Chapter 869: Roy

Inside the subway station full of urine, some people in shabby clothes are waiting with dim eyes, the old subway that has been in operation for more than sixty years.
Although such old things should have been scrapped long ago, there is no way to use them. Since the currency collapsed, the infrastructure can only continue to be used in this way.
None of them had noticed that at the edge of the dark tunnel beside them, two people were whispering in English.
The one who spoke in advance was an old man with white hair. "The ship the target bought will soon enter Uther Wharf. It is a second-hand large ocean cruise liner. According to the intelligence of No. 8, the target is likely to be transferred to the ship."
"If you really get on a sea-going ship, it will be obvious that communications will be completely shielded. A closed space is best at brainwashing. That's why we will send you to it."
"We still don't know her next plan, but what is certain is that there may be big moves next."
It was a homeless man in shabby clothes who heard the man's words. His beard wiped his red lees nose and he opened the file record in his hand and was looking at the file again.
"Who is number 8 and where did she climb to within the cult?" the tramp asked in a low voice.
"In order to avoid being swept away by a net, I can't tell you that your mission does not overlap with her mission, and there is no need to know."
"Then does she know me?"
"I don't know either."
"Very well, I don't want some unprofessional people to hold back on this matter, but before that, I need to ask you a question."
The homeless man raised his head and stretched out his hand to scratch his neck covered in black mud. He looked at the old man in front of him and said: "When I went to lurking with Pope Maxwell before, you promised me that it was the last time. You have to know that my submission is over. It’s been two years since I applied for the assignment."
The old man patted his shoulder lightly with his hand, and said softly, "Roy, you can do more. After all, you are an expert in this area. You have never failed. I promise you this is the last time. The reward for this task has been remitted to your card in advance."
"It's not about money. I have done enough of this kind of rat life. I just want to go back to the sun. Every time I see your old face, I wonder if I am not a member of the IMF. Now, I don’t even know where the headquarters is!"
"Kang-kang-kang~" The rust-covered subway slowly entered the station, and the lights in the carriage dazzled Roy's vicissitudes of life.
"Roy, you should have known before joining the company. In order to avoid being counter-invaded, a shadow like you can only be contacted by one line."
Roy thrust the document into his arms, and said sarcastically in his voice: "If you suddenly die someday, I'm afraid I will really become a tramp."
"Relax, you will always be one of us, and for this mission, a C-level controllable anomaly has been specially mobilized to assist you. It has been placed in your tent, even if one day I really die. , As long as you hold this anomaly, they will definitely find you."
Hearing this, Roy looked particularly surprised, "This time I actually used a controllable anomaly? Does the headquarters place so much emphasis on it? I didn't mobilize when I went to the Broken God before."
"Well, this is different from the others you have come into contact with in the past, no matter how harmful it is. We have files on how those came from before, but this goal is different. She is like a creation out of thin air, and she After displaying various magic circles, the experimental department did not respond after re-enacting."
"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.
Through the subway glass with booger stuck to it, Roy saw the old man vaguely make a safety-conscious sign language.
Although the subway was old, it barely fulfilled its mission. Roy came out of the dilapidated subway station and walked along the street full of garbage.
Not long after he walked, he came to the gathering place of homeless people. The rows of tattered tents looked particularly ugly, and Roy found his tent. He went straight in, and placed a square black box on a thin quilt exposing cotton.
Roy looked a little nervous. Although he has been in the IMF for so long, he did not see things like controllable abnormalities a few times, especially this time it was still C-level.
After he calmed down a bit, he stretched out his hand towards the box. The outer packing box opened, and a fist-sized tapir appeared in front of Roy, with a piece of paper next to the thing.
Abnormal Name: 301—Stealing Dreams
Anomaly level: C level
Anomaly description: Stealing dreams is a wooden statue carved from a sycamore tree. When you have received A2 mental training, you will use it to gain the ability to steal other people’s dreams. You can also use it to simply modify certain things. The dream of a weak-willed person, thus changing the ability of others to make decisions without a trace. "
"Stealing dreams, like other anomalies, has a very special negative effect. Even if you have received A2 mental training, while you use it to influence others, other people’s dreams are also affecting you, everyone’s will and spirit. It's different, and the time varies."
"As the number of times increases, everything about you will change without you noticing it, and you will gradually become the suture of those who you have stolen through the dream."
"After XXX used Dream Stealing 125 times in a row in the 9-14 mission, her sexual orientation, language, memory, and personality have all changed in UU reading www.uukanshu.com."
After seeing these introductions, Roy looked at the thing in his hand in surprise. Although the side effects are great, I have to say that this is really an anomaly that is very suitable for agents.
"Number 5, make good use of it. Its range of influence is 50 meters, enough for you to snoop on the target's dream," a low voice suddenly came from outside the tent, causing Roy's scalp to tighten instantly.
Roy quickly unzipped the zipper and poked his head out, only to find that everything was normal outside. There were drunks and tramps everywhere. The sentence just now seemed to be his hallucination.
But Roy knew that when this anomaly appeared in his own hands, the organization had already filed it for himself, and his own life might not be as important as it was in his hands.
Most of the anomalies are uncontrollable, like this kind of controllable anomaly, but also very useful is too rare.
After carefully observing the anomaly for a while, he began to look at the information in the file again.