Chapter 1070 Arrival

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

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

He doesn't know where this place is, the only thing he can know is that there are many foreigners here, either black or white.

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

Before entering the city, the driving jackal started to introduce. "It's called Underground London, and it's essentially a large abandoned sewer system."

"At the beginning, it was a gathering place for people like Moth and the Broken God, but gradually I realized that there are more and more people, and it has become a very complicated place."

"It's really strange, the IMF actually allows this place to exist?" Anna said, looking at the urban area that was getting closer.

"The place is only external. Those people in the headquarters knew that this place was blown up suddenly, and those people will build other places."

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

"So the place there is very unsafe, the shadow of the non-MF may stick to it, and even the people on the other side are not united, and some people often seek money and murder to blame the IMF."

Anna stretched out her hand to caress Gao Zhiming's thin face, while looking at him with a hint of playfulness.

"According to what you mean, the IMF's shadow agents have already completely infiltrated that broken place. If you take us there, you will put the sheep in the tiger cage."

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

"Moreover, there is a mixed bag of good and bad people inside, and there are all kinds of people. You can get more intelligence and information, which is incomparable on the Internet."

Speaking of this, the jackal glanced at Olivia who was sitting in the co-pilot huddled up.

"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."

Hearing someone mention her, Olivia woke up suddenly, and when she saw that no one spoke, she slowly closed her eyes again.

Anna looked at the head in the passenger seat who was shaking with the car with some disgust. "I hope so. I'm afraid I can't count on her. It will take three full seconds to prepare for reading the memory, which is too slow."

"Besides, the IMF's shadow agent even deceived herself in disguise. It would be too difficult for her, a rookie, to distinguish whether a memory is false or not."

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

Anna went there this time for another purpose besides gathering information.

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

If you want to create a power to cover people up, then the most time-saving way is naturally to imitate.

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

"The one who built this place is a Londoner. His nickname is Ares. He is the manager on the surface. Because he misses his hometown, it is called Underground London."

"Rumors say that his strength is astonishing, and he has seven abnormalities that can offset each other's side effects, but no one knows exactly how."

"Hmph." Anna narrowed her eyes slightly. "Regardless of his strength, he has been able to maintain the black market for such a long time with eight people on the bright side. He doesn't say he is loyal to the IMF. At the very least, he is very ambiguous."

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

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

While talking, cars have already started to enter the urban area. From the outside, the city looks very normal, no different from ordinary cities, with tall buildings still standing and cars coming and going.

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

Anyone who runs along the street, walks a dog, or drinks coffee may be a spy of the IMF.

After settling down in a small hotel, they began to prepare for the underground London.

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

Now that he knew that there were IMF agents and some people with ulterior motives in that place, it was natural to hide any memory points in any body.

Anna doesn't need these things, she still plans to hide and act underground this time, although the IMF already thinks that Anna is dead, but she dare not gamble.

At around two o'clock in the morning, led by jackals, they walked down an old subway station that smelled of urine.

During this period of time, the subway station should have been out of service, but it still works.

A subway with no lights on came in slowly.

Just as the door was about to close,

A few black men in windbreakers came in. They glanced at Gao Zhiming and the others, and walked towards other compartments warily.

Not only did they get on the train, but as the subway stopped at each stop, other people also got on the train, and there were also figures shaking in other carriages.

These people all tacitly said nothing, since they all came here, they certainly understood each other's purpose.

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

The subway door just opened, throwing everyone in the tunnel.

After the jackal gave the others a calm look, he pointed to the subway track below.

Under Gao Zhiming's surprised eyes, the track began to collapse downwards into a hole, turning into a long staircase.

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

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

This street spreads all the way forward, and no one knows where the end is.

Most of the people on the street wear the same clothes as Gao Zhiming and others, covering any skin with various decorations.

Part of it is to prevent the IMF from being targeted, and the other part is naturally to be alert to other people around.

However, there are also some special existences.

I don't know if I have confidence in my own strength, or I have confidence in my disguise technique. He directly exposed his appearance.

The street that was supposed to be lively turned out to be extraordinarily quiet in this place. Everyone was using gestures to communicate as much as possible, and they didn't speak if they could.

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

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

Before they had gone far, the flow of people in front of them began to get a little congested. When they passed by, they realized that those people seemed to be mourning something silently.

A huge portrait hangs on the wall, and white candles are placed everywhere under the portrait.

Anna knew the person in the portrait, it was herself.