old dream

Chapter 355 Spear and Shield

Almost at the same time that Colin was being led out of the back door of the Metropolitan Theater, McBride's car also stopped in front of the fountain at the front door of the theater.

Between the two rows of shell-shaped fountain sculptures, there are already many people standing in a mess, some escaped guests, and some passers-by who don't know why.When Mike got out of the car, he was still wearing the uniform of a general without a rank.Although these people didn't know the identity of the person who came, they gathered together as if they had seen the backbone, as if reporting to him, and shouted as if asking for help:
"Your Excellency! There are at least 70 people, Your Excellency! Heretics practicing sorcery are everywhere..."

"Your Excellency! I saw with my own eyes that it was done by the Woodlanders! It was the same as the attack on the Grand Court!"

"Your Excellency, please, my female companion is still inside!"

A flood of noise and crowds surrounded Mike, and the theater was no longer as calm and elegant as it used to be, completely out of order.However, Mike, who was being pushed and shoved, didn't seem to hear the cries of distress or fear around him. He didn't try to understand the current situation from anyone, but looked back at the heavy-duty FM ceremony placed in the back seat again.

Because until now, McBride still can't believe what happened more than 20 minutes ago.

——He set up a dead end with a beast-like intuition, but the Yemin woman escaped after all.

No matter how deteriorating the situation at the Metropolitan Theater, nothing seemed to scare Mike more.

The FM ritual he set up did not shift the other party's coordinates—only shifted for less than a second, and the nightman stabilized the coordinates, and then connected to the ritual position.

Although she was seriously injured at that moment, the man slipped out of Mike's fingers no matter what.

What does this mean?

McBride had that question on his mind as he drove to the Grand Theatre.

The frequency suppression ceremony is the only "spear" in the hands of the alliance that can completely detect and restrain the night people's attack.

And Yemin's coordinate stabilization device is a defensive "shield" born as a countermeasure.

The development of these two technologies is almost an arms race between the alliance and the dark river about spear and shield, offense and defense.

Therefore, in recent years, in the eastern countries of the alliance where their struggle has become fierce, under the pressure of life and death, these two technologies have been evolving at a speed of almost one change per year and one subversion every three years.

So, what about the Principality of Edmond, where there is almost no underground river activity?

When was the last time frequency suppression rituals were introduced?

five years ago?Or ten years ago?
The war was only a few years away, but before you knew it, both the Ninth Bureau and the theater department were behind the times.Mike asked himself, if a stronger FM ritual had to be used to solve the problem, how many positions are there in the entire country?The answer is two, and one of them was damaged four years ago, and no one can find anyone to repair it.

As for the only remaining one... the cost of each startup is an astronomical sum.

"Your Excellency, are you the only one here?"

"...Your Excellency, Your Excellency? Your Excellency, General!"

Noisy.

The chaotic shouts brought Mike back to his eyes. His eyes swept around the crowd, but he didn't find any uniformed people who could obey the command.So he could only turn to recognize the faces of everyone at the scene, and find out the secret agent of the principality lurking in the crowd.

"You, you... and you. Come out."

He stretched out his hand, and clicked seven or eight familiar faces in a row, and the expressions of all the people he touched changed slightly.Because their task was to monitor these distinguished guests and not others, accepting McBride's orders in public now meant that more than half of their past careers and connections had been ruined.

But even so, no one here dared to disobey the order.And Mike didn't care about these, he said succinctly and harshly to the spies who were hesitatingly walking out of the crowd in front of him:

"Block this street, everyone will be detained. No one outside can come in, and no one inside can even try to get out."

"As for you." Mike turned his head to the dull guests and said, "Get out of the way for me."

The spies who gave up their lurking took out their pistols and took control of the situation almost instantly.These rich or expensive guests kept silent, obediently turned their hands behind their backs, and squatted in several rows along the steps in front of the fountain.

Everyone misunderstood the purpose of McBride rushing to the Metropolitan Theater.

Rather than saying that he came here to deal with the dark river, it would be better to say that he came here to deal with the distinguished guests present.

For the Grand Theater is a symbol of the Grand Duke's circle of power and the seat of the secret theater department.Compared with the fact that it was attacked, the news that it was attacked and even exposed the position of the crown is undoubtedly more dangerous.

Fortunately, Kane chose the morning instead of the night when there were more people.

After all, I don't know how many people are staring at the current Danaro, and many things are just a spark away.

Then, Mike walked into the chaotic hall alone and took over the entire theater.The spies who were wounded or scattered along the way followed his footsteps one after another, and the team regrouped at once, and deployed to various key passages in the entire building under his orders.

If there are still Yemen stranded here at this time, it will definitely be hard to fly.

As for the other guests?Sorry, of course it is even more impossible to run out.

"Go and check all the guest lists in the morning." Mike said to a subordinate with an injured arm beside him:

"Whether they didn't come, or came and ran away, I will catch them all. Be quick."

"Catch them back...?" The subordinate asked cautiously.

"Whatever it takes." Mike said:

"No matter how many people die or what sequelae will be left, I want no definite news about this matter to appear outside, understand."

"Understood. Understood." The subordinate said tremblingly.

There is no doubt that every guest of the Grand Theater has a backstage at Danalo in one way or another.

But it's also undeniable that McBride is their backstage backstage.

Another accompanying spy kept summarizing the casualties to him.Twelve people died and six were injured.The damage was serious, but Mike just listened in silence, without blaming anyone, without getting angry, and without the slightest bit of regret or shame.

Such an attitude made the subordinates who were familiar with him feel nervous.

Because, rather than saying that Mike is counting the losses at this time, it is better to say that he is evaluating the power of the dark river infiltrating.

"The traces of witchcraft have been collected, do you need to mobilize the narrative device on the Eucharist?" the spy who reported asked.

"No need."

Nightmen can change coordinates at any time, so traces of witchcraft are almost meaningless.

While speaking, Mike walked into Gallo Hall, and saw the red mud and the corpses of the woodland people there.Seeing the door of reality and illusion is indeed as he expected, safe and sound.

However, the sun that was imprisoned in it was already incomplete.

"..."

Mammoth stood in the auditorium, looking at the fragmented stage and iron cage, speechless for a long time.

Dark River has arranged for a crown to enter the Principality?Which one will it be?He guessed, but his heart became more and more tense.

Because anyway, it's an ominous sign.

Are they ready to shift their focus west again since the end of the Narect War?

(End of this chapter)