Chapter 522: Spying on Intelligence

New York, Manhattan Island.

"Hi, Brother Liu."

Fu Qinghai stretched out his hand and waved.

"Brother, you are my brother."

Liu Ming held Fu Qinghai's hand tightly.

Then he looked at the four-armed Titan behind him. The mechanical giant stood tall. Manhattan Island is the place with the highest density of high-rise buildings in New York, but the Titan standing among them does not look small at all. Many technicians have built tower cranes and scaffolding around the Titan and are repairing the damage on the Titan.

"So this is your mecha."

Liu Ming tilted his head back with envy on his face:

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Haha, you didn't ask me."

Fu Qinghai laughed it off.

"Our boss wants to see you."

After the greetings, Liu Ming finally stated his purpose.

"sure."

Fu Qinghai nodded and said:

"By the way, which camp does the Lion Dance belong to this time?"

Ask about your faction before meeting.

"The Avengers camp."

Liu Ming simply showed his flipping hand.

The lion dance is also in the Avengers camp...

Fu Qinghai thought for a moment after hearing this.

So, THEM, Awakening Lion, Zero Realm Guild, Thorn Garden and several other samsara societies were assigned to the Avengers camp by the samsara world. The samsara players have always suspected that the samsara world will divide the camps according to the players' strengths. The current configuration...seems unfair, but it is actually fair. After all, almost all the superheroes in the Avengers camp are dead.

Those who are not dead have also disappeared.

In other words, the Reincarnations in the Avengers camp can only rely on themselves, while the Reincarnations in the other two camps at least have the support of Ultron and Kang the Conqueror.

"I would like to invite your boss to my flagship for a chat."

Fu Qinghai said to Liu Ming:

"I'll wait for him on Manhattan Island."

"Okay, I'll convey it right away."

Liu Ming nodded and left.

…

As the war in North America gradually subsided.

Fu Qinghai decided to have a fight with Conqueror Kang.

The "bump" here refers to a major battle.

As we all know, before any large-scale battle breaks out, there must have been countless secret spies on each other. The same is true in the world of reincarnation. Although Conqueror Kang and the Fifth Dimension are not ready for an all-out war with the Avengers, it does not prevent them from sneaking into North America to gather intelligence.

Berkshire, England.

Royal Borough of Windsor and Maidenhead.

The grass is green and the trees are lush.

Amid the lush, carefully manicured flower beds lies an ancient castle covering a vast area.

Windsor Castle. If this name is put in China, it may be a commercial KTV with a bunch of "princesses" in it. But in the UK, the real Windsor Castle is the largest inhabited castle in the world. In addition to being the official residence of the British monarch, it also condenses 900 years of British history and houses countless treasures of the British royal family, including works by masters such as Leonardo da Vinci, Rusbon, Rembrandt, etc., not to mention the furniture and accessories handed down from the Middle Ages. It is not an exaggeration to say that every room here is a small art exhibition room.

Now, Windsor Castle has been assigned to the Fifth Dimension by Conqueror Kang. As the residence of the people in the Fifth Dimension in Europe, the reincarnations live in the British royal palace in a dignified manner and enjoy everything in this classical and luxurious castle. As for the British royal family? They can live wherever they want.

At this time, in the luxurious restaurant of Windsor Castle, Ashburn shook the goblet in his hand, and the Screaming Eagle Winery's Sauvignon Blanc exuded a rich fragrance. The archdruid raised the rim of the goblet to his nose and sniffed it, then looked up at the members of the society on both sides of the long dining table and asked calmly,

"What is the prophecy like?"

"Reporting to the Lord."

One of the mages stood up and said,

"We jointly cast the eighth-ring magic 'Perception of Location' and 'Moment of Precognition' and found a place related to him. In addition, we also used the fifth-ring magic 'Otherworld Exploration' to ask a demon in the outer dimension whether the prophecy was true or not. The Crimson Dimension Cytorak responded to us and answered 'yes'. In summary, I think it is very true."

The above three magics are all prophecy spells. Among them, the spell "Otherworld Detection" is quite particular. The god system of DND is complex and rigorous. The level of wizard who casts Otherworld Detection corresponds to the level of god who answers the question. Only one question can be asked in one round, and the answer is "yes", "no", "maybe", "never" and other words.

Being in the Marvel Comics Universe, "Alien Exploration" naturally asks the local gods, and the Crimson Dimension Cytorak answers "yes", which is a very affirmative answer.

Ashburn nodded. The wizards and sorcerers under his command were always cautious, and the triple spells ensured that the intelligence was correct, proving that this action could be attempted.

"So, Duke Tucker."

Ashborn looked at the drow elves:

"It all depends on your performance now."

