Director Trubney didn't have much expectations for whether a waste could give a new answer. What he was doing now was just to make sure that Sergey had no value. Erxi, that old woman, made herself unhappy and took some actions to vent and retaliate.
Therefore, Director Troubny did not give Sergey much time to think. After a minute of silence, a sneer appeared on his face.
"time up!"
This person looked like a judge. He passed over the man lying on the ground and walked between the twin siblings whose arms were grabbed by his subordinates. He took the arm of the little boy named Alex from his subordinates' hands. .
Alex struggled, but it was obvious that he was not yet capable of holding a rocket launcher with one hand and using it as an ordinary rifle in the future. He joined the integration movement and became a cadre codenamed "Bone Broken". He did not have enough strength to break free from the adult Ursus. Male mastery.
The boy jumped up and was about to bite, but Director Trubney just skillfully raised his grasping arm to avoid this childish attack, and then slapped the boy unceremoniously on the face. In one stroke, the child in his hand was beaten until he had no ability to resist.
Half of Alex's face was swollen, and tears overflowed from the corners of the child's eyes. He felt very helpless, and instinctively shouted for dad in his mouth. With some eyes that could not be opened, he looked towards his father who should have been able to rely on him. go.
But the man on the ground over there was quite powerless. Even if he saw that his son was being hurt, as a father, he could not hide the anger in his eyes, but the reality could only make him say some words of begging, as if he hoped that the other party could Be kind.
However, as a worker of the Special Intelligence Bureau, a hard heart is also an excellent quality.
Even Mr. Trubney, who took a little backdoor approach and relied on family power to take the position of director so quickly, has a very qualified character in this regard.
"Son, it's not that I want to hurt you, it's all because your father didn't tell the truth.
I slap you now to let you adapt to the pain in advance. When you become an infected person and are sent to the North, you will find that the cold whip there will be infinitely more terrifying than the slap I am giving you now. "
Director Trubney raised his palm-shaped right hand, holding the sharp Originium between his index and middle fingers.
"However, your father, Dr. Sergey, still has a chance to save you. Now is my last mercy. I will count down three seconds. Once I finish counting and nothing else changes, I will put this gadget Shoot it into your body, 3, 2..."
"I said……"
When he was counting to 1 and Director Trubney was about to slap his hands, Dr. Sergey on the ground over there stopped him with a hoarse voice.
"What did you say?"
Director Trubney looked at the other party in surprise.
"The key, the key to sealing the remains of the sarcophagus, is actually in my hand."
Sergey clenched his hands so hard that his nails dug into the flesh of his palms, and there was pain on his face.
Being locked up in a small dark room and being violently tortured did not make his disguise disappear and reveal anything.
However, when faced with the fact that his children were about to be persecuted, Sergey's inner defense suddenly collapsed.
His belief in keeping secrets was outweighed by his desire to protect his family. He did the most shameful thing and became the first traitor to speak.
"This is really surprising. Your acting skills are so good, Dr. Sergey. I was almost fooled by the innocence you showed."
The unexpected gain made Director Trubney's lips curl up.
"But the only thing you can reveal is the key?"
“The analysis data of the sarcophagus and the key to seal the sarcophagus are separated. This is to ensure that if one side is lost, the other side can keep the secret of the mechanism inside the sarcophagus.
Ilya took away the most critical analysis results, and I served as another guarantee...
This is all I know, please don’t hurt my child..."
Sergey's face lay on the ground, and the sound of a meal was heard through the rebound of the ground.
"So that's it. You guys are quite thoughtful in keeping it secret."
Director Trubney praised him, and then his expression changed.
"But why don't I quite believe it?"
Sergey raised his head from his shame and stared at Director Trubny.
"Since you have been deceiving me before, I decided to turn your son into an infected person first."
"No, I've told you what I know."
"So, if you don't want your son to become an infected person and be sent to the northern mines in the future, it is best to make your own efforts in the sarcophagus, and I am also providing you with the basis for serving the empire. power!"
Director Trubney laughed. He liked to see the regret and despair in the eyes of people who betrayed others under his threats and were hit on the head by him.
Of course, because Dr. Sergey is still useful, he will not make the other party too desperate, but will also understand the other party's pain points.
Director Trubney has seen that this man is a guy who can't let go of his family ties, and he can just take advantage of this.
The palm holding the sharp Origin Stone was raised again. If there was no accident, it would not stop anymore and would directly hit the little boy's arm. However, an accident still occurred.
"If I were you, I would never hurt an innocent child, sir."
The door of this interrogation room was pushed open, and the person who came in wore a dark helmet, raised the submachine gun in his hand very politely, and said this to the people in the room.
"despair!"
As if to prove that the thing in his hand was not a toy, he pulled the trigger and fired a shot.
Unfortunately, the shot hit Director Trubney's hand, which was holding the boy's arm.
The pain caused by firearm bullets tearing apart human muscle tissue is not something that people who have not experienced countless baptisms of blood and fire can endure.
At least Director Trubney, who often directed others' actions behind the scenes, could not bear the pain of such a shooting. He grabbed his left forearm, which was missing a piece of flesh, and knelt on the ground, crying out in pain.
In the room, two subordinates with combat experience wanted to do something, but they were stopped by two other men in black helmets wearing windbreaker-type military uniforms who came out from behind the man wearing dark helmets and held guns. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at his head, but he didn't dare to continue moving.
"Who...are you?"
