Chapter 478: 2. The case of the disappearance of fermentation-Gagen for the Arcanist Allen Brothers【3/7】

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At midnight, near 1 o'clock in the morning, the young investigative reporter Eddie Brooke suddenly woke up.
He opened his eyes in the dark and looked around blankly. He fumbled to turn on the lamp at the head of the bed. In the dim light, he saw the familiar furniture arrangement and the wall with murals in front of him.
This is his home in San Francisco.
He stood up in a daze, walked around the house, took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, he felt like he had drunk too much, and then broke the film.
He couldn't remember how he got home.
His memory is still a day ago. He made a deal with the drunken chef and was driving a car full of ingredients to slowly enter the scene of the secret base in Kansas.
All the memories behind disappeared.
It was as clean as it was deleted, no matter how hard Eddie recalled, he couldn't remember what happened yesterday.
He felt a little annoyed in his clothes, and finally found a voice recorder in his lining pocket, and his notebook, and there was a note in it.
Eddie picked up the note and wrote a sentence on it.
"When you saw this note, you had forgotten that interview, but it must be true."
This is his own handwriting, exactly the same. It was written by him, and it seems to be a special reminder.
Eddie opened the recorder suspiciously and opened the notebook.
The next moment, his own voice sounded in the recorder:
"I'm ready, Mr. Agent, can I start?"
"of course."
It was another voice that answered him, hoarse, low, somewhat gloomy, which was in line with the agents' personalities.
"The first question, is this base dedicated to holding radical mutants?"
"No, this is not accurate, Mr. Eddie. Let me explain it to you."
The voice spoke in a hurry:
"This base is not a shelter, it is prepared for some dangerous and unusual prisoners. Whether or not to put the prisoner in this base depends not on whether he is a mutant, but on him in society Self-positioning."
"Only criminals will be sent here, and the people detained here are also people who have a great threat to social order."
"Then you have the authorization of the government to decide to build this base?"
Eddie heard his voice ring again, exactly the same as his interview style, sharp and straight into the subject.
Another voice replied:
"No, we get a higher level of authorization from the World Security Council's Mutant Affairs Decision-Making Department."
Eddie listened to the 30-minute interview recording while looking at his notebook. The facts recorded by the two corresponded exactly. Unless it was a premeditated fraud, it must have been his own.
But Eddie’s question in his heart was not answered. After listening to the recording, he flipped out his backpack and found his camera.
In the camera's storage, there are more than 70 photos, all of which are recorded inside the ghost base.
But Eddie also can't remember under what circumstances he recorded these photos.
There was an unexplained fear in his heart. He looked out of the window subconsciously. It seemed that in the dark night outside the window, an invisible ghost was staring at him.
"Ding Ding, Ding Ding"
Just when Eddie was suspicious, his cell phone suddenly rang, startling him.
The investigative reporter picked up the phone, which was the call from his editor-in-chief. He connected the phone, and he asked:
"Ball, is there anything?"
"Eddie, I heard you finished the interview with the Kansas base?"
The editor's voice that couldn't suppress joy came from the phone, he asked:
"Have you collected first-hand information about that mutant base?"
"I collected it."
Eddie said:
"Not only the photos, but also the interview with the chief of the base..."
"It's really yours, Eddie!"
The editor appreciated loudly:
"This is great! We will be the first media to publish these materials. We will seize the breaking point of this news. Eddie, I know you are tired. It is definitely not easy to deal with the agents, but I still hope You can send those materials to me tomorrow morning, we must seize the time to dig out more useful information."
"However, Eddie, I'm still curious. How did you do it? I can understand when I walked into the base, but you also got an interview with the main officer. God, this is almost unimaginable."
The editor-in-chief Ball asked curiously that Eddie himself did not know how to answer this question, he could only say vaguely:
"Sorry, Ball, I don't want to talk about this issue."
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay."
The editor-in-chief, who smelled the news, said quickly:
"I can understand that you investigative reporters all have their own ways. I shouldn't ask this question. This is my fault. Take a good rest, Eddie. We will see you in the office tomorrow morning."
After talking, the editor hung up the phone.
Eddie heard the hang-up on the phone, he angrily reached out a bottle of beer, walked to the window and opened it.
He looked out at the night outside the window. In the black night, he poured himself a big sip of beer. He raised his hand and looked at the note in his hand. The handwriting on his own left Eddie in several places. Minutes later, he finally made up his mind.
He decided to believe in himself.
But at the same time, he became more curious about the base and the agent chief who had interviewed him.
He also had a hunch, maybe in the near future, he would meet the mysterious agent again.
