Thriller Paradise Chapter 814: Ultimate rescue (6)
Five minutes later, the command center...
"Sir!" It was the agent who rushed to the side of his officer eagerly and reported, "According to the picture from b1..."
"Okay. "≤top"≤point"≤small"≤said," the chief interrupted him, "I saw..." He stared at the big screen in front of him, his gaze fixed on a black area. "He destroyed all the video and audio capture devices in the containment of -738, right."
"Do you want to detonate the cone bomb? Sir." The agent answered immediately.
"What's the point?" The chief asked without looking back, "Since he knew he was going to destroy all the surveillance equipment, it means he was prepared to go. How could he move things to the cone bomb? Area to operate?"
"This..." The agent was speechless for a while.
"This incident reminds us...There is still a need for improvement in the containment of 738." The officer continued, "It is not enough to install a cone bomb in the middle of the room. We did not consider'being a facility. In the event of a major crisis, the room without security guards was invaded'... Obviously, it is impossible for an intruder to wear an explosive collar..." He paused, "Huh... Speaking of which, today's The behavior of D-class personnel has sounded the alarm for us on many levels. In the future, we should add a set of'in case of a total out-of-control crisis in the base where they are located', which can be used as the ultimate means of protection."
"Then...what shall we do now? Sir." The agent asked immediately.
"Aren’t the people who arrested him already on the way..." the chief said, "I can only hope that...before they arrived, the D-class personnel hadn’t done something threatening to us. 'Trade' it."
"This shouldn't be a problem, sir." The agent replied, "Generally speaking, the most transactions that D-class personnel will choose are ‘getting free’ or something like that."
"Heh..." The chief smiled, he adjusted his suit, "Steven. What do you think is the IQ of this D-class personnel?"
It turns out that this agent's name is Steven.
"Uh...I have retrieved his information just now, sir." Steven said, took out a form from his pocket, looked down and said, "This D-class personnel code name It was 00250, formerly known as Rudy Austin, 25 years old this year; after dropping out of high school, his criminal record was almost uninterrupted until he was sentenced to life imprisonment for first-degree murder last year... After testing, his IQ was 83. Slightly violent."
"83?" The chief looked back at Steven, and reached for the form, "Huh..." He snorted coldly, "This is not right."
"What's wrong? Sir." Steven asked.
"Do you think that a person with a lower than average IQ (even by American standards) would think of using -294 to deal with -173?" The chief replied sharply, "Before..." He looked at the form again, "Where did he hear about the characteristics of -294?"
"This..." Steven's face became more and more ugly, "Is he..."
"Yes..." the chief replied in a deep voice, "I suspect that he was someone who was inserted by the Chaos Insurgency () by some means." He stuffed the form back into Steven's hand. "If that's the case, this information is meaningless..."
Steven also thinks about it, the more he feels that the officer makes sense: "Yes... the average D-class personnel don't even know what they are operating, let alone other things. And this person... the first. The second use of -294 caused the project'failed to generate input content', which shows that he not only understands the characteristics of -294...but he is testing its bottom line as soon as he comes up."
"In short...the arrest/removal of this person must be carried out as soon as possible. The potential threat of allowing him to operate in the base is too great." The officer continued, "We have to talk to him with more keters. Control or kill the first-level project before contact, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable..."
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At the same time, within the containment procedures of -738.
Due to the current condition of the base. The security guards who were in charge of guarding here have long since disappeared. They either went to take refuge in the underground emergency refuge area, or they had died somewhere else... Anyway, Brother Jue didn't get any obstacles along the way.
The door of the containment procedure is opened by the operation desk of its external laboratory, and no access card is required.
After coming to this experimental area. Feng Bujue carefully destroyed all the monitoring probes and radio equipment in the room and laboratory, and then began to move the three-piece furniture. He knew very well that when moving tables and chairs, just be careful to avoid the cone-shaped bomb in the middle of the house.
To make a long story short, after a lot of busyness, Jue finally sat on -738-2, the high-back chair. In front of him, is the table labeled -738-1, and the "throne" -738-3 is behind him.
"Hehe... I didn't expect that we would meet in this form."
In a moment, a gentle, mysterious voice consciously sounded from behind Brother.
Feng Bujue turned around and saw a black-haired man.
That is a man of outstanding temperament, he can show the youthful vigor of 20 years old, can also reveal the mature wit of 40 years old. But how old he actually looks like, no one can tell...
Secondly, this is also a very charming man, although from an objective point of view, he is not a handsome man...
"Listen to this tone...Do you know me?" Feng Bujue replied calmly.
"Yes, you are a great celebrity..." the man replied with a smile, "...Feng Bujue."
