Chapter 669: Extra 20

"Can anyone tell me why all the communication lines with other branches have been cut off?"
In the dimly lit underground bunker, the air reeked of cheap instant coffee.
The bishop of the Reverse World Society rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling like his high blood pressure was about to flare up!
"It's not just one or two points that are down, Your Excellency."
The communications officer stared intently at the static-filled monitor screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard in almost spasmodic blurs.
"Even the core outposts that were able to maintain stable two-way encrypted communication yesterday have suddenly vanished without a trace today, completely lost!"
"Could it be a sudden 'wildfire'? That doesn't make sense!
There were no signs of electromagnetic interference, and the external environmental monitoring stations didn't sound any alarms.
Weren't we closely monitoring their personnel movements?"
The bishop slammed his hand on the table.
The Reverse World Society.
This name, which sounds like something a person with severe chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) would choose in an internet cafe booth, carries the heaviest mission currently borne by human society.
Since the man known as the King of Satan, with his suffocating "Fanghuan" empire, forcibly implanted biochips into billions of people worldwide with an iron fist, the world has been terminally ill.
To resist this atrocity that objectifies and enslaves all humanity, and to sever the web of power and conspiracy that hangs over the globe, the surviving rebels gathered in the ruins and the dark web, forging this steel-like underground organization.
The world has suffered under "Fanghuan" for far too long, and the number of those secretly assisting the Reverse World Society is far greater than ordinary people can imagine.
This has allowed their sphere of influence to expand wildly like a virus in a short period of time!
Because in this era, everyone with a clear mind knows the truth.
The Su Hao who resides high in the clouds is the "Antichrist" prophesied in the Bible over thousands of years.
And the Fanghuan he created is Satan's dark empire descended upon the earth!
As for the biochips they forcibly implanted in people?
Without a doubt, that's the "666 Demon Mark," clearly written in the Bible, representing despair and curse!
The Rebellious Society exists to ignite the last spark of resistance in this dark age!
"Um... Your Excellency, there are indeed some... uh, very outrageous rumors circulating in the Church right now. It's causing widespread panic..."
A high-ranking official wiped the cold sweat from his brow and spoke cautiously.
"Rumors?"
"Yes. Rumors say that Lucifer, the King of Satan... also known as Su Hao, has finally completed a leap in his life dimension.
He has transcended his mortal body and completely ascended to godhood!"
The cadre's voice was extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing some omnipresent ghost.
"He doesn't even need guns now; he's using some extraordinary divine power to cruelly slaughter our brothers and sisters of the Rebellious World Society all over the world!"
"What kind of utter nonsense is this!"
The bishop slammed his hand on the table, laughing in anger.
"Does that money-grubbing capitalist Su Hao transform into a Super Saiyan like in a comic book? Use your brains!"
"Indeed, Your Excellency!"
"To evade Satan's eyes and ears, haven't we been operating like rats, hiding in electromagnetically shielded rooms all over the world?
With our counter-surveillance technology, even Fang Huan's most elite 'Wildfire' unit has a hard time catching us."
The believer's eyes held a desperate fanaticism.
"But... what if those aren't human surveillance cameras at all, but 'Satan's eyes'?
If it's Satan, he can definitely see through the boundaries of matter, and the situation would be completely different!
Besides, the King of Satan doesn't need any human weapons to kill!"
Looking at the believer before him, spouting superstitious and religious jargon, the bishop sighed deeply and rubbed his aching temples.
This damned organization is getting harder and harder to manage.
The problem lies precisely here:
In this desperate era, pushed to the extremes by technology, there are always occasional fanatical, fundamentalist followers who insist on believing biblical doctrines that even a three-year-old wouldn't accept.
Frankly speaking, the more fanatical these individuals are, the more loyal they are, and the easier they are to use as human bombs.
But in this life-or-death situation, spreading such absurd supernatural rumors as truth is absolutely a fatal mistake.
Because besides collectively lowering everyone's intelligence, it will also bring unnecessary panic and chaos to the efficient operation of the entire organization!
“Stop talking nonsense! Anyone who spreads rumors again, don't hesitate to retaliate!” the bishop shouted sternly.
“But Your Excellency, it's difficult to simply treat this as spreading rumors!”
the cadre hurriedly retorted, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
“It is said that some believers who managed to escape did witness…”
"I witnessed that inexplicable demonic power, so inexplicably and horribly slaughtering our brothers and sisters!"
"I told you!! Stop talking nonsense!"
The bishop was utterly enraged, abruptly standing up, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, his finger almost poking his subordinate's nose.
"Whoever is spreading these absurd rumors, if anyone dares to take this nonsense seriously and continue to spread it to disrupt the morale of our order, I'll skin them alive... uh!"
Before those powerful words could even land,
the bishop, in his rage, suddenly had his pupils shrink.
There was no physical injury, no gas leak alarm.
He merely let out an extremely short, agonizing scream, as if his vocal cords had been severed...
Then, like a mollusk whose spine had been removed, he slammed headfirst onto the hard desk with a "thud."
A teacup was knocked over, and warm tea dripped and splashed onto the floor.
The entire conference room fell into absolute silence.
All the high-ranking officials' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"His...His Excellency the Bishop?"
A cadre, mustering his courage, stood up stiffly, his hand trembling as he reached out to check the bishop's breath.
However, just as his fingers were about to touch the bishop...
"Ugh!"
"Cough!"
"Ah..."
It was as if an invisible, malevolent, gigantic hand had casually crushed a few bubbles in the room.
These cadres, who had just been full of life, suddenly let out a series of short, gasping breaths, identical to the bishop's.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
They collapsed to the ground one by one, like harvested wheat.
No wounds, no struggles, no blood.
That instantaneous scene could not be explained by any medical means, such as a heart attack or stroke.
It was more like their souls had been forcibly ripped from their bodies in a fraction of a second by some indescribable, terrifying force!