"Introduce yourself..."
Aizen was carrying a dim yellow lantern, his temperament was elegant and easy-going, and he said calmly: "I am the captain of the fifth division, Soyousuke Aizen."
Division 5...Captain!
The expressions of Barton and Constantine suddenly changed, and their breathing suddenly became rapid.
Although the two of them had already made some vague guesses after seeing the unique white feather fabric, when they actually said it from each other's mouth, there was still a turmoil in their hearts.
Moreover, he spread it within a hundred meters in advance, and all the miniature biological monitors captured no trace of the scene, showing how the captain approached them quietly!
It feels like... it just appeared out of nowhere!
Barton suddenly noticed that the captain was holding a tiny mosquito monitor in his hand.
In an instant, he understood it all.
It was these tiny monitors that exposed them!
Barton's face looked a little ugly, and he found that he had fallen into a classic thinking misunderstanding.
Microbiological monitoring instruments may be regarded as very good technological props in this world, but Soul Society is not a place that can be simply explained by scientific theories. He believes too much in the convenience brought by these technologies!
"These are going to be tricked to death by these things of yours!"
Constantine's face was livid, and he also realized the problem.
They relied on these technological props along the way and successfully avoided the vast majority of ordinary Shinigami, but they inadvertently neglected that those captain-level Shinigami who were beyond human beings could not be avoided simply with technology!
Those ordinary reapers may not be able to detect these micro-monitors.
But in the eyes of these terrifying captain-level gods of death, they were as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark night. The mosquito-shaped monitors scattered out directly pointed out the locations of them!
But the matter has come to this, and there is no point in regretting it anymore.
After hunting geese all day long, only to be pecked in the eye by geese. Those who drown are often those who can swim.
Unexpectedly, the technological props they had always relied on would now become a sharp knife in their hearts. Barton, a veteran agent who boasted of his rich experience, could not help but feel a little hot at the thought of this.
"I've seen this kind of interesting gadget at the Technology Development Bureau."
Aizen let go of the mosquito monitor in his hand, with a calm lake light in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I personally don't like to use violence, so can you please ask two Mr. Travelers to be honest? Would you like to come with me?"
Barton secretly glanced at Constantine next to him. Did he mean to ask him what to do?
You still have the nerve to ask me?
Constantine was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword and pierce him.
Thinking about his reputation throughout his life, he has never suffered a loss in his travels. He used to trick others, but he didn't expect that he would be tricked by one of his own people today.
"You two gentlemen, you can rest assured."
Aizen pushed down the black frame on the bridge of his nose and said kindly and gently: "Although it is a serious crime for you to break into the Seireitei without permission, as long as there are no serious consequences, your life will not be in danger even if you are caught. I can assure you of that."
Isn't it life-threatening?
As soon as these words came out, Barton and Constantine were stunned, suddenly a little unbelievable.
Even before breaking in, they assumed that their lives would be in danger.
After all, this is the central organization that manages the entire deceased. Its laws are probably as strict as hell in the Bible. But it turns out that it is not what they imagined.
"Uh...are you sure it's not life-threatening?"
Constantine hesitated for a moment, habitually doubting whether it was true or not, so he asked tentatively: "Will it sentence us to life imprisonment, or torture us endlessly?"
"Haha, no, we are not devils."
Aizen's unique magnetic voice, gentle and full of depth, is extremely convincing: "I can guarantee in the name of the captain of the fifth division that you will not be subjected to inhuman treatment, let alone be detained for many years. Although the specific punishment will not be too light, it is definitely not that severe.”
This is like a criminal who was originally sentenced to death and suddenly learned that his sentence was changed to life imprisonment.
The heavy psychological pressure suddenly became much lighter.
"In that case, I surrender!"
Constantine raised his hands decisively and grinned: "And I can provide you with the information you want. I just hope that when the time comes to sentence me, the circumstances of my surrender will be taken into account, and the punishment will be a little lighter."
Barton's eyes twitched, and he was dumbfounded.
He thought it would be an arduous battle, and even thought that he might die here.
But I never thought that Constantine, a bastard, would surrender faster than France during World War II, and sold them in just a few words!
"Constantine, you bastard!" Barton's eyes widened angrily, his chest heaving violently with anger, and he looked at him with murderous eyes: "Do you know what you are doing now?"
"Calm down, Patton."
Constantine smacked his lips and looked indifferent: "There is a captain on the other side. Don't you really think that we can escape from him with just our abilities?"
"Indeed, this gentleman sees clearly."
Aizen looked at him meaningfully, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and then said with a smile: "Although I don't know about other travel accidents, with the strength of the two of you, once the captain discovers it, it means the game is over. "
Barton opened his mouth weakly, as if he wanted to refute something.
But when the words came to my lips, I felt a sense of powerlessness in my heart, and I had to swallow them back with a bitter look on my face.
Just as Constantine said, with the strength of the two of them, it is easy to deal with those gods of death, but facing these captain-level gods of death is tantamount to looking for death with a stubborn head.
Surrender is the best option.
Barton glanced at Constantine secretly and found that this guy was too relaxed.
With no psychological burden at all, and seemingly not caring about what kind of crime he was convicted of, Barton, as an agent, suddenly had a bright idea in his mind.
This guy may have taken the opportunity to approach the confession tower where Tony was imprisoned under the pretense of surrender.
"I see......"
Barton sighed pretending to be troubled, raised his hands and said, "We are indeed no match for you, so I also choose to surrender. I hope Soul Society can treat the prisoners well, if you have the Geneva Convention here."
Constantine's eyelids twitched and he looked at Barton speechlessly.
There's something wrong with this guy's brain. Does the Geneva Convention have anything to do with spies like you?
"On this point, you two can rest assured."
Aizen's facial lines softened slightly, and he chuckled: "Soul Society will not torture prisoners, even those who have committed heinous crimes."
The captain maintained a comfortable smile from beginning to end, and coupled with his elegant and easy-going temperament, it was easy for people to put down their guard. Even Barton silently made a judgment in his heart. He is a very kind and gentle captain.
Constantine narrowed his eyes, feeling inexplicably disgusted with this elegant and easy-going captain: "Can I ask, since you are a captain, why did you not take action directly when you saw us? Instead, you chose to persuade us to surrender. This kind of time-consuming What about the laborious method?"
"Because...I hate violence."
Under the illumination of the lantern, Aizen's entire face was half-dark and half-lit, and his deep brown pupils were elusive.
