Two or three things in the copy

Not only the head of the chief bureau, but also the two containment objects of the first and second taboo levels. Like the head of the chief bureau, these two containment objects did not reveal any information at all.

Even stricter than the head of the chief, at least the chief of the chief is just blurred by Wu Mingkong's mosaic, which is normal in the eyes of Simon Duncan and others.

But the taboo-level No. [-] and No. [-] containments are really extremely secretive, let alone what they are, and even the director of the branch named Simon Duncan doesn't know.

"Can we arrive at night?" Wu Mingkong asked as he watched the sun gradually set.

"Don't worry, you will be able to reach Turan City in three more platforms. The chief officer has already heard what you mean and will be waiting for your arrival at the headquarters." Simon Duncan replied.

"I didn't expect that I would have this kind of treatment. The director of the chief office waited for me in person, because he was afraid that I would go hungry and eat the whole city of Turan?" Wu Mingkong joked.

"Yes, that's exactly what the director general has to worry about." After spending time with Wu Mingkong, although Simon Duncan still kept Wu Mingkong at arm's length, he also understood Wu Mingkong's temper. Very talkative.

"Okay, I'll try to eat less, but you have to watch out for that Ron. After chatting with the chief officer, I still have use for this kid." Wu Mingkong replied, and then said to Simon Duncan .

Wu Mingkong was worried that something might happen to Ron again. It wasn't that Wu Mingkong was kind, but he felt that there must be something weird about this guy. When he chatted with the head of the chief, this guy would encounter some kind of pretense. It’s good to be careful about the face, at least Simon Duncan, a seventh-level demon hunter, is there to take care of him. Otherwise, if he doesn’t have time to make a move, it will be really weird. Wouldn’t it be a pity that such a good sample is gone.

At that time, maybe there will be a story of the poor boy's counterattack and revenge. If it happens, it will be very embarrassing. Although it is unlikely, after all, the chief director is not ordinary. Wu Mingkong learned from the memory of Simon Duncan and others. You can see the extraordinaryness of the chief of staff from the eccentricities in the book.

"Don't worry." Simon Duncan doesn't mind selling a favor. Although Wu Mingkong is a containment object in his eyes, it is taboo. It is always good to sell a favor. Maybe this person will still be locked up in the future. his division.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 385 Embers of the Past ([-])

The steam train stopped slowly, and the platform in Turan City had already been cleared by investigators from the containment agency.

Wu Mingkong and Simon Duncan walked out of the steam train slowly: "It seems that Turan City has long been out of the jurisdiction of the federal government. The real ruler is your containment agency."

"Be careful. Our containment agency has always been a formal organization with express approval from the federal government. The annual tax payment is nearly one billion yuan. We are loyal supporters of the federal government." Simon Duncan said without leaking anything.

"That's right, that's really huge, and the tax money of tens of billions is enough to feed that group of people."

Regarding Wu Mingkong's words, Simon Duncan just smiled and didn't continue, because no matter how he answered it was inappropriate, so he could only smile awkwardly and politely.

"What you said is wrong. The tens of billions of dollars in taxes have been spent on the federal armaments, agriculture and industry under the witness of the federal citizens. You have been in the shelter for a long time, and it seems that there is something wrong with the outside world. Cognitive bias." A tall, middle-aged man strode over.

Hobbs White, the financial director of the headquarters of the containment organization, is an eighth-rank demigod mage. Although he looks like a berserker in his tall and burly form, he is actually a serious traditional mage.

"By the way, the financial directors here all use the eighth-level demigod, so don't the cleaners who sweep the floor also have at least the fifth level?" Wu Mingkong couldn't help but complain.

The chief financial officer is not ordinary. In charge of the financial revenue and expenditure of the entire shelter organization, it is indeed a bit inferior to use an eighth-level demigod, but it is worth it.

If there is a problem with the finances of the entire containment organization, then this problem is fatal.

The head of the general office may be able to deal with the person who caused the financial problem in the first place, but he absolutely cannot deal with the financial problem in the first place, which involves too much.

Letting an eighth-rank demigod act as the financial director is still a mage profession. Although it cannot prevent financial problems, it can greatly reduce various inconveniences caused by finances.

It is also because of the existence of Hobbs White that the huge containment organization does not need a bloated financial team and can easily solve the monthly financial problems of the entire containment organization.

"It's not that exaggerated. Our cleaners are just ordinary people." Hobbs White's answer was boring and formal.

"Oh, all right, then let's go see the director general first."

To be honest, Wu Mingkong didn't care about the situation of the containment organization at all, nor did he care about the financial director. What he was concerned about was the Star Trail Ceremony, the containment objects and the so-called old gods.

financial problem?

Dazhou didn't have such a thing at all, let alone financial problems, even the economic system didn't have any financial problems.

As for the danger after meeting the head of the chief, Wu Mingkong is not worried, this is not the real world, if there is danger, just go there.

