Chapter 537
He was in a black suit, holding a black briefcase in his hand, and straightened his dark-textured tie, Mu Shaoan opened the door in front of him, and inside was a very spacious place. The Conference Hall on the top floor has huge floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing plenty of light in this room.
You can even imagine the magnificence and grandeur when the sun rises in the east and the sunset sets in the west.
In the center of the Conference Hall is a huge oval conference table. Twelve people are already sitting here, but apart from the old man, it is the old lady, Mu Shaoan, a youngster.
Politely pay tribute to these Old Guy nodded, and then Mu Shaoan sat in the thirteenth seat.
Speaking of which, there are only thirteen chairs in this Conference Hall. In theory, those who can sit here are the giants of the fourth War Zone cleaning division. Everyone has He holds a large number of younger brothers, and a well-known hunting group.
Actually, Mu Shaoan is the one that has the least foundation, so he just came to routinely order.
"Very well, everyone is here, so the regular meeting every six months is about to begin. This is my turn to chair the meeting. The first topic is to welcome S-1080. Mu Shaoan kids, you can get to know more in the future, oh, introduce yourself, old fogey, my name is Leng Feng, and the Heaven Fortified City hunting group was created by me. Of course, it was 800 years ago. I heard about me. Those apprentices and grandchildren of ‘s once had some conflicts with little friend Mu. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Duoduo Haihan."
At this time, I was sitting on the main seat, a hair grey-white, but I pulled it up and used a small piece of wood. The old man pinned by the stick smiled with a smile.
Mu Shaoan leaned quickly and didn't even dare to be it. Such an Old Guy can't easily offend him.
While the other eleven old men, the old lady still looks on deaf ears. Those who should wear sweaters play sweaters, those who play with cats play with cats, and those who play with mobile phones play with mobile phones. If you hear correctly, An old man not far away is playing Fighting Landlords. No, the voice that can't be afforded is really harsh.
The cold front seems to have been used to it, and continued: "The second issue, in the past six months, our fourth War Zone received a total of 312 transmigrator alerts, a total of 491 virus intrusion alerts, and 1290 plug-ins. Alert, apply for high level intervention 18 times, and no special intervention. Generally speaking, this data is at an average level. The above is very satisfied with this, but it also points out that as the fifth-generation virus evolves, the number is increasing. Their methods are becoming more and more Myriad Transformations. Therefore, we still need to strengthen their defenses while giving them powerful blows."
"Among them, I listed ten There are eight games that need special defense in the world, what do you have suggestions and opinions about?"
"No, defense, defense, the term Lao Tzu has been talking about for 1,200 years, but things are like this No matter how much we defend, we can’t eradicate the invasion of the virus, and we can’t stop the corruption of people’s hearts. Huh, it’s not only Adam and Eve who are tempted by the devil. Anyway, I can support it, verbal support, if you don’t have it, you will die if you want resources. One, it's up to you!"
A drunken Russian old man with messy hair and red eyes shouted in a loud voice, and after yelling, hu hu fell asleep.
"Don’t look at me, my manpower is not enough. Recently, these little bastards have made a few big holes for me. Why do you think it’s so uncomfortable? If I also have a child like Mu. That’s fine.” Another old man slapped haha, meaning something.
As for other people, what they should do, they have no interest in verbal support.
Then Leng Feng smiled bitterly, "Well, since this matter has been given an order, our cleaners branch is not good at doing anything, let my people handle this matter, Then enter the third topic. Recently, three game worlds have been officially registered in our fourth War Zone, namely Danger Land Escape, Werewolf Kill, and Ghost Recon. The wasteland of these three game worlds, system backup, system scan, and data Tasks such as classification, internal testing, and firewall setting have been taken away by other departments. What our cleaner division grabs is special intervention, so according to the old rules—"
"What old rules, It’s just for private interests, use official authority for private interests, use official authority for private interests, fly camp and goug each other, collude with each other, embarrassment, I don’t care what the rest of you do, anyway, this time the special intervention right of werewolf killing must belong to me, the last time the Soul of Darkness was special. I gave up the right to intervene graciously. This time is absolutely not good. I am really an old woman to be bullied?"
It is like a stone that provokes a wave of waves, originally a drowsy old The old ladies of man's were immediately passionate, and in a blink of an eye they fought with each other, or akimbo swearing, or pulling their hair, picking their eyes, and spitting at each other. Mu Shaoan was dumbfounded. Is this really the top of the fourth War Zone?
But he does understand that what they are robbing is fat guys. If everyone makes excuses and pretends to be inaudible, it must be a chore.