"So that's it..." Brother Jue smiled.
"Yes, that's it." The other party replied.
"I haven't consulted your surname and name yet." Feng Bujue said immediately.
"Vincent." Vincent replied calmly.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately looked up and down the opponent again, "Hehe...Jiu Yang...Jiu Yang..."
The two "Long Yang" sounds do not carry any irony or hypocrisy. Jue Brother has really admired his name for a long time.
"Heh... Woody told you a lot of bad things about me, right?" Vincent leaned his right elbow on the armrest of the throne, rested his cheek with one hand, and looked condescendingly in a chic posture. Brother Dao.
"If you are really Vincent. Then there is no need to ask this question." Feng Bujue nodded his temples with his hands, "Can you just go inside and find the answer?"
"My dear friend..." Vincent gave a charming smile, "You know, many times, the'answer' is not the most important." He paused for half a second before continuing, "Whether it is The limit of mortal wisdom, the deified strongest wise man... After all, it stops at the level of the'answer'. But what is the meaning? When the former was asked how long one plus one equals, the answer was'two' instantly obtained; The latter knows the question before someone asks how much one plus one equals, and also knows that the final answer is'two'."
Speaking of which. He stared at Feng Bujue and waited for a moment: "Haha...but you, I...why do you need to be so two?"
"You are indeed the same." Feng Bujue said, holding a chair and turning around, turning into a state of sitting face to face with the other person, "You said a bunch of specious nonsense, but you didn't give it to me.' "Answer", even my "question" is also negated."
"Hahaha..." Vincent shook his head slightly and smiled heartily, "Your reaction is very'smart'. Feng Bujue... The first thing you said to me was a temptation. Dang. When I called your real name directly, this temptation came to fruition, and you went into another state... I will call it-"Feng Bujue's serious state". In this state, you The speed of thinking, the way of thinking, etc.. It has been significantly improved, and it seems to have reached the'super-dimensional perspective'."
He pursed his lower lip, and the look in his eyes became a little more complicated: "Observe yourself from your own perspective, and at the same time observe yourself from the perspective of a bystander. At the same time, use a personality as vast as the universe. Observing this bystander... in order to solve all the problems in time, space, subjective consciousness, and objective reality..."
As he spoke, Feng Bujue's expression also changed, and there was a rare, real solemnity on his face.
"There are only a handful of people who can reach this level in the human world..." Vincent continued with a smile. "You are worthy of being selected by Woody, haha... It seems that his deal with "that person" is not a loss..."
"Who did he deal with? What deal? What does it have to do with me?" Feng Bujue asked three questions in succession.
"Don't worry..." Vincent raised his left hand and swayed his fingers. "There are some things, when the time comes... you will naturally know, I promise."
"Can you respond to my question with something other than nonsense?" Feng Bujue said coldly.
"Yes." Vincent returned a short two words, and then stopped talking.
"Hello..." Brother Guo was also silent for two seconds, and then vomited, "You shouldn't tell me that this ‘yes’ is a ‘not nonsense’ answer, right?"
"Yes." Vincent laughed, "This is "yes" too."
Boom——
The next second, the gun went off.
"Why are you?" Vincent looked down at the bullet hole in his heart. Although the bullet got in, no blood came out at all. "I thought you and I have a similar sense of humor? "
"Yeah, I'm using this sense of humor." Feng Bujue said, holding up the assault rifle again and aiming at Vincent's crotch.
"It's okay...Let's talk." Vincent turned his body and raised his legs, "Don't do these extraneous things."
"Then I won't be circumspect with you." Feng Bujue knew that the wisdom of the devil in front of him was at the same level as Woody. Talking between smart people can be very profound or very direct, "Be conscious and tell me everything you can tell me."
"Don't be like this~" At this moment, Vincent's tone suddenly changed, and he can't say that he is malicious, but it does mean something like that, "You are on -738 now...the_, as the name suggests... …We’re going to make a deal.” He leaned on the back of the throne, spreading his hands, “If you don’t pay the corresponding price, you won’t get any substantive return, and there is nothing I can do about it.”
"Really..." Feng Bujue said, "Next, are we going to stage a scene of'the devil lures mortals to the bait"?"
"If you don't mind, I'll start now." Vincent turned his head slightly and looked at Ge Guo with a sincere look.
"Okay~ Come here." Feng Bujue replied feebly.
"Ah~Fame, power, wealth... everything in this world... is here..." Vincent was like a poem recitation. Chanted impassionedly, "Mortal~ What do you want, tell me!"
"Is that how you seduce others to make a deal?" Feng Bujue's eyes were open, and he responded to Vincent with contempt, "I can't help but ask...How did you become Satan's confidant?"
