Mermaid Reef

On this day of the end, the sun rises as usual.

There are no strange-colored clouds in the sky, and the Monte Sea is still calm and beautiful like the sky.

It's a pity that the port city still has traces of last night's chaos.

Crashed cars, charred house walls, debris scattered on the streets...

Strips of blue-and-white blockades separated the square from the street, and the wounded staggered about with a confused look on their faces.

Ambulances were bustling back and forth, and police cars were on patrol.The evil seems to have disappeared along with the darkness, hiding in an invisible corner again.

Those transportation companies and mining companies organized a group of armed security teams to fiercely guard outside the banks and dock warehouses. They caught many "thugs" who set fire and kicked them at will.

If crime has its mark, then these money-hired order defenders have familiar faces, and their souls smell of fresh black and smelly mud—they pretend to be innocents, change their skins, walk on the streets, and continue to enjoy With the temporary power that comes with this chaos.

Under this threat, more and more people choose to hide at home because it is too dangerous outside.

Perhaps walls, shuttered windows, and doors against furniture cannot stop these thugs, but they can bring a certain degree of psychological comfort.

Jason walked through the narrow and dark alley, and he saw some simple sheds beside him, and the people inside looked out through the gap in panic.

Opposite the alley is the trading building of the port, with a copper-cased English clock dial hanging on the outer wall.

The shorter hand points to the Roman numeral eight.

Twelve hours to go...

"...that breath is still not obvious."

Jason frowned slightly and whispered.

A light-colored mist that humans cannot see slowly emerges from the bottom of the sea, which engenders chaos and madness, and amplifies all negative emotions.

It sounds scary, but among mystic scholars, this degree of mutation can only be regarded as the initial stage.

They will pick up the heavy classics and use their own experience to guarantee that it is just a few evil gods' relatives making trouble, and the degree of danger is not high.

If humans are like this, what about the arrogant evil god?

What an ideal talent!It is simply the best ability to play tricks. It has been lurking and growing quietly, waiting for its body to be large enough, and then swallowing the entire planet in one fell swoop.

——The reaction time left for the evil gods is only a few days.

This time was unexpectedly extended by the evil god who hid deep underground, not wanting to alarm the same kind.

Jensen felt the ends of his vines tighten.

He was nervous, excited, and panicked.

He couldn't judge the gap between himself and the enemy from the breath, but it was obvious that this thing was definitely not something he, a new god, could deal with.

Even adding Gemil is hard to say.

"How are Typhon's preparations going?" Jason asked in a low voice.

Behind him "followed" a long and narrow shadow, which at first glance looked like an ordinary shadow cast by sunlight.

But when Jason lowered his head, the shadow on the ground did not make a corresponding movement.

"...Typhon is going crazy."

Gemil's voice sounded like he was sleepwalking.

The truth is similar, he can't reveal his aura while maintaining the connection with the dream, he can only "cling" to Jason and follow the latter's actions.

The current situation is that Puerto Montt has been selected as the battlefield, but all parties are trying their best to conceal this fact.

Needless to say, a certain evil god who wants to swallow the planet, just Jensen's aspect - Jensen and Gemil don't want the enemy to know that they are coming, and Typhon can't let the enemy know that he has discovered the secret.

Fortunately for the former, Typhon is really in trouble. There are a lot of evil gods on his side, and he has to be good at acting, pretending to know nothing, and deal with enemies who may come to inquire about the news.

"Really Leviathan?"

"Yes...the evil gods just don't pay attention to details, but they are not stupid."

Since the analysis at the last meeting put the suspicion on Leviathan, this time Typhon and his allies will of course pay attention to who is wrong.

Leviathan may have been too smooth all along, underestimating the same kind.

Of course, it's more likely that the circle of evil earth gods never needs to use their brains, because everyone doesn't use their brains every day, and all evil gods look like idiots.But in fact the brain is not a decoration, it can still play a role if you want to use it, so Leviathan was careless.

"So this proves that Thoth, the God of Wisdom, is indeed not on Earth." Gemil added.

Jason: "..."

Are you serious?

Confirm enemy information in this way?

Jason couldn't help asking: "What if Thoth sat back and watched Leviathan be exposed in order to make you make a wrong judgment?"

Gemil: "..."

This is an endless loop. Guess I guess you think so... How can I analyze the problem?

Jason coughed dryly: "Anyway, you remind Typhon to pay attention, last time he asked Anubis to ambush the Burning Sun God, this time don't let Thoth ambush us."

Gemil admitted that Jensen was right. He pulled away from his external consciousness and completely sank into a dream, becoming a shadow that drifted along with Jensen unconsciously.

Jason led Gemil and continued to walk forward.

As a city that is about to welcome the awakening of the evil god, Puerto Montt still maintains a superficial "normal".

Only some people can see Jason, and more people turn a blind eye to him.

"The messenger of death has arrived, and the angel blew the horn of doom..."

Jason heard someone crying and shouting in a nearby building, but before he finished speaking, his family covered his mouth.

They are afraid of getting in trouble, and they don't understand why their loved ones are yelling into the empty streets as if they've seen something terrible.

Jason looked down, and suddenly realized that he didn't pay attention when he was distracted. The shadow behind his body was stretched into a curved shape, as if it was about to float off the ground.

Jason quickly stuffed Gemil's shadow incarnation into the human shadow he had disguised.

Huh, it's normal.

Fortunately, in order to avoid alarming the evil god here, Gemil suppressed all the aura of the avatar, and what was accidentally exposed just now was only a corner, so that it would not explode into a mass of flesh and blood on the spot after being seen, but this shock Force can indeed destroy the spirit and thinking of a weak-willed person.

