In a subway station full of the smell of urine, some people in ragged clothes were waiting with hazy eyes for the old subway that had been running for more than sixty years.
Although this old thing should have been scrapped long ago, there is no way to stop it. It is good enough that it can be used. Since the total collapse of currency, the infrastructure has basically said goodbye to updating.
None of them noticed in their laughter that two people were whispering in English at the edge of the dark tunnel next to them.
The one who spoke first was an elderly man with graying hair. "The ship the target bought will soon arrive at Uther Wharf. It is a second-hand large ocean liner. According to No. 8's intelligence, the target is likely to gather and move to the ship."
"If we really get on board a ship, it will be obvious that all communications will be blocked. A closed space is best for brainwashing. That's why we're sending you there."
"We don't know her next plan yet, but it is certain that there will be big moves next."
The person who heard the man talking was a homeless man wearing ragged clothes, with a scruffy beard and a red nose. He opened the document in his hand.
"Who is No. 8, and what position has she reached in the cult?" the homeless man asked in a low voice.
"In order to avoid being caught in one fell swoop, I can't tell you this. Your mission doesn't overlap with hers, and there's no need to know."
"Does she know me?"
"I don't know either."
"Very good. I don't want some unprofessional people to drag me down in this matter. But before that, I need to ask you a question."
The homeless man raised his head and scratched his neck which was covered with black dirt. He looked at the old man in front of him and said, "When I went to hide in Maxwell Pope before, you promised me that it would be the last time. Why do you have a new mission now? You should know that it has been two years since I submitted the application to end the mission."
The old man patted his shoulder gently and said soothingly, "Roy, those who are capable should do more work. After all, you are an expert in this area. Among so many people in the organization, no one is better at spying than you. I promise you, this is the last time, and the reward for this mission has been transferred to your card in advance."
"This is not about the money. I've had enough of this rat life. I just want to get back into the sunshine. Every time I see your old face, I doubt whether I am still a member of the IMF. I don't even know where the headquarters is now!"
"Bang, bang, bang~" The rusty subway car slowly pulled into the station. The lights in the car made Roy's weathered face flicker.
"Roy, you should have known this before you joined the company. In order to avoid counter-invasion, shadows like you can only communicate through a single line."
Roy stuffed the document into his arms and said sarcastically, "It's just a one-way connection. If you suddenly die one day, I'm afraid I'll really become a homeless person."
"Don't worry, you will always be one of us. In addition, the higher-ups have specially mobilized a Class C controllable anomaly to assist you for this mission. It is now in your tent. Even if I really die one day, as long as you hold this anomaly, they will definitely come after you to reclaim it."
Hearing this, Roy seemed particularly surprised. "They actually used controllable anomalies this time? The headquarters takes it so seriously? You know, they didn't mobilize them when I went to the Broken God before."
"Well, this is different from other organizations you've come into contact with in the past, no matter how harmful they are. We have archived records of how those organizations came about before."
"But this target is different. It's like she was created out of thin air. There is no trace left. Moreover, she displayed various magic arrays, but the Experimental Department did not react at all after reproducing them."
Roy nodded solemnly, then turned and walked towards the subway door that was about to close.
Through the subway glass that was caked with booger, Roy saw the old man making a subtle sign to signal for safety.
Although the subway was old, it managed to accomplish its task. Roy came out of the dilapidated subway station and continued walking along the garbage-strewn street.
Not long after walking, he came to a gathering place for homeless people. The rows of tattered tents on the roadside looked particularly ugly. Roy found his own tent and went in directly. On a thin blanket with cotton exposed, there was a square black box.
Roy seemed a little nervous. Although he had been a member of the IMF for a long time, he had not seen controllable anomalies very often, especially this time it was a C-level one.
After calming down a little, he reached out to the box. The outer box opened, and a fist-sized tapir appeared in front of Roy, with a piece of paper next to it.
Anomaly Name: 301-Dream Stealer
Abnormal level: C
Abnormal description: The Dream Stealer is a wooden statue carved from a sycamore tree. When you have received A2-level mental training, you will use it to gain the ability to spy on other people's dreams. You can also use it to simply modify the dreams of some weak-willed people, thereby changing the ability of other people's choices without leaving a trace. "
"Like other anomalies, Dream Stealing has very special negative effects. Even if you have received A2 mental training, when you use it to influence others, their dreams are also affecting you. Everyone's will and spirit are different, and the duration is also different."
"As the number of times increases, everything about you will change without you noticing, and you will gradually become a patchwork of those whose dreams you have spied on."
"XXX's sexual orientation, language, memory, and personality have all changed completely after she used Dream Stealer 125 times in a row during Mission 9-14. And these adaptations were spliced together from other times."
After seeing these introductions, Roy looked at the thing in his hand in surprise. Although the side effects were great, it had to be said that this was really an anomaly that was very suitable for agents to use.
"No. 5, make good use of it. Its range of influence is 50 meters, which is enough for you to spy on the target's dreams," a deep voice suddenly came from outside the tent, making Roy's scalp tighten instantly.
Roy quickly unzipped his pants and stuck his head out, only to find that everything outside was normal, with drunkards and homeless people everywhere. The words just now seemed like an illusion to him.
But Roy knew that when this anomaly appeared in his hands, the organization had already registered it for him. Now his life might not be as important as this thing in his hand.
Most anomalies are uncontrollable. Controllable anomalies like this one, which are also extremely useful, are extremely rare.
(End of this chapter)