"Hehe..." Vincent smiled, "Well, I'll be more serious." He cleared his throat, "How about I give you Li Ruoyu?"
"What did you say?" When Feng Bujue heard those three words, his expression immediately changed, becoming cold and frightening.
"Look~" Vincent replied triumphantly. "Someone is angry...why is this? Because I touched the most undefended part of his extremely powerful heart." As he spoke, his face seemed to be cast with an invisible shadow, "This is' Mortals', Feng Bujue, take a good look at your own fragility... Human souls are beautiful and radiant because of this. In contrast... our "deified" beings are all ugly rogues, lackeys, and speculators. , Spoiler... I hate myself, Feng Bujue, but at the same time, I don’t care... Can you understand this contradiction?"
"Excuse me for not being able to." Feng Bujue responded coldly.
"Yeah..." Vincent answered in a daze. "I know you can't... but I just want you to think about it."
"What about after thinking about it? Will it be closer to your so-called deification?" Feng Bujue said.
"Heh...who knows?" Vincent avoided the sharp question, "Let’s get back to business...you see, I...know how to seduce you or threaten you... In this regard, Woody and I are no different." His tone changed slightly. "But don't get me wrong, you are not acting'following our will'. I don't say this to take care of your self-esteem... This is a fact, and you know it yourself."
While speaking, he gently shook his finger. Following his actions, a piece of parchment paper, a quill pen, and a bottle of ink flew out of the drawer next to the throne.
"I'll ask again, how about I give you Li Ruoyu?"
"What do you mean by "give"?" Feng Bujue did not give an answer, but asked further.
Because it is about the substance of the transaction, Vincent must tell the truth: "As long as you promise, she will be yours, everything from the mind to the body..."
"You mean...control her thoughts?" Feng Bujue continued.
"Of course not." Vincent said, "In terms of her soul strength, I can't control or change her self-consciousness."
"Then what are you going to do?" Brother Jue said again.
"It's very simple..." Vincent said, "Just unlock her "seal"."
Feng Bujue's expression suddenly changed when he heard the words: "Can you unlock Woody's seal?"
"Who told you...The ‘seal’ was made by Woody?" Vincent asked rhetorically.
At this moment, countless fragments flashed through Feng Bujue's mind: "It turned out to be you..."
"Yes." Vincent said, "It's me." He paused for a second, then continued, "Li Ruoyu is also in this'gambling game', and I am her punter." He I took the quill pen in my hand, dipped it in ink, and said to the parchment floating in the air, "I can tell you clearly, as long as I unlock the seal, she will find that she has fallen in love with you. How? In this way, you don’t have to be threatened by Woody anymore, do you want to come to trade?"
"What about the conditions?" Feng Bujue asked immediately.
"Hehe...it's very simple." Vincent said, "After a few years, when your life ends..."
Boom——
A loud bang interrupted Vincent's words.
The door closed by Feng Bujue was destroyed by an external fixed-point blasting. Amidst the smoke and dust, a crowd of black and heavy figures filed in. One of them uttered a loud shout at Feng Bujue, who was still in his tinnitus: "Don't move!"
Frequent footsteps and the sound of guns being loaded quickly surrounded Feng Bujue.
"Oh...it's a pity." Vincent sighed, "Maybe it's God's will..."
"Hold on..." Feng Bujue said, "Even if you can't trade now, in reality..."
"That's impossible." Vincent knew what he was going to say, so he denied it, "On other occasions, I have no right to offer this level of transaction. Only when you sit on this -738 It's a special case, and...this is the only chance. Next time you sit on this chair, the devil that appears may not be me."
"Huh..." Feng Bujue also snorted~IndoMTL.com~Okay...Maybe this is really godly. "
"Don't speak! Throw your weapons on the ground, stand up, and raise your hands!" The heavily armed security guards were yelling at Brother Jue. They couldn't see or hear Vincent, just I could faintly hear a distorted voice echoing around the throne.
"Sorry, let's meet again." Vincent said, disappearing from the throne out of thin air. And the parchment, quill, and ink floating in the air all flew back into the long drawer by themselves at lightning speed.
"Hurry up and do it! Otherwise, shoot!" The security officer gave an ultimatum.
Feng Bujue had no choice but to put down the gun in his hand, raised his hands and stood up. He knew... the Foundation guys weren't police officers. These people really didn't mind "executing" the target. Let alone D-class personnel, killing their own people would not even blink.
Three seconds later, several burly men rushed forward, restrained Feng Bujue to the ground, and handcuffed his hands again.
The security team member who just called out picked up the communicator and reported: "Sir, the target has been controlled, request further instructions..." (to be continued...)