As a small country in South America, Colombia was previously most famous internationally for two things: the hometown of magical realism master Marquez, the author of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", and the crazy trade in unique products.

In the 1980s, Colombia's production and sales of unique products accounted for 80% of the Eagle Country's unique product market.

Pablo Escobar, the leader of the Medellin Cartel at the time, was extremely wealthy and was one of the seven richest men in the world at the time.

In the beginning, Mexico was just doing re-export trade of exclusive products to make a profit on the price difference. It was not until Pablo was shot dead and the Medellin Group fell apart that the hard-working and brave Mexican people suddenly woke up with a slap on the thigh:

I can fucking make it myself! Anyway, those grandsons of Eagle Country are not sucking anyone!

Since then, Colombia has gradually been forgotten by people, except for occasional news of gunfights between gangs fighting for a share of avocado exports to the eastern country.

Because of its own chaos, poverty, and frequent crimes, the Colombian people also have a bad reputation internationally, and are regarded as a country of thieves by many people in wealthy European and American countries.

Musk went on to say:

"The data of that machine...Although I was hypnotized before, I can now remember its data flow. The command reception has always come from the Medellin area of ​​Colombia, and it is related to a contact person, but with this person

For related things, I only remember a set of numbers."

Immediately, he told Shen Feng this set of numbers.

After hearing Musk's words, Shen Feng nodded slightly.

It was not beyond his expectation that Ke'su'er could hide in Colombia.

After all, the urinary nature of Ke'sul's behavior is beyond description.

Moreover, according to the intelligence Shen Feng had obtained before, it basically pointed to the Central American region including Mexico and Colombia.

Then he patted Musk on the shoulder and said:

"Go back and have a good rest. Make electric cars and small rockets. Just play with young models. Don't get involved in this kind of thing in the future. It's not suitable for you."

These technology tycoons in Silicon Valley themselves were also within Shen Feng's selection range for forming the Salvation Army. However, because Musk's usual performance was too off-line, Shen Feng temporarily excluded him. Unexpectedly, the Purification Society took the lead.

Machine, brought him over and made some kind of giant hypnotic device.

Musk nodded and once again expressed his deep gratitude to Shen Feng.

He was like a dream after being hypnotized, controlled by the desire for the so-called truth of the universe. He came here in a daze, took several of his subordinates, joined the team of the Purification Society, and carried out the underground work in Mexico City.

This hypnotic device.

Thinking about it now makes me feel scared.

"Who are your people?" Shen Feng asked again.

Musk turned his head and looked around, naming two of his subordinates who were still alive.

Shen Feng snapped his fingers, and the gray tide surged, and the metal cocoons immediately enveloped the remaining Purifiers, quickly eating them up and disappearing without a trace.

After doing all this, Shen Feng put on his hood and sunglasses, carried his backpack and walked up the mound formed by the collapse, jumped up, and landed lightly on the road above.

At this time, the collapse here had attracted many residents to watch. Shen Feng squeezed into the crowd with his bag on his back and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

In the ruins of the spider nest city that collapsed underground, the gray tide was still surging quietly, directly disintegrating the self-propelled artillery, and then collecting the largest sacrificial stone and the fragments of sacrificial stones scattered everywhere.

, transported out through the gray tide network gradually formed underground.

Musk sat on the ground blankly for a long time, and then as if he finally came to his senses, he struggled to get up, greeted his two men, and crawled outside together.

Some of the onlookers found a few long ropes and threw them down from above, letting the people below hold them and drag them out.

After all, Musk is a world-famous celebrity and was quickly recognized.

He immediately promised someone a sum of money, bought a car on the spot, and drove to the airport with his two assistants.

The ruins of Spider Nest City were quickly surrounded again, and the fight for the antiques and cultural relics in the ruins quickly turned into a melee.

However, this time it quickly calmed down with the support of gang members and military police.

After all, no one would dare to offend the gang members in Mexico unless they were hypnotized into madness.

This can be regarded as order in another sense.