If you beat it, everything will be fine, but if you can't beat the dungeon to reopen, he has nothing to lose.

For him now, the proficiency of reading files and brushing seems to be very far away. It's not that he doesn't brush, but it doesn't mean much to him.

Returning to reality with a lot of knowledge and uploading it to the thinking network, not only did he study the new system alone, but the whole Da Zhou was studying with him.

Of course, this was done after Wu Mingkong determined that there was no problem with the system after many investigations. Before that, Wu Mingkong was still studying it alone.

"This way, please. The chief officer has been waiting for you for a long time." Although Hobbs White also believed that Wu Mingkong was contained, he did not show it like Simon Duncan and Nicole Joyce, but Very formal, the kind of movement that can't find any faults at all.

Looking at Hobbs White's various movements, Wu Mingkong was wondering how many times he had practiced, otherwise how could he be so proficient, he couldn't learn anything like him, and he felt rude when compared with him Like the rough people.

"I still need to take a car?" Wu Mingkong thought, is something going to happen on the road?

Hobbs White nodded: "I want to take a car, this is the latest product, a steam car, the fastest speed is not slower than a steam train, and it is small and exquisite without rails, but it is expensive and not many people can afford it .”

Wu Mingkong knew about the steam car, it was a kettle that was called moving.

Wu Mingkong didn't dare to compliment his performance, unless he joined the Star Trail Ceremony, otherwise this thing would be a pit.

But after thinking about it, since it is produced by the containment agency, maybe it is not only the star track ceremony, but also containment objects and the like. It can be contained, and there is not much problem in this aspect.

It is regarded as the second posting and transformation of the containment.

Of course, that was what Wu Mingkong thought before he saw the steam car, and after seeing it, he felt a bit of shit.

It's not that the real thing is too high-end, but that Wu Mingkong's expectations are too high.

If this thing sits on it and moves at a high speed, it doesn't make sense if it doesn't fall apart.

The most important thing is that Wu Mingkong didn't discover the brakes, no wonder they are expensive and not many people can afford them.

Disposable items are not unaffordable, let alone unusable, except for extraordinary people, ordinary people may be able to restart their lives after using them up.

The impact of this kind of high-speed movement without braking can directly kill ordinary people and even first-order transcendents.

"I just want to ask, how will you brake in the future?" Wu Mingkong felt that sitting on this thing is better than walking, and it's safe to say so. Although it didn't affect him, he didn't want to take risks.

"Brakes? What are brakes?" Hobbs White didn't have the concept of brakes at all.

If it wasn't for the fact that this thing couldn't harm them, Wu Mingkong would have thought that this thing was going to send them on their way.

"I mean how do you stop?"

"It's very simple, a forbidden star track ceremony is enough." Hobbs White said that he used it in this way.

You have to know how to use magic to drive together, the kind that loses your sanity after using it.

"The original function of this steam car was not to carry people, but to transport steam bombs."

With that said, Wu Mingkong understands that it was originally used as a self-explosive truck.

"So, are you going to pull me to blow yourself up together?" Wu Mingkong has a black line, who is this person, why is he so weird, he can't say anything good, and he really has something to say.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you." Hobbs-White started the steam car with Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong was not at ease at all, especially when the people in the shelter said you should rest assured that something would happen every time they heard Simon Duncan say it.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 386 Embers of the Past (Fifteen)

Facts have proved that an eighth-level demigod and mage who is proficient in various star trail rituals is really at ease driving a steam car.

Although this steam car didn't have brakes, it didn't have a steering wheel either. Wu Mingkong had every reason to suspect that the car might have been out of the factory for only two days.

However, the word "fast and lightning" can be used to describe this steam car, especially under Hobbs White's various star track ceremonies, it can be regarded as arriving at the headquarters of the containment agency without any accidents.

"If you hadn't been in the car, I wondered if you wanted to kill me directly." Wu Mingkong jumped off the steam car.

"With your ability, how could you die on a small steam car?" Hobbs White laughed.

"Didn't you think about it when you used the star trail ritual of void jump?"

Void jump, commonly known as teleportation.

"The chief officer has been waiting for a long time, please follow me." Hobbs White forcefully changed the subject. For a moment, he really wanted to, but when he sensed that there was also a spatial fluctuation on Wu Mingkong's body when he jumped into the void, he I knew this method would not work, so I had to give up.

"Just be happy." Wu Mingkong didn't intend to pursue it. If he pushed him into the gap between the star realms when he was jumping in the void, Wu Mingkong could come back by himself. Maybe it would be better that way, and he would directly attack him. reason.

It's just that Hobbs White didn't act.

In fact, there are not many people in the entire headquarters of the containment agency, and they are basically dispatched away. After all, Wu Mingkong and the head of the chief agency really started to fight, and there are not many people who will be spared. It will not harm the fish in the pond.

Wu Mingkong seems to have seen the same kind?

No, it's not like, if we talk about Wu Mingkong's black hole that devours everything, then what is entrenched in the containment mechanism is the source of the distorted world.

