The hazy night shrouded heaven and earth. In the distance, a tall building stood towering, emitting a faint glow, while white-robed figures hurried through the darkness.
He Ao's gaze swept across the scene in the night. He could not control how it changed, because at this moment, he was witnessing everything from another person's "perspective."
Verde's perspective.
Verde seemed to be standing in a broad plaza. He lowered his head and surveyed the entire square.
At this moment, the plaza was thick with the stench of blood, and the source of that smell was what had been "placed" throughout the square.
They were the corpses of young people, blurred clumps of flesh and blood. Those transporting the bodies carefully separated the remains and packed them into individual metal boxes.
The boxes were then sorted separately, stacked together, and loaded into the waiting trucks nearby.
"Director, bad news." At that moment, a middle-aged man walked over, leaned close to Verde's ear, and handed him something: a simple badge.
Verde lowered his gaze to examine the badge. "A Men Shu Group Mercenary Group badge? There were Men Shu Group mercenaries here?"
"According to the gang members who carried out the operation at the time, they encountered fierce resistance while eliminating several members," the middle-aged man said quickly.
"So what does that mean?" Verde looked down at the badge, seeming to frown slightly. "The Men Shu Group was involved in these 'marches'? Or did these cultists hire Men Shu Group bodyguards to protect them?"
"The situation may be even worse," the middle-aged man said. He looked up at Verde, carefully took out a rolled-up tablet, unfolded it, and displayed several photographs. "Based on the appearances of these mercenaries, we found their files."
Verde raised his gaze slightly and looked at the photographs on