Late at night, in a wealthy coastal area of Cape Town, an eerie silence emanated from a private manor as luxurious as a royal palace.
Just like a heavily guarded palace, there is a post every three steps and a sentry every five steps. Dozens of bodyguards in black patrol the huge manor tirelessly, watching for every disturbance.
And in the heart of the private manor, in a most closely guarded bedroom, a skinny man with a haggard face was sleeping on the bed, without any of his former glory.
That was Dlamini who had lost a lot of weight.
If he was once a lion, then after the kidnapping incident, he turned into a cruel and suspicious jackal.
In the past three months, Dlamini's temperament has changed drastically. From being a strategist in the past, he is now beating and scolding his subordinates at every turn. Several of his close associates were even tied up in sacks and sank into the sea for some minor mistakes.
He has lost weight almost visibly to the naked eye, and his originally strong body has gradually become rickety. Coupled with his pale complexion, some people would believe him even if he is said to be seventy years old, let alone fifty years old.
Everyone discovered that Dlamini had changed. Now he was afraid of the cold and light, and had a strong lack of security. He didn't even go out, and just locked himself in his manor to handle affairs all day long.
At this time, Dlamini was lying on a wide oak bed and sleeping soundly. The room was lit with soothing agarwood, but his frowning brows showed that he was not sleeping peacefully at this time.
"Ding, task release prompt!"
Suddenly, a cold mechanical female voice broke into Dlamini's mind. In an instant, Dlamini opened her eyes, and her eyes were filled with endless bloodshot eyes.
"you again!"
Dlamini's pupils shrank and she murmured softly.
At this time, he was no longer as embarrassed as he was when he heard this voice for the first time. After all, he was a tycoon with the power of life and death. Three months was enough for him to be prepared to face this matter.
He took a deep breath, and then said coldly, "Speak!"
"No. gamma20220001, you have received the task from sigma05. Please turn on the computer to check it within half an hour."
"turn on computer?"
Dlamini was silent for a moment. He did not turn on the light, but walked to the desk in the dark and turned on the power of his laptop. "Then what?"
"drop!"
However, before Dlamini could finish asking, the screen of the computer that had just started suddenly went black, and the original interface of the computer turned into a black and red pattern.
Dlamini narrowed his eyes, reached for the table, and finally took out a pair of reading glasses and put them on his eyes.
Only then did he see the pattern on the computer clearly.
It was a black and red circular pattern, or a logo.
The logo consists of two hands about to touch and a blood-red background.
The two hands are located on both sides of the logo. At this time, the hand on the left is hanging slightly, and the hand on the right stretches out the index finger, as if the two fingers will meet in the next moment.
Both the structure and the position of this pattern reminded Dlamini of the frescoes in the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican.
A mural called "Genesis".
The hand on the left represents Adam, the human being, and the hand on the right represents God Jehovah.
However, unlike that mural, the hand representing God in the logo is not human-like, but a completely mechanical structure.
Seeing this scene, Dlamini suddenly realized that this logo was the symbol of the mysterious organization.
"Mr. Dlamini."
But just as Dlamini was sighing, a voice suddenly sounded on the computer.
"who!"
Dlamini shuddered, subconsciously tensing up, but then relaxed again, and said in disbelief, "Who are you, and how did you break into my computer?"
"We have met, Mr. Dlamini."
However, the hoarse young voice said something like this.
Hearing this, Dlamini's pupils shrank, and he instantly thought of the dark and bloody living room, that cheap and cheap hotel...
It was a nightmare he didn't want to remember.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Dlamini, let me formally introduce myself."
But unlike that day, the owner of the voice did not make fun of him at this time. He just said solemnly, "I belong to the 'God's Forbidden Zone' organization and a member of the Disciples' Council. My number is No. 05. You can call me -"
"Judas."
Judas
Dlamini took a breath. The amount of information in this passage was so huge that it exploded. God's forbidden area, the disciples' council, numbers, and Judas...
What kind of organization was he involved in
"Mr. Dlamini, your current status is that of a downline developed by me. Originally you belonged to the lowest delta level of the organization, but because you successfully completed the A-level tasks assigned by the organization three months ago, Therefore, it was exceptionally upgraded to gamma level."
The voice said slowly, "I'm sorry, I'm not qualified as your mentor, and I didn't teach you what to do in the first place, so I am determined to give you a compensation."
After a pause, the voice added, "Of course, you can also choose to refuse."
Offline? compensate
Dlamini only felt that his mouth was dry. He wanted to curse at the voice, but his reason stopped him in time. He had to swallow the grievance in his heart and asked again in a hoarse voice, "Here?" Before that, can I first understand the organization you are talking about?"
"Of course."
The voice paused, and then said, "Our God's Forbidden Zone is a group of people who are dedicated to pursuing immortality and even eternal life. The members involve the entire federation, whether it is Europe, America, the East, or here, we all have them trace."
As the voice spoke, Dlamini suddenly saw the computer screen change, and a document appeared, "I have sent you the organization manual, but please do not try to print or record it in other ways, otherwise you know it will what happened."
The voice did not contain a hint of warning, but when Dlamini heard these words, he trembled all over, subconsciously touched the back of his neck, and his face turned pale.
The other party said it was a document, but it was actually a long agreement, which included the precautions for the God's Forbidden Zone organization and an introduction to the God chip.
It was only then that Dlamini knew for the first time what the hell was in the wound on his neck...
"The God chip is a biological intelligent brain that assists human beings in work and life. You can say it is a technological revolution and a new generation of intelligent assistance systems for mankind; you can use it to record everything you see in front of you and wait for it when needed. Let it stream the video to you over the network.”
"At the same time, it can connect to the Internet anytime and anywhere, query any knowledge for you, or guide you on what to do when you encounter problems."
"Even when you are in danger, it can automatically call the police, or take over your body to escape for you or kill your opponent."
"These functions will be opened step by step as your level within the organization increases..."
"This is the God chip."
The voice said calmly, "Now you should understand that it is not a misfortune that we choose you. Perhaps this is just the opportunity for you to truly rise."
Finally, the voice suddenly lowered its voice and said, "Mr. Dlamini, do you want to be the next Mandela?"
Dlamini's pupils shrank.