Duke Tucker means "unclean executioner" in the language of the drow.

The dark-skinned elf woman smiled slightly and drew out the two swords hidden behind her waist:

"Of course, my Lord."

…

New York, dusk, the Bronx.

A hazy shadow was jumping between the buildings.

The drow elf Duke Tucker used a ring of magic jumping to jump lightly from the roof of one building to another, avoiding the sight of people on the ground, and then used a ring of magic feather fall to float down gently from the roof.

At the same time, he did not forget to use the second-level spell to disappear without a trace and eliminate all traces of himself.

Although it seems a bit unnecessary, it has become a habit for the drow elves to be cautious.

The drow elves did not perform well when facing the zombie army - because that was not what they were good at.

As a drow elf, in addition to assassin spells, she also possesses a talent spell called "Dark Cloak".

A gray mist surrounded her, and the light bent and moved away in the mist, turning into a strange darkness.

As the sky darkened, the vision around us became increasingly dim.

The drow felt increasingly at home.

It was as if she was in the underworld of her hometown.

The drow elf squatted on the eaves of a house, picked up the telescope and looked down - the telescope could save an Eagle Eye spell slot, and then she saw a house number.

112 Ocean Avenue, Amityville.

Looking further back, a villa appears.

This place was exactly what she was looking for. It was also the place predicted by the wizards of the fifth dimension through several prophecy spells. Qingshan Khan often appeared here.

In the eyes of the fifth dimension spellcasters, Qingshan and his team were undoubtedly very mediocre. After entering the reincarnation world, a third-level spell "avoid detection" was the minimum to prevent the enemy from obtaining information through prophecy spells. Furthermore, there was a sixth-level spell "area shielding" to block prophecy spells in an entire area, and even a spell called "misdirection" that specifically countered "prophecy"... However, they did not take any measures to block prophecy detection, and the fifth dimension easily outlined his whereabouts through spells.

The battleship Supremacy.

Of course they didn't dare to go up.

Temporary base on the Isle of Man.

Players come and go frequently and the security is too strict.

There is only one place like this.

That guy often comes alone.

And...sometimes she doesn't wear power armor!

The drow acted cautiously, and of course she wouldn't be stupid enough to think that she could assassinate the enemy leader with this discovery. She just planned to come to this place to scout while Fu Qinghai was away, and find out why the man stayed here. If conditions permit, she can consider assassinating him. As a capable general under Ashburn, Duke Tucker has a lot of autonomy in action. She can plan actions according to the actual situation, and she doesn't need to stick to the tasks assigned to her by the archdruid. She can act according to circumstances and act according to circumstances.

It was completely dark.

The night sky gradually enveloped the earth.

The drow hid in the shadow of the alley, staring at the old villa not far away. He opened his black waterproof canvas backpack and began to check his equipment one by one:

first, he took out an M1911 pistol. This pistol was extraordinary, with spider web-like patterns covering the gun body. The black pistol was blessed by the Spider Queen Rose, the classic long-range weapon of the drow, and was enchanted with the spell "Spider Kiss".

At the same time, the drow patiently pressed the pistol bullets into the magazine one by one. An unclean ochre light flickered faintly on the bullet head, and there were some small pits on the surface, which was also the classic enchantment spell of the drow, "Residual Poison".

Every drow is a master poisoner.

After screwing on the silencer, pulling the bolt and loading the gun, the drow elf checked the smoke bombs and spray cans on his waist, which contained various toxins. Then the drow assassin inserted the dagger, slung the submachine gun, and put the sniper rifle on his back.

He stood up and walked towards the gloomy villa.

If time could go back, the drow elf would regret most every time he thought back to this day, that is, he did not learn a simple first-level magic - detection of undead.

…

The drow elf blended into the shadows, disappearing into the shadow of the alley. An instant later, he emerged from the shadow in the corner of the villa, holding a gun in one hand and sticking tightly to the corner.

"Instantaneous dexterity!" "Silent portal!"

The drow cast two assassin first-level spells.

The lock tongue on the side window of the villa flicked open gently, and then he raised his hand and slowly pushed up the window sash. The hinge hardware had long been rusted, but under the effect of magic, no noise was made.

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The living room was dark and silent. The assassin did not rush into the villa. Instead, he raised his palm to the window sill, and a black hairy spider crawled in from his palm.

Inside the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

Zhang Yuning suddenly opened her eyes while lying on the bed.

Fu Qinghai had just left and Zhang Yuning was still taking a nap on the bed. The woman suddenly turned over and sat up with a look of surprise on her face.

Her haunted house hasn't been open for a long time since the zombies were cleared out of New York City. Unexpectedly, a mysterious visitor came to visit so late today - strictly speaking, he didn't come to the door but climbed through the window.

