Chapter 66 - Alien

The fitting room fell silent as Su Jie hesitated and weakly asked, “Which Chu Xuan is it?”

“Lin Pi, Chu, Che Gan, Xuan.”

The bespectacled young man, dressed in a simple shirt and suit, calmly said, “The only surviving Genetically Modified Person from the first generation at Dragon Hidden Base, holds the rank of Colonel, birthday on November 21, prefers brightly colored fruits like tomatoes and apples.”

Oh, so it’s Colonel Chu, my apologies…

What the hell!

Are you making fun of me because I’m young and haven’t read “Infinite Horror”?

Su Jie had a weird expression and badly wanted to criticize, but he thought about his identity as an agent of the Special Affairs Bureau and chose not to speak.

The Slaughter Field Game had barely begun when the national apparatus took notice and immediately started investing all resources into researching and investigating it.

After initial understanding, soldiers, police, and national security personnel were drawn from various systems to firstly establish the organizational framework of the Special Affairs Bureau in the top four first-tier cities, and then gradually expand to second and third-tier cities.

The responsibilities of the Special Affairs Bureau are extensive, including but not limited to: protecting the safety of the people’s lives, maintaining social security, exploring the killing fields, finding, absorbing, monitoring, and protecting transcendent civilians, capturing superpower criminals, and foreign counterintelligence…

And if one carefully read newspapers and news at the time, they could find some very subtle details—numerous retired old professors and academicians rehired, experts in various fields constantly visiting the capital for consultancy meetings and symposiums, then disappearing from the news for a long time.

These expert teams would disassemble technology/magic/fantastic objects brought back from the killing fields by Special Affairs Bureau agents and try to analyze their principles.

For instance, the plasma confinement technology contained in Light Sabers, the tantalum-based alloy technology and mini nuclear fuel cell technology contained in Terminator robots, the superconducting material technology in Floating Cars.

Even if they couldn’t immediately understand and start mass industrial production, they still greatly benefited scientific theories and technological breakthroughs.

Who controls the Slaughter Field, controls the future.

It’s not just about social order and national interests, but also about the survival of the nation and the rise and fall of civilization.

Realizing this, the state intensified its support for the Special Affairs Bureau.

Due to some elements of the Slaughter Field Game resembling real-world art and literature, the think tank created a series of online courses to quickly educate the Bureau agents on movies, TV shows, novels, video games, and animations…

It’s said that across the ocean in the United States, an office has been established where world-renowned directors, screenwriters, novelists, and comic creators are invited to give lectures, personally analyze their creations, and discuss their creative process for players to reference.

For instance, the structural diagrams of Star Wars spaceships, the Treasure Map from Pirates of the Caribbean, hidden treasures from Harry Potter.

In this context, many players are well-versed, and even if they haven’t seen the famous artistic works, they have a general idea of the content.

“This mission’s objective is ‘go to the bunker’s main control room, open the main gate.’ Considering the two-hour time limit given by the mission, the target location won’t be too far.

Or it might be far but accessible through a fast means of transportation.”

Li Cheng, cosplaying as Colonel Chu Xuan, played with a red apple, “From the bloodstains on the ground and the damage on the metal cabinet, this mission’s difficulty likely centers around dangers hidden within the bunker.”

The motorcycle driver muttered, “Isn’t that obvious without analysis?”

To which Li Cheng looked surprised, turned to Su Jie and said, “Xiao Honglu, did you hear something?

It sounded like someone was talking.”

Not really, you just talked to me earlier, and now you act like I don’t exist?

Is it because I’m not showing my face and don’t resemble a character from ‘Infinite Horror’ so you’re selectively ignoring me?

If it weren’t for the fear that you might be from the Wild Laughter Troupe, I’d let you know what a black hand can do!

The motorcycle driver felt his head start to ache, and Su Jie also twitched his mouth, trying to ignore the “Xiao Honglu” character setup from “Infinite Horror” given by Li Cheng.

“So, um,”

Su Jie cleared his throat and took out a scroll from his Backpack, “This is our Special Affairs Bureau’s internal equipment.”

[Special Effect: Honor promises.

Two or more players voluntarily sign an agreement on a specific content.

The system notarizes it, and all parties must adhere to the agreed content.

Any subjective or objective violation of the agreement will cause cognitive dissonance in the players.

