White Bone Flute, Ghostly Echoes

Suburban Industrial Zone.

Tool Room.

In less than twenty minutes, a cordon had already been set up along the road outside the building. Fully armed personnel stood guard around the perimeter with guns in hand, while a group of Awakened radiating a Chilly Aura surrounded the building, ready to provide support at any moment.

This Industrial Zone in the suburbs of the Capital City was vital to the city's operations and absolutely could not be allowed to fall. That was why all the Awakened sent to support the operation were battle-hardened elites.

The higher-ups had issued a Death Order: all Supernatural hazards had to be dealt with before dawn.

At all costs!

Second floor.

In front of the bizarre half-open security door, the brawny man and Gaunt Man were recounting what had happened to a young man wearing a mask.

They explained everything in detail without leaving out a single thing, including the deaths that had occurred in a corner of the zone that night and their personal suspicions that the garment factory harbored sinister intentions.

The masked man listened in silence without saying a word.

After Gaunt Man finished speaking, he looked at the other man's unreadable face and felt somewhat uneasy.

He had never expected it.

The higher-ups had actually sent this man here.

Wang Bo!

Anyone who had spent a month in the Capital City should have heard that name.

One of the few anomalies who had become an Awakened before Supernatural Revival, he had been made into an official symbol after the Vicious Ghosts descended.

After countless resources had been poured into him, this man had reached the Fifth Tier in just over half a year!

It was simply frightening.

Supernatural Events that occurred within the Capital City were always handled discreetly and were never allowed