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Merlin didn't care about being in distant San Francisco, and a reporter stared at him.
The importance of this matter cannot even be ranked in the top 30 of all important matters that Merlin is currently dealing with.
At this time, in the conference room on the fourth floor of the S.D.O.L.D. headquarters in New York, Merlin and his commanders were sitting together. They were discussing a recent event that was intensifying.
The disappearance of mutants is increasing, and the speed is getting faster.
"Not only are radical mutants missing, sir."
Colson, who was coming from Philadelphia, looked a little tired. He clicked on the computer keyboard at his hand. On the projection screen in front of everyone, a map of North America appeared with a lot of red dots on it.
Colson said:
"This is all the disappearances that occurred on the mainland in the last 7 days of the week, most of them are radical mutants that should be arrested, but there are also a small number of mutants who maintain neutrality."
"Our agents searched the scenes of several disappearances in Philadelphia. As before, there were no suspicious traces. Some witnesses said that the missing persons left the house as usual and then disappeared."
"There is no doubt that the mysterious marauder is no longer satisfied with harvesting bad guys."
Melinda said in a low voice:
"After receiving the order from the headquarters, I dispatched an agent to lurk near the homes of some mutants, but as long as there were no problems with the mutants we were concerned about, the guy seemed to be aware that we were protected People, they are very careful when choosing their targets, and those people have disappeared before we can react."
"The question now is, we don't know this guy, what the do he do to catch these mutants."
Merlin looked at the projection in front of him. He held a note in his hand with a big "?" drawn on it, and next to the note was information about the missing mutants.
Barbie and Tripp have analyzed the identity of these missing persons, but have not found any clues about their connection. In other words, when the mysterious guy looted these mutants, it didn't seem to have a very clear purpose. It was like choosing a target at random.
But Merlin could feel that this was not the case. These missing mutants must have some common traits that are attracting the mysterious Marauder Ghost.
"Maybe it's another evil study of mutant human genes, maybe he is to regroup a dangerous force after Magneto, maybe for some other purpose."
Merlin shook his head, he said:
"There is too little information available, we can't infer at all, and we can't even guess, which is really bad."
"But one thing is certain."
Merlin looked at his subordinates and he said:
"His plundering is becoming unbridled. From the current point of view, his target does not include moderate variants, so I doubt it is actually a kind of punishment...a symbolic clean-up operation."
"If he continues this behavior, then soon, he will find our head."
Merlin said in a meaningful way:
"Now there are a large number of radical mutants on the mainland, right at the ghost base. Perhaps, we can use this to lead him out."
"Before this matter has reached its extreme, before a new round of panic is triggered among the mutant population, we have to find a way to solve this matter."
Merlin sighed, looking at the note in his hand, he said:
"I have made a request to the Continental Hotel. In the next week, they will provide us with all the information of the radical mutants in their hands at one time. You, you have to put these in the shortest time. The guys all grabbed and sent to the ghost base."
Merlin's fingers moved a bit, he said:
"I will apply to the Trident Headquarters to mobilize a special reaction force to assist you in the capture work. As long as we move fast enough, we can solve this problem before the next appearance of this mutant marauder."
Merlin's request made the other commanders nod, and the trick of setting bait was not clever, but it was often very useful.
"But sir, if the purpose of this predator is really to collect the genes of the mutants, then opening the ghost base as a setting point is equivalent to opening the door of the rice warehouse to the hungry mice."
Mike sitting on the side, this tower-like agent commander Shen Sheng said:
"In case our plan of foreshadowing fails, then the predator can easily achieve all his goals... I mean, if we can’t stop him, and can’t catch him, then we are quite Yu helped him."
"Yes, your considerations are indeed correct, Mike."
Merlin nodded and said to Mike and others:
"So the ambush at the ghost base is a backup plan at the bottom of the tank. I did not intend to implement it immediately."
Merlin says:
"I will try again in my way. If I can find the mysterious marauder in advance, then we don't need to carry out such a risky plan. But I can't tell you my specific actions."
Merlin says:
"From the current situation, this guy is likely to have strong mental control, like the ability of Professor Charles. I can't guarantee that he will not hide in the dark and spy on your thinking, so I can't take risks."
Merlin rubbed his forehead. The brain closed was fixed in his mind. He didn't need to worry about his mind being invaded silently, but the others couldn't.
For this ethereal, but threatening mind controller, he must be fully prepared before acting.
He took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, then stood up, picked up the clothes beside the chair, and said to the others:
"Come on, I invite you to have a supper, and then enjoy your weekend."
"From next Monday, guys, you will be busy again."
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