Sitting in the dilapidated Toyota car, looking out the window at the commotion in Mexico City, Musk was still in a daze.

Although he had been hypnotized before becoming a Purifier, he could still remember the relevant memories very clearly from the beginning to the end.

At this time, it is natural to understand that the Purification Society is actually a group of anti-social personality garbage who want to destroy the world, and the Antichrist stigmatized by the Purification Society is the real savior of the world.

A truly worthy of admiration.

Who is this mysterious Antichrist?

The information he conveyed about parallel universes was obviously true information, and there was no fraud at all.

Thinking of the various bizarre parallel universes he had seen before, Musk instantly felt his blood boiling. He wished he could immediately become a friend or even subordinate of the mysterious Antichrist in order to have access to those endless mysteries.

At this moment, there was a sudden vibration in his pocket.

Musk was stunned and took out his phone.

He remembered that he had clearly turned off his phone. Who was it?

On the dark phone screen, a line of words suddenly appeared:

Want to know the truth about the universe?

Below are two options for y/n.

Musk frowned, raised his hand and chose y.

Unexpectedly, another question appeared immediately:

Want to explore the truth of reality?

Still two options.

He was in a very bachelor state of mind at this time, and without thinking at all, he immediately clicked y.

The next moment, a blood-red eyeball icon appeared on the screen, with a line of eye-catching words below:

Welcome to the real doomsday game!

On the plane to Colombia, Shen Feng couldn't help but smile when he thought about Musk's reaction after seeing the real doomsday game.

Now the scale of the Salvation Army has expanded to tens of thousands, but it is far from killing all the global elites.

At present, it seems that we should speed up the process.

After all, if he doesn't do it, the Whisperers and the Purification Society will also snare those elites, which will be a loss.

Fortunately, Musk today is deeply hypnotized. If he was a firm believer in the Purifier, he would be directly obliterated at all costs.

But that would be a bit of a waste.

It only takes a short time to get from Mexico to Medellin, Colombia.

After arriving here, Shen Feng discovered that this second largest city in Colombia, where the cocaine empire of the once powerful dictator Pablo had now gradually returned to peace.

This city is located in the Andes Mountains, at an altitude of 1,500 meters. The climate is pleasant throughout the year and is suitable for the growth of almost all crops. It is known as the "Spring City".

Shen Feng was walking in the city with his bag on his back, looking like an ordinary backpacker traveling.

Various churches and low-rise buildings with unique local styles look very relaxing with the blue sky and white clouds.

Shen Feng walked on the stone-paved road with a smile on his face, striding towards the suburbs of Medellin.

The digital number previously obtained from Musk has been cracked by Jingwei.

It was a driver's license number, and they had found the owner of the number, as well as where he lived, including the places he often appeared.

A slum located in the western suburbs of Medellin.

The further you go into the slums, the fewer tourists and kind people you encounter.

Obviously, although most areas of Medellin are relatively safe, there are also places that cannot be approached.

Like some of the crappy neighborhoods in Detroit and New York.

Although the Medellin Cartel collapsed with the death of Pablo in the 1990s, the evil here has never disappeared.

The amount of unique drugs seized by the Colombian anti-narcotics police alone every year is generally around 500 tons.

Although the Mexicans have stolen the spotlight, Colombian criminals will not show weakness.

Soon, Shen Feng had walked left and right in this slum for more than ten minutes, gradually going deep into the depths of this dilapidated building.

At the beginning, I could still meet a few locals with kind eyes, and even used their eyes to hint them to leave here as soon as possible.

Later, there were some voluptuous-looking street girls wearing heavy makeup, and some tattooed men who kept staring at him fiercely.

However, these people didn't say anything to Shen Feng, and they didn't even say hello.

This made Shen Feng, who had always wanted to inquire about the news, helpless, and was ready to take the initiative to ask.

"Click..." The sound of a bullet being loaded suddenly came from behind.

Shen Feng couldn't help but feel happy.
Chapter completed!