, with a beard and a red wine nose, he opened the document in his hand.

"Who is No. 8, and where did she climb up in that cult?" the tramp asked in a low voice.

"In order to avoid being wiped out, I can't tell you this. Your mission does not overlap with her mission, and there is no need to know."

"Then does she know me?"

"Neither do I know."

"Very well, I don't want some unprofessional people to hold you back in this matter, but before that, I need to ask you a question."

The homeless man raised his head and scratched his neck covered in black dirt, looked at the old man in front of him and said, "When I went to lurk in Pope Maxwell, you promised me that it was the last time, why is there a new one now? It’s been two years since I submitted my application to end the mission.”

The old man patted him on the shoulder with his hand, and softly comforted him: "Roy, those who are capable will do more work. After all, you are an expert in this area. Among the many people in the organization, no one is better at spying on intelligence than you. , I promise you, this is the last time, and the mission reward for this time has been remitted to your card in advance."

"It's not about the money. I've done enough of this rat life. I just want to go back to the sun. Every time I see your old face, I wonder if I'm still a member of the IMF." I don't even know where the headquarters is now!"

"Kang, kuang, kuang~" The rusty subway came into the station slowly, and the lights in the carriage flickered on and off Roy's face full of vicissitudes.

"Roy, you should have known it before you joined the job. In order to avoid being counter-intruded, a shadow like you can only contact through a single line."

Roy stuffed the document into his arms, and said sarcastically in his voice: "Single-line contact, if you die suddenly one day, I'm afraid I'll really be a homeless man."

"Don't worry, you will always be one of us, and for this mission, the higher-ups specially mobilized a C-level controllable anomaly to assist you. It has been placed in your tent now, even if one day I really Dead, as long as you hold this anomaly, they will definitely find you to recover it."

Hearing this, Roy looked extraordinarily surprised, "A controllable anomaly was actually used this time? The headquarters is paying so much attention to it? You know, I didn't mobilize it even when I went to the Broken God."

"Well, this is different from other organizations you have come into contact with in the past, no matter how harmful it is. We have archives and records of how those came from before."

"But this target is different. It's as if she was created out of thin air, without any traces, and she showed various magic circles. After the experiment department reproduced it, there was no response."

"Make good use of that anomaly to find the source of the target, as well as the organization and accomplices behind her."

After Roy nodded solemnly, he turned and walked towards the subway door that was about to close.

Roy saw the old man vaguely make a sign language for safety through the subway glass with booger sticking on it.

Although the subway was old, it barely fulfilled its mission. Roy got out of the dilapidated subway station and continued walking along the street full of garbage.

After walking for a long time, he came to the gathering place of homeless people. The rows of dilapidated tents on the side of the road looked very ugly. Roy found his own tent. He went straight in, and there was a square black box on top of a thin quilt with cotton exposed.

Roy seemed a little nervous. Although he had joined the IMF for so long, he hadn't seen such things as controllable abnormalities a few times, especially this time it was a C-level one.

After calming down a little, he stretched out his hand towards the box. The outer packing box was opened, and a fist-sized tapir appeared in front of Roy, with a piece of paper beside it.

Anomaly Name: 301—Stealing Dreams

Anomaly Level: C-Class

Abnormal description: Dream Stealing is a wooden statue carved from a sycamore tree. When you have received A2-level spiritual training, you will use it to gain the ability to spy on other people's dreams. You can also use it to simply modify some The dream of a weak-willed person, thus the ability to change other people's choices without a trace. "

"Dream stealing, like other abnormalities, has a very special negative effect. Even if you have received A2 mental training, when you use it to influence others, other people's dreams are also affecting you. Everyone's will and spirit It's different, and the length of time is different."

"As the number of times increases, everything about you will change without you noticing, and you will gradually become the sutures of those people whose dreams you have peeked at."

"After XXX used Stealing Dreams 125 times in a row in the 9-14 mission, her sexual orientation, language, memory, and personality all changed completely, and these adaptations were spliced ​​​​from other times."

After seeing these introductions, Roy looked at the thing in his hand in surprise. Although the side effects are huge, it has to be said that this is really an abnormality that is very suitable for agents.

"No. 5, make good use of it. Its influence range is 50 meters, which is enough for you to spy on the target's dreams," a deep voice suddenly came from outside the tent, making Roy's scalp tense instantly.

Roy quickly unzipped the zipper and poked his head out, only to find that everything outside was normal. There were drunkards and homeless people everywhere. The words just now seemed to be his hallucination.

But Roy knew that when this anomaly appeared in his hands, the organization had already filed a record for him, and his life now might not be as important as this thing in his hand.

Most of the abnormalities are uncontrollable, such controllable abnormalities, but also extremely useful, are too rare.