"The equipment is running normally, and the person is gone? How could it be?"

Richard McNong asked loudly, but this sentence was more about asking himself, and no one could give advice. This secret research was planned and implemented by himself, and no one was responsible for it except him.

A layer of shiny sweat beads oozed out of his head.

This research can be said to have violated many taboos. The church must be unhappy with this kind of research. Fortunately, Hickstu strongly supported it. Although the city hall sold its favor, it was more about the face of his father and elder brother, not himself. If this research method was known by the Alchemy Association, those old stubborn people would probably not give him a good look.

If something really goes wrong...

Now Richard McNong really felt the feeling of being alone. This feeling was so strong that in an instant, he almost forgot the fact that there were twenty-two people missing.

He remained silent, and someone next to him couldn't help but feel calm: "Second Young Master, please tell me what to do."

Richard McNong glanced at the man helplessly. This man was an undercover agent sent to the Drake Chamber of Commerce earlier, a third-level mage named Mosen or Monet. It is said that he turned the fifth floor of the underground and even got the Silver Medal of the Double Shield Fortress, which was a talent. He should have been promoted to him, but because his elder brother disliked him and thought he was so eccentric that he was cold and treated him coldly, he did ordinary guard work. This guy had no complaints, and he did whatever he asked him to do. He didn't look angry, but in fact, when he stared at his eyes, he would find that the cold and cold light shot out of his eyes was like a snake's eye, which made people shudder at one glance.

"That, that, Mo...Mo..."

"My subordinate, mage."

"Oh, yes, Mosen! You... take people to see, yes, go see! Are those people wandering around? Haha."

"I wish my subordinates could say it bluntly, it must be no. If it was one or two, it might be possible. Twenty-two must have been raided."

"However, the alarm array did not respond at all, and there was no magic fluctuation at all. How could it be possible?"

"Below level 2, the possibility of triggering an alarm is very low," Mosen paused, as if recalling something, "At the time, at the Drake Chamber of Commerce, a guy who didn't even have a level tied with the fifth-level swordsman."

"Ah, ah, it's amazing, that, you... should take someone over and take a look."

"As for orders, but subordinates should bring more people, at least twelve."

"for you!"

"Yes," Mosen turned around and turned around, "Second Young Master, you are our backbone. No matter what you encounter, please be calm. If it is difficult to make a decision, believe in your own feelings."

"Huh? Oh, thank you!" Richard McNong couldn't help but thank him, but immediately felt that it was inappropriate. He was the second young master of the Chamber of Commerce. How could he thank someone? He couldn't help but blushed, and quickly coughed twice, lifted up his airs and said, "I'm here to sit in the formation. I'm going to deal with the problem of insufficient magic energy output power. Go quickly!"

Mosen sighed secretly, went to order all the people and walked towards the energy storage tank area.

In fact, Mosen was also wondering: It was completely cleared ten days ago. Apart from the slime that could not be driven away, there was nothing left. Even the mud at the bottom of the pit was cleared out. A solid floor was specially paved, and then the lines were set up and the reactor was assembled. There were high-power light stone lamps all around, which were bright as daytime. Some of the alarm arrays were set up by themselves. They lost twenty-two people without knowing each other. How could it be?

Which force is taking action?

There are not many people who dare to touch the Hamilton Chamber of Commerce, the church, the town hall, and the alchemy association? The chamber of commerce is now the target of their favor and should not do such a thing. So, is it the eldest young master? The dispute over inheritance rights? This ten thousand-year-old second brother cannot even be a playboy, and cannot threaten his heir position. What else can I deal with?

The huge storage tank area has arrived, and the original interception chamber has been filled with rows of square storage warehouses like white brick houses. Countless thick black wires connect from the reactor to the inside of the wall, recharge the discarded elemental ore stored inside.

Although Mosen is not an alchemist, who does not understand alchemy? On the one hand, it is difficult to find an elemental ore, and the price remains high; on the other hand, the storage and processing of waste ore has become a big problem; now there is such an extraordinary technology, and the waste ore is eaten at a bargain price, and then sold after the recharge is completed. I think the second young master will make a big profit.

Human intelligence is really unimaginable...humans? What if the disappearance of those twenty-two people was not done by humans?

Mosen stopped suddenly, and the well-trained guard behind stopped immediately, quietly.

Seventeen large interception chambers, eight huge alien creatures lurking underground. Before the arrival of humans, they were the overlords here and each had their own territory. Now, eight stupid fools had been peeled and cramped and decomposed into alchemy materials. What else could threaten this layer of security?

Mosen's eyes turned to his feet in a silence.

Could it be that it was climbed up on the fourth floor? It was through sewage holes and directly connected to the sea! There is nothing in the sea?

Climbing up the shore from the sea? Then drilling through a permeability layer that is more than ten meters thick?

What a joke!

If there was such a powerful guy, he would have overturned the third floor long ago! Will he wait until now?

With a lot of question marks in his arms, Mosen carefully touched the No. 6 energy storage tank area.

The light stone lamps were still bright, and there was no trace of the alarm arrays everywhere. The equipment was still buzzing and running in a low voice.

Really disappeared out of thin air?

Silent fear began to sprout quietly in everyone's hearts.

"Get closer, don't be alone, go slowly."

The guards immediately gathered together, each holding weapons, and were on guard.

"stop!"

Mosen squatted slowly, and a mucus mark on the ground caught his attention.

What is this? He stretched out his finger and dipped it a little, twisted it, it was sticky, with a clear burning sensation. The huge snail crawled through it? It is impossible. With such thick mucus marks, the snail must be astonishingly heavy as its weight will crush it to death.

"Boss, what do you think is that? Is it a boot?"

Mosen stood up and looked towards the top of the energy storage tank in front. There was indeed a long boot on the edge of the tank.

Why did the boots run over there?

Mosen walked over, his wrist trembled, and the black snake jumped out, rolled the boots down. The boots fell to the ground, and a pool of exactly the same mucus slowly flowed out of the boots.

Before Mosen could see, someone shouted again: "There are clothes over there!"

“There are also there!”

There was only clothes, people disappeared, and all clothes were covered with transparent mucus.

With a plop, something fell from the sky and was falling above Mosen's head. Mosen raised his hand and touched it, soft and sticky. When he grabbed it, he couldn't help but scream!

It's an eyeball!

Everyone's eyes were all focused on the black dome. The brightness of the light stone lamp dispelled the darkness of the dome. There, half of the head was rapidly melting, and the eyes just now fell from the socket.

Everyone screamed at the same time!
Chapter completed!