Ruins!

Although J.A.R.V.I.S. could directly create a priest identity for him, the people here, while devoid of emotion under the influence of "Bosean," are not fools. The sudden appearance of a priest they've never seen before would be suspicious to anyone.

After all, Chen Mo appeared out of thin air; no one had ever seen him before.

Therefore, it is impossible to directly become a priest and learn Gun Fu, but we can take a step back and proceed gradually.

The priests were too high-ranking and conspicuous to infiltrate directly, but there was one place where it was possible.

J.A.R.V.I.S..

"At your service, sir!"

"Search among the soldiers in the army for soldiers who resemble me but have no family."

"Yes, sir!"

J.A.R.V.I.S. hacked into the military's archives and quickly found a candidate who met Chen Mo's requirements.

"Sir, there are three people who fit the bill."

As J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke, a beam of light projected from the wristwatch on Chen Mo's left hand, forming a holographic screen in front of Chen Mo, displaying photos and information of three tall, muscular white and black men.

Actually, it would be really difficult for Chen Mo to impersonate someone else. Not to mention the similarity in appearance, it would be impossible to find a person of Asian descent with a similar height and build. Fortunately, this time Chen Mo was going to infiltrate the Libya army, and it was an army without emotions, where all the soldiers were like robots.

Although these people were slightly different from Chen Mo in height and build, it wasn't very noticeable. They were completely undetectable after wearing the standard military black leather trench coats and fully enclosed helmets.

Appearance and skin color are not issues either. Chen Mo had previously asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to check the military situation. All soldiers wore fully enclosed helmets that covered their entire heads when going out on missions, completely obscuring their faces.

The soldiers' dormitories were all cramped single rooms like prison cells. After returning from a mission, they would go straight to their rooms to rest, and the next day they would go out fully armed to carry out missions again. They didn't know what each other looked like, had no communication, and had no camaraderie.

Even soldiers in the same unit only know each other by name. The purpose is only to facilitate command and coordinated operations. These names are just code names. Apart from that, they are not different from each other. There is no race, no skin color, and no appearance.

Under the influence of "Bosean," all soldiers are like programmed robots, devoid of any self or individuality; all they know is to execute orders.

This strengthened the Church's control over the troops, while also making it easier for Chen Mo to infiltrate the army, at least without worrying about his appearance giving him away.

Of the three people J.A.R.V.I.S. listed, one was a guard at the Church building, one was a member of the Nithers District patrol, and the other was a member of an action team specifically responsible for assisting priests in cracking down on emotional offenders.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Mo directly chose the last person and had J.A.R.V.I.S. change all of his information, except for his name, to his own. After all, even if the soldiers in the action team didn't communicate much outside of carrying out missions, they still knew each other's names within the same squad.

After instructing J.A.R.V.I.S. to keep a close eye on his movements, Chen Mo walked out of the abandoned factory building. The outside was still dilapidated, as if no one had set foot here for many years, and the weeds had grown to waist height.

Chen Mo did not leave the factory, but instead slowly walked up the rusty stairs next to the factory building.

"Creak! Creak!"

With each step, the stairs emitted a harsh metallic scraping sound, as if the rotten steel could no longer bear the weight and might collapse under Chen Mo's feet at any moment.

Before long, Chen Mo climbed up the "dangerous ladder" to the top of the factory, which was more than ten meters high. Standing on a platform, Chen Mo turned his head and looked around, and the surrounding scenery came into his view.

Similar to the abandoned factory beneath his feet, everything was in ruins. Some buildings had collapsed halfway, and broken walls and ruins were everywhere, making this abandoned place even more dilapidated and desolate.

This is "Nithers," the ruins of a city outside the Libya wall.

Just a dozen kilometers to the west of Chen Mo's location, a massive, thick, and sturdy city wall, tens of meters high, stood atop the ruins, extending far out to both sides.

Although most of the view behind was blocked by the gray wall that was tens of meters high, towering buildings could still be seen emerging in the distance, and several magnificent buildings that seemed to be hundreds of meters high almost pierced the clouds. From a distance, they looked indescribably majestic and magnificent.

However, all these buildings, like the wall, had a cold and hard appearance, and were gloomy and gray. Although they were magnificent, they also exuded a cold and lifeless atmosphere, like a dead city.

Just like the sky above Chen Mo's head at this moment, it was gloomy and gray.

If it weren't for the several huge airships that could be vaguely seen hovering above the city walls, one would hardly feel any life.

Although Libya is a country, it is actually just a city surrounded by a huge wall. It was built on the ruins of a large city destroyed by war. Inside the wall is a modern metropolis with high-rise buildings after reconstruction, while outside the wall, it remains in the post-war state, with only ruins and abandoned buildings.

The time now is about the same as when Chen Mo traveled through time; it's almost sunset. The golden sunlight shines down from afar, tinging the towering buildings behind the wall with a golden hue, but it doesn't add much warmth to the cold city. Instead, it gives off a more somber and gloomy feeling.

However, the vast ruins outside the wall, illuminated by the slanting sunlight, seemed to gain a touch of life amidst their original desolation and ruin.

Golden sunlight reflected off the windows of the abandoned building, as if a blonde girl was peeking out from behind them. The leaves of several large trees were also tinged with gold, adding a touch of brilliance rather than desolation.

For several days, Chen Mo didn't go anywhere. He just waited quietly in this abandoned factory. Whenever he had nothing to do, he would climb onto the roof to look at the remnants of World War III. What a magnificent sight this huge ruin, stretching as far as the eye could see, must have been before the war.

That day, Chen Mo had nothing to do, so he climbed up to the roof to look at the scenery. Such a magnificent and desolate post-apocalyptic scene was not easy to see, and Chen Mo found it quite unique.

He was engrossed in watching when J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice suddenly rang out.

"Sir, the target has just left the city with the team and is heading towards the Nithers Sector 8."