If the initiator of the oath breaches it, they will suffer more severe damage.

After one party breaks the oath, the bind on the other party will also be automatically lifted]

[Cooling Time: The contract disappears after being signed by Party B, and the original document of Party A automatically restores.

Only one unsigned contract can exist at the same time.

A player can sign multiple contracts.]

[Note: Due to the downturn in the soul contract market, the Hell Demon Monarch has ordered his demon minions to optimize their service attitude, dressing them in maid outfits, bunny girl costumes, and witch costumes to conduct business in the mortal world.

Moreover, the bottom 1% of underperforming demons are dismissed monthly, euphemistically known as delivering excellent talents to society.]

The content of the Oath had already been prepared by the think tank of the Special Affairs Bureau, sprawling hundreds of words, meticulously stipulating that players must not subjectively attack each other with malice.

In emergency situations where attacking a teammate is necessary to save him or oneself, certain conditions must be met.

The effects last until the end of the task.

Since Su Jie was the initiator of the contract, he faced more restrictions.

After reading the content of the Oath, the motorcyclist thought it over before agreeing to Su Jie’s proposal and marked a check on the parchment, thereby signing the contract.

Li Cheng also signed.

Seeing this, the motorcycle rider somewhat relieved, said in a deep voice: “Since this is just a regular task, I won’t show my player ID.

Just call me the Driver.”

“Okay,” nodded Su Jie, looking around and saying, “Usually, the buildings constructed by Gouzhuang in the killing field aren’t designed with human life necessities in mind, yet this place clearly shows signs of habitation.

This indicates that the entire bunker has been pulled into the killing field from another world through a rift.”

As is well-known, rifts open randomly, sometimes throwing experimental subjects from the killing fields into the real world, and sometimes pulling unfortunate living people from the real world into the killing fields.

In some rare cases, the killing field absorbs items, constructions, or even living humans from places outside Earth.

Not long ago, an agent from the Special Affairs Bureau captured a humanoid octopus creature dressed in clothing within the killing field.

By extracting the memories from its brain, the Special Affairs Bureau learned that it came from another planet, also unlucky to have been pulled into the killing field by a rift.

That planet was likewise ruled by a single intelligent species, with concepts of civilization, national ethnicity, and social division; their technology level was slightly ahead of Earth’s.

And they too had what you’d call Summoners four and a half years ago in Earth time…

After obtaining this information, the Special Affairs Bureau immediately contacted other powers to discuss how to deal with these extraterrestrial civilizations.

Thud!

The sound interrupted Su Jie’s thoughts, and he saw that at some point, Li Cheng had left the group, following the bloodstains on the ground to a leaning closet.

Leaning to one side, he forcefully opened the closet door, from inside slid out a…

fully armed security officer?

A European-looking male in his twenties, pale-faced and unconscious, with a sturdy physique, wearing a black bulletproof vest and helmet, a pistol on his waist, and a pump shotgun in his hand, with a large wound on his ribs wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

Clearly, he had hidden himself in the closet, avoiding something.

“He’s still alive!”

Su Jie quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and placed his palm on the wounded area of the security officer.

As his palm emitted a faint light, the pallor on the security officer’s face gradually regained color.

Startled awake, he screamed as if plunged into immense fear, “They’re here!

They’re here!”

“Calm down!

Who are they?

Where is this?”

“They’ve gone out of control, the theme park’s exhibits, they killed everyone.” The man’s eyes trembled continuously, speaking incoherently, “Whimper, I want to go home…”

Step, step, step.

Footsteps approached rapidly, violently smashing open the door of the changing room, and a particularly familiar creature appeared in the player’s vision.

A slender humanoid figure, a banana-shaped smooth head, sharp teeth dripping with saliva, a body covered with a black metallic-like shell, a long tail extending from the spine, and backward-bent legs…

It was the famously classic science fiction monster—Alien.

“Walking Grass, use Paralysis Powder!”

The Driver shouted loudly, commanding the Pokémon to spin itself and spray a large cloud of sparkling powder towards the Alien.

The Alien, seeming to know the powder was harmful, crawled on all limbs like a cat, swiftly darted along the edges of the covered area, jumping back and forth between the closets, lunging toward the Driver.

In midair, it opened its ferocious mouth and projected its signature tongue, or rather, secondary jaw.

(There are 700 words of explanation added in the middle, not counted as VIP words)