The spider companion crawled around the living room, its eight pitch-black eyes constantly moving around, the dense cilia on its limbs trembling slightly, and finally it was sure that there was no living thing inside.

The spider turned and crawled back to the window, conveying this information to the drow elf. The hairy spider disappeared into the sleeve of the elven assassin, and the drow woman immediately turned over and entered the living room.

It landed steadily without making any sound.

The next second, "Bang!"

The window behind me suddenly closed and locked automatically.

Oh no, we've been discovered!

The drow felt a sense of alarm.

Without saying a word, she threw down two smoke bombs. With a "hissing" sound, thick poisonous fog rose along the floor, obscuring her figure. Then she held her breath and suddenly rushed sideways to the window. With a "bang", the thin layer of glass bounced the drow back. The drow raised its gun and fired. A few shots hit the window, but were bounced back by the invisible force field. Not even a dent or crack appeared.

The drow used the Shadow Merge technique again, but just as she disappeared into the shadows, her back foot was pulled out from under the sofa by an invisible cold claw, thrown into the air and slammed into the wall. The pain made the drow spit out blood. After falling to the ground, she turned over and got up, waving her daggers at the air. Her two daggers were enchanted with "Corrosion Blade" and "Cursed Blade" respectively.

But it's useless.

She couldn't hit the enemy at all.

"Chuckle, chuckle…"

A clear laugh sounded in the darkness:

"You didn't even say hello when you came. At least knock on the door."

The drow opened her eyes wide and looked around. She was born with "dark vision", but she couldn't find the source of the sound at all. The sound was hazy, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes far, sometimes near, and it seemed to be everywhere around her.

"Ugh..."

The drow felt a pair of cold, stiff hands with distinct joints grabbing her neck, lifting her up and suspending her in mid-air. She struggled desperately with her hands and feet but to no avail. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing became rapid, and she gradually became weak...

Finally, his head tilted and he passed out.

Based on the special properties of earthbound spirits.

As long as you are in a haunted house.

Zhang Yuning is almost invincible.

Even Fu Qinghai couldn't beat her.

…

The drow opened his eyes again.

What came into view was a cold, pale light.

There was also a tall and majestic figure blocking out the light.

"Hello, alien."

The tall figure spoke.

"Hmm..."

The drow frowned and groaned softly, blinking hard a few times, and the blurry scene in front of her finally came into focus. She saw a pale and gloomy man standing in front of her, wearing black and gold power armor, with an abstract bat logo on the left shoulder armor, neat black hair combed back, and several ugly scars spreading from the corner of his mouth to his ear.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Kalamanda."

The man continued to talk to himself:

"I will accompany you for the rest of the time."

As the Night Bat Warrior spoke, he lowered his head and began to organize the various tools on the metal plate. His expression was calm and patient. The drow's hands and feet were tied up. He turned around and saw pliers, scissors, clamps, hooks, needles of various sizes... There was a cold metallic light flashing on the surface of the tools. The drow's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Spider Queen Rose bless you..."

The drow whispered helplessly.

"It's useless to pray to any evil god."

The man smiled and picked up a hook:

"Perhaps you can try to enjoy it, alien."

"Now, I will peel off your skin first. This is the operation that our Midnight Lords are best at..."

The Space Marine hadn't finished speaking yet.

The drow have been overcome by an inexplicable fear.

"Ask me what information you want!"

The dark-skinned elf cried out,

"How can I tell you if you don't even ask me?"

The Space Marine stopped moving.

"Tsk, that's really boring..."

I just heard him mutter something in a low voice.

Then he dropped the hook and walked away.

…

The Captain's room on the ship.

Fu Qinghai sat behind his desk, reviewing with great interest the thick intelligence summary in his hand. At the end of the document, there was a joint signature from Karamanda and No. 56, indicating the authenticity and reliability of the confession.

Under the psychic intimidation of Kalamanda, the drow elf did not hold out for long and soon revealed everything. The information was so detailed and described everything clearly.

"What a bad taste! This is all..."

Fu Qinghai sighed.

Then I read it all without missing a word.

After closing the confession, Fu Qinghai leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, falling into thinking mode.

There was a very important detail in the confession, which the drow elf himself was not aware of when he made the revelation.

According to the drow narrative.

When Ashborn first arrived at Damocles Base, he used a teleportation spell...

This means that the unknown shield at Damocles Base cannot block teleportation...

You know, the void shield can block teleportation. Since Ashborn can teleport...

So why can't we teleport?

I thought.

A smile appeared on Fu Qinghai's lips.

...

(End of this chapter)