After a dead loss for a long time, in the end, whoever wins wins the special right to intervene in the three game worlds.
Then everyone continued to sit at the table and close their eyes, unperturbed, as if nothing had happened.
"cough cough, okay, now continue to the fourth topic, because S-712, the Old Guy, has been transferred to the tenth War Zone, so the special repatriation department is no longer in charge, although this It’s not a good job, but you can’t leave someone in charge, do you have any suggestions and recommendations?"
This time, just after Leng Feng’s words were finished, a bunch of old man and old ladies gathered together. Swipe extend the hand, point to Mu Shaoan, good guy, pass unanimously.
"It seems that this is really what the people want, boy Mu, that's all that's settled. If you have anything to do, please come to me. Okay, let's go away."
Only when the voice fell, I heard a gust of whiz whiz whiz, and the entire conference hall was empty, except for Mu Shaoan himself.
"Special Repatriation Division?"
Mu Shaoan muttered unconsciously, but did not take seriously. These days, he has been thinking about one thing, that is not long ago The ambiguous information that his boss revealed to him.
This information must be very useful, but there is no way to proceed. Cynthia’s memory is impossible. Then, except for the copy in her own hand, the rest, if there is, can only be in one person In the hands of the third War Zone branch system.
But, don't say he can't see the branch system of the third War Zone at all, what if he sees it? Even his own boss is helpless in this matter.
So, he has to think of a separate way.
"Didi!"
The phone in the pocket suddenly buzzes. This is a special edition phone of Chaos Base, which can replace system information, mainly because after returning to the real world , Those system information can’t be entered into the mind in real time.
Turn on the answer button, and immediately there is a cold, mechanical sound, which is basically similar to ordinary system information.
"No. S-1080, you have confirmed that you have become the director of the Special Repatriation Department of the War Zone Division of the Cleaning Workers. The relevant authority, responsibilities and data have been delivered in time. Please confirm and check."
"No. S-1080, request for help from the Special Repatriation Department. Twelve prisoners in custody have successfully escaped one minute before. Due to their special status and extremely dangerous, please go to deal with them immediately, stating that the case has been timely Announce the fourth War Zone branch system."
"What?"
Although Mu Shaoan knew that this special repatriation department must be a place without fuel and water, he did not expect it to be a mess. .
The Old Guys of wily old fox must be deliberate.
Despite cursing in the heart, Mu Shaoan quickly teleported from the real world back to the so-called special repatriation prison in the Fourth War Zone.
At this time, he already knew how much this place was. He said that it was a special repatriation, but it was actually somewhat similar to ordinary repatriation.
Ordinary repatriation is to catch the transmigrator, catch the Reincarnator, get a fat beat after catching it, and then throw it to the new barracks to return to the stove and re-behave to ensure that there is nothing wrong with it.
The special repatriation is much more complicated. These people are also transmigrators, but they are the aboriginal NPCs in the game world. This is usually the case. Due to viruses or errors in certain programs, It caused them to pass through passively. In short, this is a benign BUG, so they can't be treated harshly. They have to find a way to return them to their original world and erase their memories.
In short, it is very tedious and annoying.
When Mu Shaoan hurried to the prison of the Special Repatriation Division, he saw a group of NPC guards staring at small eyes, and the place they were looking at was stinking. The liquid corroded a big hole from which the prisoner escaped.
"What's the matter?"
"Report sir, the prisoner in cell 039 was mutated this morning, and when we were about to inspect it, it suddenly went crazy , Yaoyao, escaped with it, and 11 other prisoners."
A fully armed NPC soldier stepped forward to salute the replied.
"Why can't it be killed on the spot? Why not get it back right away?" Mu Shaoan solemnly asked, he thinks this NPC soldier is too rigid now.
"Report sir, the prisoners are important characters in the world of "Resident Evil" and cannot be killed. We have hunted them down before, but they escaped very quickly and may have escaped back to "Resident Evil". The game world of "Crisis" is out, and we don’t have permission to hunt."
"What? What are you kidding me? This is the headquarters building of the fourth War Zone. The antivirus hunters who come and go every day are worth 100,000 Human calculations, you tell me they just fled so furiously?" Mu Shaoan really felt absurd.
"Report sir, there was a team of zombie hunters preparing to enter the mission world at that time, so they may have been mixed in."
"zombie? You said the twelve prisoners. Is it zombie?"
Mu Shaoan's eyes widened again.
"Report sir, yes, they are all biochemical tyrants in the "Resident Evil" world!"
"What? 12 tyrants!"
Mu Shaoan sucked in a breath of cold air, hemp, no matter if this matter was premeditated or his luck is too bad, this matter is really troublesome anyway.