Chapter 120: Face?

Female officer, you're not actually going to play for real, are you?

Can you not point the gun at people? I'm afraid it might discharge.

Buddy, relax, relax.

The bikers obediently raised their hands, and even looked at Buleiya with terror, as did the three agents who also had their guns raised.

Clatter!

Just then, the bar's skylight was violently shattered!

As the glass shattered, more than ten indistinct figures came through the skylight and fell straight into the crowd inside the bar.

Get down on the ground!

Everyone, get down on the ground and don't move!

!!!

This time, the bikers were thoroughly scared stiff; they didn't dare utter a single wisecrack, lying face down on the ground, terrified of losing their lives, completely motionless.

Even the spiky-haired guy who had been standing on the stage earlier lay down on the stage without hesitation.

Buleiya, isn't this going too smoothly?

The agent standing beside Buleiya, seeing the situation suddenly turn, couldn't help but ask.

I'm not sure; first we need to secure this bunch, then we can look for that so-called Holy Lord.

Buleiya was equally puzzled, but she hadn't forgotten what the spiky-haired guy had just said.

Hmm, yeah. The agent nodded in agreement.

So the two took stun strips from their tactical packs and began ensuring each biker lying on the ground remained unconscious.

Sizzle—sizzle!

Er! Uh!

Inside the bar afterward, faint electrical noises could be heard, along with the bikers' short cries of pain from the sudden shocks they couldn't help but let out.

At the same time.

A group of MTFs wearing lightweight TPS Power Armor also deactivated their optical camouflage, continuing to guard the bikers lying on the ground to ensure the four agents had a safe working environment.

The leading MTF's helmet had a special skull spray paint.

While this MTF led his deputy toward Buleiya, he also flipped up his helmet.

Yet the face beneath the helmet remained mysterious, as this MTF also wore a skull mask and sports sunglasses, making it impossible for anyone to see his true appearance.

Simon Riley.

In the company, only this Ghost likes to dress like that.

And this MTF with optical camouflage is the 141 Mobile Task Force stationed at the European branch.

The Ghost's deputy was the silent Xiaoqiang.

The Ghost stepped forward and said: "MTF-141 responds to your call for aid; is there anything else we can help with?"

"Lieutenant Riley?" Buleiya recognized the Ghost's voice and couldn't help asking.

"." The Ghost stayed silent, seeming not to recognize Buleiya.

In fact, the last time the two met was during the "Strange Human Model" incident over two years ago, when the ones responsible for rescuing Leon and Buleiya were precisely the 141 led by Pulaise.

For Buleiya, it was her first encounter with an anomalous phenomenon, which opened the door to a new world for her, and the memory is still fresh.

But for the Ghost and the rest of MTF-141, it was just a routine support mission, so it's no wonder the Ghost didn't recognize her.

Seeing Simon remain silent, Buleiya didn't want to reminisce; instead, she returned to a neutral expression and said:

Thank you for the support, MTF-141; you just need to help us guard these followers. The technical and cleanup teams will arrive shortly, and—

Having said that, Buleiya gestured with both hands and continued:

The volume of this anomalous creature should be about the size of a basketball, and these followers seem to call it the Holy Lord.

Based on the information we currently have, we speculate that it lacks independent mobility, or at least moves very slowly.

But we can't rule out the opposite traits; later we'll interrogate that spiky-haired guy on the stage, but we still hope you'll keep an eye on the whole building.

Is that it?

As Buleiya finished speaking, Xiaoqiang, standing behind the Ghost, raised his hand and pointed to the bar counter beneath the stage.

Everyone followed the direction of Xiaoqiang's point.

An indescribable 'creature' lay as a lump on a white plate, its tentacles like beige noodles encircling a glass, as it was gulping down strong liquor into its mouth.

Rather than calling it a creature, it's more like animate noodles.

Italian noodles?

"Xiaoqiang, you lead half the team to stay on guard, ensure our agents' safety; if those lying on the ground aren't cooperative, you're authorized to use forceful weapons, and I'll take responsibility for the consequences."

The Ghost immediately gave the order.

"Received." Xiaoqiang replied softly.

The Ghost closed his helmet again, holding an extended-barrel pulse rifle, and led six MTF-141 members in a semicircular formation toward the bar counter.

Buleiya and the other agents likewise raised their guns in readiness, but they chose not to move forward.

After all, their gear couldn't provide effective assistance, and if a sudden situation arose, they'd only hinder MTF-141.

Professional matters should be handled by professionals.

The Ghost and the six MTF-141 members gradually closed the distance to the bar counter, finally stopping three meters away.

They aimed their guns at the lump of noodles.

Burp—!

Suddenly! The lump of noodles let out a loud burp.

"Clang! clang!" After the burp, the lump of noodles, still holding the glass, kept striking the marble tabletop, slurring:

Wine! Where's the wine?! Give me a full glass of vodka! Burp~! Come on~ keep drinking? Where's the music? Where's the lights? Where are the people?

Afterwards, that lump of noodles twisted its body on the plate, then raised two eyes that grew from the noodle roots, swaying as it observed the surroundings.

It looked quite like the appearance of a drunk human.

This series of actions by the noodles did not draw fire from the Ghost and the 141s.

Because before the anomalous phenomenon shows hostility, it's best not to meet force with force; moreover, not everything can be eliminated physically.

And this lump of noodles remains within the tolerance range of the Ghost and the 141s, and it has been observed that the noodles seem able to communicate with humans.

When the lump of noodles looked toward the Ghost and the others, the Ghost said, "Please do not make any rash actions, and accept our control."

"Rash actions? I'm just a plate of spaghetti, what rash actions could I do? Strangle you with noodles? Ahahaha!"

Saying that, it also used tentacle-like noodles to wrap around the wine glass, making a strangling motion.

"Pa—" However, using too much force, the cup showed no cracks; instead, the noodles broke a few strands.

From this, it can be directly analyzed that the strength of this lump of noodles is far less than that of humans.

Yet the Ghost and the 141s have not let down their guard; they do not rule out the possibility that the noodles are feigning weakness.

Not long after.

The cleanup team in black suits, along with personnel wearing masks and gloves and protective gear, surged into the bar.

With the support of the cleanup team, Buleiya and the other intelligence officers quickly brought under control all the cultists dressed as bikers, and prepared to conduct an on-site interrogation of the hedgehog-headed.

The technical personnel then began to examine everyone present, and assigned four people with professional tools, preparing to place that lump of spaghetti into a dedicated containment container.

(End of chapter)