A very ordinary SUV car was running wildly on the road, speeding towards the distant city.

Gao Zhiming, who had almost covered his entire head with a black hood, carefully poked his head out and looked at the suburban houses outside.

He didn't know where this place was, the only thing he could know was that there were many foreigners, either black or white.

The very unfamiliar environment made him feel restrained and he instinctively leaned into his sister's arms. When he smelled the faint fragrance, he felt a little relaxed.

Before entering the city, the jackal driving began to introduce it. "The place is called Underground London, which is essentially a large area of ​​abandoned sewer system."

"At the beginning, it was a gathering place with people like Moths and the God of Brokenness, but gradually I realized that there were more and more people, and it became a very complicated place."

"It's really strange that IMF can make this place exist?" Anna said as she looked at the city getting closer and closer.

"The place is just outside. Those people at the headquarters knew that they suddenly exploded here, and those people would build other places."

"Instead of playing hide-and-seek with them, it is better to put it here as a fish pond and keep putting fishing lines to catch big fish."

"So the place is very unsafe, the shadow of the MF may stick to it, and even the people on the other side are not united. Some people often commit money and blame the IMF for their lives."

Anna reached out to stroke Gao Zhiming's thin face while looking at him with a hint of fun.

"As you mean, the IMF's shadow agent has already completely penetrated the broken place. If you take us over, you will send the sheep into the tiger cage."

The jackal nodded with a serious expression. "But there is high risk and high reward. If you want to join any organization, or set up an organization to let others know, it is definitely the fastest to go there."

"And there are mixed things, and all kinds of people can get more information and information, which is incomparable to the Internet."

Speaking of this, the jackal looked at Olivia, who was sitting in the passenger seat and curled up in a ball.

"And we have Olivia. Although she can't modify her memory now, she can already read it."

"With her here, we can easily observe what everyone is thinking in their hearts."

When Olivia suddenly woke up when she heard someone mentioning her, she slowly closed her eyes again when she saw that no one was talking.

Anna looked at the shaking head of the person in the passenger seat in the passenger seat with some disgust. "I hope this is the case. I'm afraid I can't count on her anymore. It takes three seconds to prepare for reading the memory, and it's too slow."

"And the IMF's shadow agent pretended to cheat himself. It would be too embarrassing to her, a rookie, to tell whether a memory was false."

Olivia's eyelashes blinked slightly, but they did not open them in the end.

In addition to collecting intelligence, Anna went there this time to another purpose.

That is to observe what other forces on the surface are like.

If you want to create a kind of power that covers people's ears, the most time-saving way is naturally to imitate.

"Jackal, why is that place called Underground London?" Anna suddenly changed the topic.

"The person who built this place was the Londoner. His nickname was Ares. He was an open manager. Because he missed his hometown, he was called underground London."

"Rumored that he is amazing, he has seven abnormalities that can offset each other's side effects, but no one knows what exactly."

"Hmph." Anna's eyes narrowed slightly. "No matter how strong he is, he can maintain the black market for so long in the open. He doesn't say he is loyal to the IMF, at least he is very ambiguous."

"And he must be very good at being a human being, otherwise he would have been killed by the IMF."

"No one has seen him, but you are right. Although I didn't work in the intelligence department before, I can guess just by guessing that he must have worked with the headquarters."

While talking, cars have begun to enter the city. This city looks very normal from the outside, no different from an ordinary city. It is still tall buildings and cars are coming and going.

But Anna's heart began to hang at this moment, and the thick canvas had already covered them.

The dog walking by the street is drinking coffee, and anyone who is probably the IMF spy.

After settling down at a hotel that is neither big nor small, they began to prepare for their trip to underground London.

Three pure black robes and several pairs of sunglasses are all their decorations,

Since we know that there are IMF agents and some people with bad intentions, we naturally have to hide any body and memory points.

Anna doesn't need these. She still plans to hide underground this time. Although the IMF has long thought that Anna is dead, she dare not gamble.

At around two o'clock in the morning, under the leadership of the jackal, they walked down the old subway station full of urine.

During this period, the subway station should have been shut down, but it still works.

A subway without any lights drove in slowly.

Just as the car door was about to close,

Several black men in windbreakers came in. They looked at Gao Zhiming and others and walked vigilantly towards the other cars.

Not only did they get on the bus, but as the subway stopped at one stop, others also got on the bus, and there were also people shaking in other cars.

These people didn't say anything tacitly. Since they all came here, they certainly understood the other party's purpose.

When the seats in the car were almost half full, the subway stopped between the two stations.

The subway door opened like this, throwing everyone into the tunnel.

After giving the others a look of peace, the jackal pointed to the subway track below.

In Gao Zhiming's surprised gaze, the track began to collapse downward into a hole, turning into a long ladder.

Some regular customers in the crowd stepped on the fence and jumped down.

Below the stairs is an empty sewer pipe, which creates a lively street.

The street spreads forward, and no one knows where the end is.

Most of the people on the streets are dressed like Gao Zhiming and others, wrapping up any of their skin with various decorations.

Part of it is to prevent the IMF from targeting it, and part of it is naturally to be alert to others around.

But there are some special existences.

I don’t know if I have confidence in my strength or my disguise skills, but I directly exposed my appearance.

The streets that should have been bustling in this place seem particularly quiet. Everyone is communicating with gestures as much as possible, and they don’t speak without saying anything.

Some people with black helmets on their heads stood in some conspicuous places. Judging from their posture, these people should be the maintainers of this place.

The shops on both sides of the street seemed to be selling something unusual, and Anna saw someone selling mummies.

Before they could go far, the crowds in front of them began to get a little congested. When they walked past, they realized that those people seemed to be mourning something silently.

A huge portrait was hung on the wall, and under the portrait, white flowers and white candles were scattered everywhere.
Chapter completed!