Backdoor

"What the hell is wrong with these cops? What happened to their bodies?"

"Doesn't this look like they're possessed?"

"Could they be mentally ill?"

"One person being mentally ill is one thing, but all of them? How is that possible?!"

As the citizens buzzed with speculation, the television station suddenly lost its signal, and the screen turned to static.

Yet those brief images had already spread across the country and even around the world.

As for the two sides in the battle, ordinary citizens found the two massive figures terrifying, but these cops seemed even stranger.

They possessed basic judgment, after all.

Those who had long been waiting for an opportunity immediately noticed the footage, and screen recordings were quickly circulated.

Inside a missile development base, A bespectacled middle-aged man with the air of a scholar adjusted his glasses as he looked at the message sent to his phone.

He had received an order earlier: the instant the target reached the designated location, launch the missile.

Now, seated before his computer, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and sent his family a brief message of concern. Then his expression hardened as he muttered, "The ghost officers can't die!"

"Hopefully, these two ghost officers will learn to be more careful in the future."

As soon as he spoke, he opened a computer program, entered the login password, and began typing a string of code with both hands moving like afterimages.

He activated the backdoor that his old team had planted in the launch program.

Those evil ghosts acted with such utter recklessness, That naturally, intelligent people would notice their drastic change in temperament and eventually discover the existence of the evil ghosts.

And since these ghosts lacked the seven earthly souls and had inherited only limited memories, their ability to