A very ordinary SUV was running wildly on the road, speeding towards the distant city.
Gao Zhiming, whose head was almost covered by a black hood, carefully poked his head out and looked at the suburban houses outside.
He didn't know where this place was. The only thing he knew was that there were a lot of foreigners, some black and some white.
The unfamiliar environment made him feel restrained and he instinctively leaned towards his sister's arms. When he smelled the faint fragrance, he felt a little relaxed.
Before entering the city, the jackal driving the car began to introduce it. "That place is called Underground London. It is essentially a large abandoned sewer system."
"At first, it was a gathering place for people like the Moth and the Broken God, but gradually more and more people came and it became a very complicated place."
"It's really strange that the IMF actually allows this place to exist?" Anna said as she looked at the city area getting closer and closer.
"The place is just external. If the people at the headquarters know that this place has been blown up suddenly, they will build other places."
“Instead of constantly playing hide-and-seek with them, it’s better to use this place as a fish pond and keep casting fishing lines to catch big fish.”
"So the place is very unsafe. The shadow of the IMF may stick to it. Even the people on the other side are not united. There are often people who commit crimes for money and murder and put the blame on the IMF."
Anna reached out and stroked Gao Zhiming's thin face, looking at him with a hint of amusement.
"According to what you said, the IMF's shadowy agents have already completely infiltrated that place. If you take us there, you're sending a sheep into a tiger cage."
Jackal nodded solemnly. "But high risk, high reward. If you want to join an organization, or set up an organization and want others to know about it, going there is definitely the quickest way."
"There are all kinds of people in there, and you can get more intelligence and information, which is incomparable to the Internet."
Having said this, the Jackal glanced at Olivia, who was huddled in the passenger seat.
"And we have Olivia. Although she can't modify her memory now, she can already read it."
"With her here, we can easily observe what everyone is thinking."
Olivia woke up suddenly when she heard someone mention her. When she saw that no one was talking, she slowly closed her eyes again.
Anna looked at the head of the person in the passenger seat with some disdain. "I hope so. I'm afraid I can't count on her. It takes a full three seconds to read the memory. It's too slow."
"Besides, the IMF's shadow agents can deceive even themselves when they are in disguise. It would be too difficult for a rookie like her to tell whether a memory is false or not."
Olivia's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she didn't open them in the end.
Anna went to that place this time for another purpose besides collecting intelligence.
That is to observe what other forces on the surface are like.
If you want to create a force to hide your identity, then the most time-saving way is naturally to imitate.
"Jackal, why is that place called Underground London?" Anna suddenly changed the subject.
"This place was built by a Londoner. His nickname is Ares, and he is the manager in public. He named it Underground London because he missed his hometown."
"Rumor has it that he is incredibly powerful and possesses seven anomalies that can cancel each other's side effects, but no one knows exactly how."
"Hmph." Anna narrowed her eyes slightly. "Regardless of his strength, he was able to maintain the black market for such a long time with such an open person. If he is not loyal to the IMF, at least he is very ambiguous."
"And he must be a very good person, otherwise he would have been killed by the IMF long ago."
"No one has seen him, but you are right. Although I didn't work in the intelligence department before, I can guess that he must have cooperated with the headquarters."
As we were talking, cars had already started to enter the city. The city looked very normal from the outside, no different from any other ordinary city, with tall buildings still standing tall and cars coming and going.
Anyone running, walking their dog, or drinking coffee on the street could be an IMF spy.
After settling down in a hotel that was neither too big nor too small, they began to prepare for their journey to underground London.
Three pure black robes and a few pairs of sunglasses were all they had to adorn themselves.
Since we know that there are IMF agents and some people with bad intentions in that place, we naturally have to hide any memory points of the body.
Anna doesn't need all these. She still plans to operate underground this time. Although the IMF has long believed that Anna is dead, she doesn't dare to take the risk.
At around two o'clock in the morning, led by the jackal, they walked down the old subway station that smelled of urine.
The subway station should have been closed during this period of time, but it is still operating.
A subway car without any lights on slowly drove in.
Just as the car door was about to close,
A few black men in windbreakers came in. They glanced at Gao Zhiming and others, then walked towards other carriages vigilantly.
Not only did they get on the train, but as the subway stopped at every station, other people also got on the train, and there were also shadows of people swaying in other carriages.
These people all kept silent, since they all came here, they certainly understood each other's purpose.
When the seats in the carriage were almost half full, the subway stopped between two stations.
The subway doors just opened, throwing everyone into the tunnel.
The jackal gave the others a calm look and pointed at the subway tracks below.
Under Gao Zhiming's surprised gaze, the track began to collapse downwards into a hole and turned into a long staircase.
Some familiar customers in the crowd stepped on the fence and jumped down.
Below the stairs is an empty sewer pipe that creates a busy street.
This street stretches forward and no one knows where it ends.
Most of the people on the street were dressed like Gao Zhiming and others, covering their skin with various decorations.
One part is to prevent the IMF from targeting you, and the other part is naturally to be alert to other people around you.
But there are some special ones.
I don't know if he was confident in his own ability or in his disguise skills, but he just exposed his appearance.
The street, which should have been bustling, was unusually quiet in this place. Everyone tried to communicate with gestures as much as possible and avoided speaking if possible.
There were some people wearing black helmets standing in some conspicuous places. Judging from their postures, these people should be the maintainers of this place.
The shops on both sides of the street seemed to be selling some unusual things, and Anna saw someone selling mummies.
They hadn't walked far when they saw a traffic jam ahead. When they passed by, they realized that those people seemed to be mourning something silently.
A huge portrait was hung on the wall, and below the portrait, white flowers and white candles were placed everywhere.
Anna recognized the person in the portrait; it was herself.
(End of this chapter)