"It's not good! Someone broke into warehouse 3!"

A courier rushed into the office.

In the office, there are two people sitting, an old man in a security uniform, and a bald middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

If the manager named Zhang Xinglong were here, he would definitely be able to recognize these two people.

This is the "Free Logistics" branch in the southwest region. The bald middle-aged man is a colleague with Zhang Xinglong, who is the head of this branch, Qin Yong, and the old man in the security uniform is He was thinking about the B-level elemental superpower who was about to tune in.

"Coffin in the water," Fang Lu.

This guy is almost as thin as wood, looking as if he is going to be wood, his face is covered with age spots and wrinkles, turbid yellow eyes, sagging eye bags and dark skin under the eyes make him look even like a walking dead.

He sat in the chair next to him, silently, his eyes blank.

No matter who it was, it seemed that half of his body had fallen into the soil, and he belonged to the age when he should have been dying in a hospital bed with a ventilator.

"What's going on?" Qin Yong stood up suddenly: "Aren't the warehouses around No. 3 already full of alarms and surveillance, why would anyone come in?"

The alarms in his mouth are of course not ordinary alarms. Those monitoring and alarms are all connected to the heavy weapon fire system. Once triggered, they will immediately start shooting unless they walk in according to a specific path.

Those paths are equivalent to passwords in disguise, and they change every day, and only the employees in charge of the warehouse know.

"Could it be...there is a ghost?!"

Qin Yong squinted his eyes, looked at the reporting employee, and immediately made the latter sweat in a cold sweat, and said quickly: "No, no, warehouse No. 3 is just about to be exchanged tomorrow. It is being handed over today, so there is no staff at the moment. Take care, the peripheral alarm system is completely closed, but... but that person appeared in the alert circle out of thin air!"

"Space-like supernatural powers?" Qin Yong's expression sank, "Where did the bugs come from that dared to hit this batch of goods? Or is it the seller who exposed..."

He turned his head to operate the computer and called up the monitoring screen. It was showing the location of the cargo warehouse. A figure wearing a clown mask and holding a long knife was sneaking slowly and cautiously on the open space in front of him. , It is a shadow of pathfinder.

But whether it is this figure or that dark figure, they are all following a specific path.

And this path can just avoid all the places that will trigger the alarm.

If I didn't know it in advance, I'm afraid no one would believe it!

Qin Yong darkened his face immediately and knocked on the table violently: "It is too late to send someone over. If it is a space-type supernatural player, all the goods can be transferred in an instant. This order counts us unfortunately..."

This time, the cargo in Warehouse No. 3 is very special. It is not an animistic item, but an animistic creature.

This phantom creature is named "wool thread". Its appearance is like a ball of entangled woolen thread, but each thread has densely packed teeth. At the same time, it has a strange characteristic, that is, "proliferation". ".

When this creature meets other living multicellular creatures, no matter what the other creature is, it will copy a "self".

But such duplication will only happen once when meeting the same creature.

Therefore, warehouse No. 3 has the least number of guards, and can only use the weapon system as a guard. It is strictly disinfected, and it is not allowed to appear in the warehouse during handover, just to prevent it from proliferating again.

As long as the number of creatures it comes into contact with can be controlled, the strength of this creature itself is not enough to be afraid of, so they can be caught and become a commodity.

This ability to "copy" itself has attracted the interest of a considerable number of people. If it is sent to the black market for auction, it will definitely make a lot of money.

"Wait, manager!" The employee then stammered: "He, he doesn't seem to be here to grab the goods!"

What else can he come here for?

Qin Yong just came up with this rhetorical question in his heart, he saw the dark shadow inside the monitor directly rushed into the cargo area without even a pause, and then led a "wool thread" out with his backhand, and then cut it...

Oh, yes, there is a strong tendency to imitate in the behavior pattern of this thing, it will follow the things of interest and imitate their actions.

For this reason, they also specially put a small non-moving toy in the warehouse, so that these things can stay in it quietly.

But now, everything was broken by this intruder.

Qin Yong fell into silence.

He watched the young man with the mask on the monitor turned his head and ran. The "wool" followed closely behind and all tried to rush out, while the "wool" on the ground that was divided into two was dropped from the "head". Another "wool thread" has grown on it.

copy!

Fortunately, the body is now dead, because the "wool" produced by the man in contact with the mask is equivalent to replacing the original one, and the number has not increased.

When things have developed to this point, they are still under control.

After all, there are insurance measures inside the warehouse~lightnovelpub.net~ As long as Qin Yong presses the button next to the computer, he can now control the warehouse to directly carry out the burning process to ensure that these "wool threads" will not flow out...

"Boom!"

The young man with a mask in the surveillance video stretched out his hand and pressed it down, and the entire warehouse building suddenly collapsed!

And what was destroyed was the circuit installed in it...

Qin Yong's outstretched hand stopped in the air, his eyes straightened: "Grass!"

Fang Lu, who had been watching by the side, suddenly leaned in and stared at the screen: "Gravity type, mind force type, or simple blasting?"

It seemed that he had come alive suddenly, and his originally godless eyes were full of weird rays.

Qin Yong took a deep breath and touched his bald head: "He has not touched the building itself, so it can't be blasting, mind power, or gravity... But if mind power is to reach this level, it must be Grade A. It doesn't look like it, it should be gravity."

Fang Lu murmured: "Gravity...this is a rare power. For many years, there hasn't been a gravitational power person again. Who is this person?"

Qin Yong looked at the "yarns" running along with the masked youth in the surveillance, and felt that his career was in jeopardy, and immediately ordered all unrelated staff along the way to evacuate.

"Who? I still want to know who it is!" Qin Yong gritted his teeth: "Let me know which cub species are doing things at this time... Damn, he seems to be coming to us?!"

Qin Yong took a deep breath. Why did he seem to be familiar with the map inside the "Free Logistics" branch? !

This is really - playing with woolen yarn!

Fang Lu squinted his eyes, his hoarse and old voice was not hurried and slow: "Transfer the staff who have been in contact with'wool' before, and let me see how strong the gravity class can be."