15: The darkest moment of the night is just before dawn.

He had worked out a complete plan in his own way to cultivate the insect's work. The fastest and most efficient way was to use the opportunities of high-ranking people.

Since it was already quite common and advanced in the future, it was perfect from the outside, if difficult now.

As for the tracking thing, no one will notice. Even if he did, no one would suspect a mental patient.

In short, the fastest and most efficient way is to bluff and use someone else's use.

"Welcome Sir-"

Communicate in the way given to him with an expressionless face. "There will be a night flight. Let the preparations begin right now."

"Yes sir"

With goosebumps, "going through this time" isn't talking about dressing up as one. It had become the normal thing for them to do so many times. What he's talking about is that creepy feeling caused by excessive respect and attention. The feeling of being noticed, of being defocused. You're walking around the sani target board. He's a tightrope walker. All focus is on you, and you're done with one wrong move.

In the meantime, he did not hesitate to kidnap and possess the person whom they had taken up residence, while he was plunged into a deep path from a heavy sleep. He could not tolerate any setbacks in his plans.

All those seemingly simple event files cost hours. He hasn't been this busy lately.

***

Private jet is running fast.

Of course, the preparations were not limited to identity and make-up. She became an inseparable personality from him, mimicking the man's build perfectly. If there were cameras, we would easily be nominated for the actor of the year award.

Pushing off his glasses, he cast a faint glance at his representative.

The representative was nervous, because if the church he owned belonged to someone who had also gotten their hands on their business, which they had impregnated with an official identity.

The tone of "Let's go" was completely changed when he opened his mouth. The boy's innocent, clear voice became heavy and more muffled.

The representative was startled.

The thing used to change his voice... He's already used to it. To thicken and examine the tone of the voice. Even between the sexes could easily pass. However, this is not possible for the future. His own body was used to it, and auxiliary chemicals were not absent as supplements. Now, he should talk less so as not to show himself because it's a bit more difficult. The face of her chosen one already matched it.

While guiding the representative in front of him, he cannot find it before it happens. Beneath the calm appearance, it's as if he felt the anger of each explosion. He lives on the knife.

He stopped in front of the door. With fingerprint unlock feature. Of course, he entered after calmly raising his hands. The hardest part to adjust was the finger. Fortunately, the eye-based scanning system was not widespread and advanced. Lenses suitable for this were close to impossible to live with.

A special strip of fabric suitable for body temperature, to mimic fingerprints, as thin as a cicada's wing... Fortunately, he has the knowledge of the future.

It was difficult but not impossible either.

The heavy iron hatches were opened. It was still in the silence of the night.

Before you enter, look at the chest. In the darkest hour, the moment before dawn..

-To be continued-

In these bad situations, I wouldn't even be able to use this fiction just to pour my heart out. You can leave this setup if you want. Like I said, I'm going to upload my uninitiated feelings to this. Maybe a kind of victim. Fiction can even evolve into a complete tragedy. I can't promise anything.

Because while writing the apocalypse, almost as a witness to the moment of the apocalypse.

We are.

It is impossible not to remain unresponsive.