No matter whether it is matter or energy, body or mind, they will all be distorted into weird appearances, but the other party seems to be converging on purpose to ensure that this weird distortion does not spread out.

It's just that as a distorted distributor, he can't stop everyone's perception of him from being distorted. One person has thousands of faces, which is exactly his current situation.

"So, this guy is playing off?" Wu Mingkong thought to himself.

This was also the case when his innate true body was just completed, he could not restrain himself from devouring the world, but fortunately, because his strength was not strong at that time, and he handled it in a timely manner, it did not deteriorate.

But the head of the chief was different. He didn't have such good luck. He had to rely on himself to suppress this situation, and as his strength became stronger, this situation became more and more difficult to control.

From this point of view, neither the Star Trail Ceremony nor the containment objects can effectively solve the distorted distribution of the chief commander.

"This chief director is really extraordinary." At the door of the containment agency, Wu Mingkong couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

Up to now, he still can't see the true background of the Chief Director from the distortion.

Even his observations were distorted.

"Indeed, from the single-handed creation of the containment mechanism to contain those contained objects, and even the summary of the Star Path Ceremony, it can be said that the origin of the entire extraordinary world comes from the head of the general authority." Hobbs White also echoed.

Wu Mingkong didn't know this. Everyone on the steam train, Wu Mingkong read the memory, and they didn't have this concept at all, which shows that they might not know.

But as an eighth-level demigod and the financial director of the containment organization, Hobbs White knew about this matter, and it was probably a secret event.

It's just that Wu Mingkong didn't do a large-scale soul search or mind reading after he came to Turan City. As a door-to-door visitor, it's very rude to do so, especially after seeing the capabilities of the chief director, Wu Mingkong is even more useless. Done, in case the other party is narrow-minded, shouldn't this be a fight on the spot.

"What's wrong with you?" Before Wu Mingkong entered the headquarters of the containment agency, something happened to Ron. He had been monitoring his brain activity, and he suddenly found that Ron's brain area was a little abnormally active.

It looks like it's fear, no, it's not good, it's more like some distortions in cognition.

Although it was not to a great extent, and even he himself was not aware of this situation, Wu Mingkong did monitor it.

This situation is very wrong. Everyone here will have cognitive distortions, but it will definitely not be as abnormal as Ron.

Everyone's cognitive distortions are caused by the Chief Director's inability to restrain himself, but Ron is different. His cognitive distortion does not seem to be directed at the Chief Director.

It's because of the inability of the chief commander to restrain his distortion, which caused his perception of the world to be distorted.

"Me? I'm fine." Ron was a little puzzled, why Wu Mingkong suddenly asked this question.

He didn't feel anything wrong with himself at all.

Ron can be said to be mediocre. There is only one real shining point in everyone's eyes, and that is good luck. If he is unlucky, how can he complete an incomplete star track ceremony and get a career as a superhuman?

"It's okay? It's okay." Although the cognitive distortion has already occurred, Wu Mingkong didn't find any more weirdness, and he couldn't even determine where this guy's perception of the world was distorted.

This can be regarded as a unique point of Ron. After all, he was distorted by the influence of the director general. What was distorted was not to follow the trend and target the director general, but to target the whole world strangely. Of course, only Wu Mingkong knew about this. Maybe the chief director in the headquarters of the containment agency also knows.

Even the eighth-level demigod couldn't notice it. After all, the eighth-level demigod said it sounded good. In fact, compared with the head of the chief, it was much worse. Even the head of the head couldn't get rid of the cognitive distortion, let alone other people. up.

Hobbs White was also a little puzzled, why Wu Mingkong would suddenly ask such a question, and he was still asking a first-order extraordinary person who had just stepped into the extraordinary world.

He didn't see that Ron's profession was incomplete. After all, it couldn't be seen. Simon Duncan and the others only knew about it from the conversation between Wu Mingkong and Moore Rawski.

"It's fine, just follow me." Hobbs White took Wu Mingkong and walked into the containment facility. The entire containment facility was not dark, but very bright and tidy.

Of course, this is in the eyes of other people. In the eyes of Wu Mingkong, if the distortion that exists all the time can be removed, it will be more perfect.

Although this distortion had no effect on Wu Mingkong, it was uncomfortable to watch.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 387 Embers of the Past ([-])

Blurred, distorted, mosaic.

This was Wu Mingkong's first impression of the director general. He was completely invisible, just like a distorted line sitting behind the desk.

"How do you feel?"

The chief officer's voice reached Wu Mingkong's ears like completely distorted ripples, and Wu Mingkong wondered if it was a voice or something else.

"I can't see clearly." Wu Mingkong directly expounded his point of view, it's not that he can't see clearly, the fuzzy mosaic is still very distorted, if he can see clearly, there must be a ghost.

Wu Mingkong pulled out a chair carelessly and sat down like this: "You should know my reason for coming."