Nick raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly.

I don't know how many people besides myself have received the command from the commander-in-chief to "strangle and purify the remnants of the school", but this order is definitely targeted.

At least he has some information now, enough for him to find a branch of the Purification Society.

Speaking of which, this is still some clues that I found again during the Evil Spirit Virus epidemic, after passing information to the targets of the Purification Society under the command of the commander-in-chief.

Thinking of this, Nick walked to the bookcase on the side, raised his hand and gently pressed a button on the wall, the bookcase slid to both sides, revealing a safe embedded in the wall.

After widening one eye and passing the iris scan, Nick opened the cabinet door and carefully took out a piece of paper from inside.

On this piece of paper is a line of handwriting.

The Lord of the Void has arrived.

This is a message that the commander-in-chief at the time asked him to convey to the monitored target.

Originally, he was still a little baffled, but he didn't expect that after the surveillance target got this information, he would immediately start contacting other people, and the cover-up method used was only three simple layers, indicating that this news was extremely urgent for the Purification Society.

It was through this incident that Nick dug up some new members of the Purification Society again.

At that time, because it was at the peak of the evil spirit virus, and there was no next instruction from the commander, Nick asked his men to keep watch over those people and did not act rashly.

Now it seems that the authority to invite new players and the order to kill and purify the remnants of the Society follow one after another, and the two things can be combined.

By purging the remnants of the Academy, he will select new players who meet his requirements...

Thinking of this, Nick turned on the lighter, first lit the piece of paper, and then lit a cigar by the fire.

Then he suddenly thought of something, looked up at the smoke alarm on the ceiling, and quickly opened the window to fan the smoke away.

After doing all this, he returned to his desk, looked at a document on the desk, took a deep breath, and dialed a number.

Soon, a voice with a strong Arabic accent came:

"Persepolis Palace Record Store, what is your order?"

Nick considered for a few seconds, lowered his voice, and said slowly:

"Ingirlik Choir, 1980s, a B-61 vinyl record ready to be mailed to the mountains."

Hearing Nick's words, the other party seemed to be extremely shocked. After about ten seconds, he said in a trembling voice:

"Excuse me...is this order valid?"

Nick frowned and seemed a little dissatisfied with the person on the other end of the phone who asked this question, but still replied:

"Coming soon."

Then hung up the phone.

Immediately afterwards, he let the silver ash of the cigar fall, thought for a moment, and made another call:

"Let G come to see me."

…

Somewhere in the Kremlin.

Vasily stared at the icon of the real doomsday game on the laptop, and the instructions on the permission to invite new players, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

He also received an order to clean up the remnants of the Purification Society.

This is exactly what he meant.

It happened that I have been searching for clues about the Purification Society during this period of time, and I have found some extremely important clues. Now is the time to follow the clues...

As for the candidates for new players, Vasily already had a few for the first time.

He pondered for a moment, looked at the number 8 at the back of the invitation, got up and went to another office, closed the door, and said to the man inside who was concentrating on documents:

"Victor, do you still believe in the common ideal of all mankind?"

The man had a beard, and when he heard Vasily's words, he couldn't help but look up and smiled:

"What's the matter, dear Vasily? Are you trying to tell me a joke? Winters in Moscow are cold enough..."

Vasily didn't smile, but looked at Victor with a blank expression, trying to see something in the other's eyes.

He still knew a lot about the decades-old friend in front of him.

If choosing someone else might be a mistake, choosing Victor is definitely not wrong.

He firmly believes!

Looking at Vasily's expression, Victor frowned, as if thinking of something, and asked Vasily:

"Do you have something more important? Is there anything else we can't talk about?"

Vasily, still with a solemn countenance, said slowly:

"I'm just asking if you still remember the ideal... Dawarich." (Dawarich: Russian, comrade.)

Hearing Vasily's words, and looking at the other party's resolute eyes, Victor finally understood at this time that this old friend for many years was not on a whim or joking, but was asking him this question very seriously.

Victor immediately walked to the door of the office, locked the door, and at the same time took out a small signal blocker from the drawer and placed it on the table to open it, temporarily blocking the signals of all electronic devices in the entire room and preventing eavesdropping.

Then he sat down in front of Vasi, looked into his eyes, and said solemnly:

"Of course, Dawarich, although many people in this country want to forget that memory, I will never forget that I once swore under the banner to fight for the cause of all mankind! I never forgot, until die!"

Vasily looked at Victor's serious expression, and couldn't help thinking of the scene when they were called to KGB training nearly thirty years ago, when they were still teenagers, and the heartbreak when they saw the flag land in the Kremlin.

After so many years, they have become middle-aged people in their forties, and they have gained the trust of the current head of state with their former KGB background. Time is too fast.

Fate is so tricky.

Vasily nodded slowly, smiled, and said:

"As long as you haven't forgotten, dear Victor, I would like to solemnly introduce a game to you..."

He will develop Victor as his first invited player.

The ideal of the commander-in-chief to protect human civilization is similar to the lofty ideal that they have kept in their hearts many years ago, or it is completely coincident.

All of this is worth the sacrifice of their lives to fight for it.

Vasily felt that his heart was hot, and the cold wind from the North Pole seemed to be unable to extinguish the flame.

"Game? What game?" Victor was stunned for a moment, feeling that Vasily in front of him seemed a little unfamiliar. It was so formal just now, and it was mysterious, and finally he said what game would he introduce to him?

Just as soon as he finished speaking, the computer beside him suddenly vibrated, and then a red eyeball icon popped up.

"The real doomsday game, you are welcome to join..."

…

When the news of the expansion of the Salvation Army spread among the players of the "True Doomsday Game", it was like dropping a heavy bomb in the calm pond, which immediately caused an uproar.

Almost all old players have a clear mind about this right to recruit new players.

This is both a task and a huge opportunity!

Through this conscription, each of them can establish their own power, and it is tacitly approved by the commander-in-chief!

But all of this has a premise, that is, the new players they recruit must have enough value.

Otherwise, not only will the previous achievements be lost, but also will be severely punished by the commander-in-chief.

This is arguably what worries them the most.

It is for this reason that all the old players did not act rashly after obtaining the permission to recruit, but after some careful consideration, they began to select the new players they wanted to recruit.

A total of more than 1,000 players received the order to "clean up and purify the remnants of the Society", and they also started their actions.

In their hands, most of them have some clues about the hidden members of the Purification Society.

Previously, according to the commander's order, they all stayed still and didn't do much action, and the latent members of the Purification Society seemed to have received some news, and they were messing around for a while, not even during the evil spirit virus epidemic prevention process. Come out and make trouble.

And now, it's time to pick the fruit...

…

In the Middle East, among the mountains in the eastern part of the country, a team is marching among the desolate mountains.

Everyone was fully armed and silent, with only two eyes outside.

The backpacks they were carrying ~lightnovelpub.net~ clearly had weapons hidden in them, and everyone had a chilling air about them.

The leader of the team was a thin white man who was constantly looking at the instrument in his hand and making various gestures to the team behind him.

At this moment, a light spot flashed on the screen in the hands of the white man, he immediately made a gesture, and everyone hid in the col.

Soon, the sound of the drone flying through the air came and disappeared without a trace.

The white man waved his hand to move on, and said to a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses behind him:

"Brother Kraft, I said, you can trust me completely, as long as you complete this mission, everything will be different, you will get real help to build your own country, we will never be like the Eagle Country people. Abandon you and throw you to the wolves to devour you."

The middle-aged man sneered and said:

"Mr. Hall, only the mountains are our Kurdish friends."