Seeing the medal with the double-headed eagle (the national emblem of Ursus) on the helmeted man's windbreaker, Director Trubney, who was gradually recovering from the initial pain, asked directly.
"Us? Well...we have many names, such as the disciplinary force, the night finishing force, etc. But in the past month, we have a new, formal enough name. You can call us Wu Sars’s ray of justice—the peacekeepers of the North!”
When they mentioned the names of the troops, the three helmeted men subconsciously straightened their already straight waists.
And if someone can look behind, they can see the letters on the windbreakers of these three people that have the same shape as those on the back of Wu Ke's windbreaker. These are three former SB unit members wearing SB windbreakers.
Director Trubney searched his mind carefully. He was sure that he had never heard of such a unit. However, judging from the confident attitude of the man in the helmet and trench coat, he was 80% sure that these people should be the Uzbekistan. Sars' own troops.
This made Director Trubney somewhat relieved. The domestic troops meant that he would not be killed at will.
"Then why did you attack me? People from different departments in Ursus are prohibited from hurting each other. Don't you know? I want to see your commander!"
Director Trubney did not ask these people why they were here. Instead, he directly asked the person in front of him who wanted the helmet to talk to a higher-level person.
"If you want to see our commander, of course you can, tie them up."
"No, you can't treat it like this..."
"Bang~"
A man in a helmet walked over and kicked the director, who was unconscious and still trying to stop him. He squatted down and applied some simple treatments to stop the bleeding arm, and then tied the man's hand tightly. got up.
The two non-resisting subordinates nearby also had their hands and feet tied, but they were pointed at gunpoint to lift their unconscious boss from the ground, and were ordered out by the man in the black helmet.
"You can get up on your own. If you can, take these two children and go out to gather together."
The helmeted man who was left alone and looked like a team leader said to Dr. Sergey.
. . . .
Back to two days ago, with the help and persuasion of Tritta and Aria, Wu Ke gained a certain amount of trust from Dr. Ilia.
He brought several people back to the north together, and then discussed with Xiboril based on what he learned from Dr. Ilya about the huge clean energy source in the sarcophagus ruins, which could very well be used to cure ore disease. consultation.
It only took a very short time for Xiboril to agree to Wu Ke's decision to obtain the remains of the sarcophagus.
Because we know that the remains of the sarcophagus are the power source of Chernobog, but they are part of the power system embedded in it.
Previously, those sergeants who had followed Wu Kedong in his expedition to the west, engaged in various mines, attacked cities, and completed the finishing work were summoned.
The five hundred elite sergeants were lightly dressed. They took action again after seven months. Without any hesitation, they got into the windproof cocoon like a sleeping bag, and then were lifted up one after another.
Due to the excessive weight, even though Wu Ke could still fly with it, the speed was slowed down a lot. However, it took him a day and a night to quietly enter the place where martial law was imposed and was blocked last night. of Chernobog.
Elite sergeants organized their troops in a dark place, but there were obviously five hundred people, but they didn't make much noise.
Excreting, eating, and replenishing water, after completing these tasks, the being leading this elite force also fell from the sky.
Possessing extraordinary abilities such as clairvoyance and super hearing, Wu Ke just made a circle over Chernobog and figured out the armed situation of this blocked city.
After a while of communicating with the troops he led, the five hundred sergeants were divided into dozens of teams.
Among them, the largest team of one hundred people followed him to the garrison of the main force in the city.
Others, like water, flowed elsewhere to deal with the remaining armed forces scattered in the city.
In the dead of night, there were a few unusual noises, but because they were fleeting, no one noticed them.
Chernobog, a mobile city with a population of 700,000, quietly experienced some changes that were unknown to ordinary people in one night.
At dawn, the tentacles of the Northern Peacekeeping Forces touched the upper floors of Chernobog, controlling the local nobles who were awakened from their sleep with a look of horror on their faces, and also cut off Chernobog, the city of External remote communication system for medium-sized mobile cities.
At nearly nine o'clock in the morning, when Director Trubney was questioning Kelsey, he had already controlled 90% of the troops in Chernobog City, and finally took action against the unaware Chernobog Research Institute. .
After more than half an hour, when Director Trubney, the person in charge here, vented his anger on poor Dr. Sergey, the peacekeeping force completed the control of the external forces of the institute, most of which The guarding soldiers were knocked unconscious or captured.
. . . .
"Is this the sarcophagus?"
What appeared in front of people was a black rectangular coffin about ten meters long, five meters wide and three meters high that was connected by many energy transmission pipes in the building.
The whole thing is full of cold mechanical texture, but it also gives people a taste that is primitive and different from the civilization of the current Terran world.
"What on earth is that..."
Kelsey, who was brought out and stood with many researchers, looked at the figure standing on the stairs in the central building of the institute with his back to them, and felt an inexplicable creepy feeling in his heart.
But it was Mon3tr, a very special type of Source Stone aggregated life form that parasitized in her spine. The warning sent a feeling of threat, but it was also more like fear...
Mon3tr, who can handle an army with a conventional level of online combat effectiveness, is afraid of the person on the ladder? !
Kelsey recalled that she had experienced various bizarre events in her life, which was longer than ordinary people. It seemed that only one of them was seen at a local auction in Argo, from the deep sea. Mon3tr only has this kind of fear reaction originating from the life instinct of the [living meat] sold by hunters, as if he is facing some kind of higher-level life...
This kind of special life that aggregates source stones is easier than ordinary people to detect some of the mysteries and dangers hidden in this world!