Jason's movements paused slightly, and he suddenly thought that this was just the difference between early death and late death.

Disaster is imminent.

***

Another deep-water port several kilometers away from Puerto Montt.

Freighters were docked side by side in the harbour, and representatives of mining companies struggled to communicate with government officials, but the answers they got were far from ideal.

Yesterday's earthquake also affected mining areas far away, and it is said that even small-scale collapses occurred in some places.Even without a blockade order, mining cannot resume.

Of course, it is not the safety of workers that hinders mining companies, but the major secret agencies from the United States and Europe.

The people in the mining company couldn't figure out why they were blocked for a whole month because of the huge capital behind them, and the mineral resources from Chile involved many interests.

Smart people have realized that there may be bigger troubles, but they can't do anything, and the pressure from the board of directors makes their hair fall out.

Today, it stands to reason is another day of no progress.

"Who are those people?"

"...It's the person who occupied the mining area, and I don't know the origin."

People from the mining company watched as those in black combat uniforms and camouflage uniforms boarded a ship in the port and headed out to sea.

Tabloid reporters hiding in the crowd quietly took pictures.

But this photo can't explain anything. Those people don't have badges on their clothes or writing on their faces. They can be said to be Americans or they can be said to be British.

The tabloid reporter sneaked into the telephone office at the port, squeezed his way through the managers of the mining companies who were sweating anxiously into the microphones, came to the corner marked with Chilean domestic lines, and paid the operator to call Puerto Montt for him. A hotel number for .

"Sir, the communication over there has been interrupted."

"What, is the earthquake that powerful?"

The bald tabloid reporter asked in surprise. He was not in the mining area, and he only felt the shaking here twice, but it was not strong.

"No, it may be due to the wiring, maybe it will be fixed at night..."

"Okay, I'll come back tonight."

This tabloid reporter is a friend of David, and because the disembarkation location is different, he arrived here first to investigate the situation.

I just shot something useful, and before the film was washed, I couldn't wait to inform David to come as soon as possible, and wanted to tell David that the clue was here.

The tabloid reporter struggled to squeeze out, but this time he angered a huge man, who pushed his chest out, and the unlucky tabloid reporter staggered and fell into the crowd.

Cursing.

The tabloid reporter's eyes were spinning, and he was full of doubts. Could it be that he had a concussion?

"Snapped!"

The sound of something falling.

"earthquake!"

The panicked shouts told him that it was not a concussion and he should run for his life.

He jumped up in a panic and ran out, and as he ran, he found that the shaking of the ground had stopped.

Except for the terrified crowd, nothing changed around, no cracks in the ground, no houses collapsed.

"Hey, it's just a small shake, it's frightening to death."

The tabloid reporter said happily.

The manager of the mining company next to him cursed, because if this continues, it will be even more impossible for the mining area to start work.

"Good news, good news! A copper mine has been lifted!"

"what?"

"Yeah, just suddenly... the isolation zone surrounding that mining area was untied, and I don't know what happened."

The crowd gathered together, discussing indiscriminately.

The tabloid reporter suddenly remembered the photo he took just now, a group of people hurriedly left by boat.

"No... no, something must have happened."

The tabloid reporter was struggling to balance the two options of running away and going to the mining area to interview. Finally, he remembered the various boxes that those people were carrying in their hands. They looked like precision instruments, but he believed that there were secrets inside.

"Things will definitely be brought back to the United States. There is no way to see them, so we can only find a way here."

After all, there are more mining areas blocked here.

***

At twelve noon, David sat on the ground panting heavily.

His suitcase has been lost.

It was snatched away.

He hid weapons, medicine, documents, and some cash on him.

David tried his best to squint his eyes to recognize the sign on the roadside, and then found in despair that he had only walked about ten kilometers despite his efforts.

Ahead is a rest area with a hotel and auto repair shop.

The road has been repeatedly run over by overloaded trucks, it is full of potholes, especially tires, and now there is a group of people arguing in front of the auto repair shop.

David stooped, groped around the corner, and got into an unlocked car whose driver was watching.

He stepped on the accelerator frantically, and rushed onto the road amidst screams and curses.

***

"Where did that reporter escape to?"

Gemil's consciousness broke away from the dream, and he turned to ask Jason who was sitting in a dilapidated cafe.

"Not too far."

Jason's heart was heavy, not for David, but for the life he loved, for the other human investigators.

If there is really a problem with the earth's core, Puerto Montt will not be the only one facing the catastrophe.

Whether it's John and Cindy in England, or Hans in Greenland, or Juan in the Caucasus mountains... this is the end of the entire planet and all human beings.

So it's meaningless to watch David escape, it's all a gamble.

Escaping from Puerto Montt is not necessarily escaping the scope of this disaster; if things develop to the worst situation, then no matter how hard you run, it will be futile.

"Typhon can't summon allies in the public way before, and he can't rush over directly. This will alarm the enemy, and he will take a while." Gemil stretched out a corner of the shadow and circled Jason's shoulder.

At this moment, a glass Coke bottle rolled to Jason's feet.

The tables, chairs and walls began to shake.

Crying and screaming can hardly be heard outside. The earthquake is like a stop sign. Press it down, and people will stop all work, and habitually hug their heads and shrink to a place where they feel safe. When the shaking stops, everything will return to normal. .

The overseer who whipped the workers continued to curse, the street sweeper stomped on the rubbish, and the children hid in their homes and cried.

The sun is sinking.