The priest looked excitedly waiting for a new picture to appear on the screen in front of him, but when he tore open the second bag of potato chips, he realized that the picture on the screen had stopped moving.
"Oops." The priest instantly realized something was wrong. When he reached for the weapon box next to him, two power armors broke through the wall and held his neck with high-frequency vibrating knives.
The screen in front of him twisted, and Yamamoto's face appeared.
"I have tolerated your behavior over and over again, but I didn't expect that you would be bold enough to bribe my power armor operators and let them help you with personal affairs." Yamamoto said with a cold face, holding back his anger, "Look Come on, I’m still too tolerant of you.”
"Wait a minute, I can still explain." The priest raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, "Although I really want to say that I didn't spend a penny and your men volunteered to help me, but I guess you don’t believe this either.”
"Then I will tell the truth. I hypnotized those people directly." The priest said quickly, fearing that he would be killed if he spoke slowly. "There was an experimental subject who was under a spell and was very outstanding. It was completed perfectly. After being transformed, I originally wanted him to have a fight with Tomohiko Uesugi to see how good he was. After all, as you know, I am not a real priest. All my things are learned and sold based on stolen information. , I don’t know exactly what will happen.”
"But if I apply to you, you will definitely not let me do it because the truce ban of Jiangdong United is still within the time limit, so I will just do it myself." The priest said nonchalantly, "Anyway, there are only four powered armors. , What’s the big deal, don’t you have as much of this kind of thing as you want?”
"This is Yingzhou, not Eastern Europe where you are from. I can get twelve power armors with only basic weapons. This is the limit. Do you really think that the whole world is like Eastern Europe, where high-intensity agents are still continuing? Are at least 300 pieces of power armor damaged every week in the human war?" Yamamoto almost went crazy, "Are you provoking me?"
"First of all, I don't mean that. Cooperation is in the interests of both of us. You still need me, don't you?" The priest said indifferently, "Secondly, I am not an Eastern European. I am from the Lunar City."
"Just you? Don't you see if your face matches the characteristics of the perfect human standard genetic model of the lunar city? If you are from Eastern Europe, you are from Eastern Europe. Stop pretending." Having lost his important power armor, Yamamoto was very angry and even spoke indiscriminately.
"Mr. Yamamoto, criticizing someone else's origin is a very disgusting thing." The priest's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he used a distant honorific, "And the twelve rounds of power armor you own, even if they are used together. The self-destruction attack would have seriously injured Uesugi Tomohiko at most. If it weren't for me, one day Uesugi Tomohiko would really lose his face or get angry with the big shot behind him. In a meeting that you can't escape, such as Jiang's meeting to be held in early March. At the household joint fiscal year summary meeting, I will kill you on the spot, and you will not be able to put up any resistance."
Yamamoto's face darkened. The priest's words obviously touched his sore spot. The important reason why he can still maintain a balance with Tomohiko Uesugi on the surface and even take advantage of it is that he himself is actually hiding in the core area of Tokyo Prefecture. , remotely controls the affairs related to the Black Dragon Club. Except for inevitable memories, he only uses neural direct connection technology to control high-precision bionic prosthetics.
In this way, in a regular conflict, Uesugi Tomohiko's men did not have powered armor. Although he was an extraordinary person who exceeded the limit of carbon-based weapons, he could only run for his life and was completely at a disadvantage.
But as the conflict intensifies, the risk of Tomohiko Uesugi breaking up becomes greater and greater. This is why Yamamoto seeks the cooperation of a priest - someone in Tokyo who has the same level of extraordinary beings who have exceeded the carbon-based limit or who can threaten his life. Or weapons, they are basically under control. Yamamoto cannot invite them, and can only cooperate with outsiders such as priests who sneak in. He provides the priest with his legal identity and the things he needs in exchange for the priest's help.
"You are not allowed to approach my power armor operator again." Yamamoto, who had been manipulated, finally gave up and could only make a few empty threats, "If you do the same thing again, I will no longer provide you with With my official status, I will report you directly to Yin Yang Lao and even kill you on the spot."
After saying the harsh words, Yamamoto seemed a little embarrassed and quickly closed the call.
"Has he finished speaking?" The priest turned around and asked the two powered armors behind him.
"I think so, sir." The operators of the two powered armors removed their visors together, revealing their empty eyes, "Your takeaway."
"Oh, thank you." The priest took the plastic lunch box and the red brand Volga from the storage box on the side arm of the power armor, and said with a stereotyped image, "Your Yingzhou diet is either light sushi or heavy oil. The heavy salt ramen has no taste. Can the food be eaten if it is not sour or sweet?"
The two powered armor drivers stood motionless behind them, their expressions unchanged.
"If you ask me, Yamamoto is also stupid. I have already attacked your power armor operators. Could it be that I only moved four of them? And when I said he was hypnotized, he really thought it was hypnotized." The priest drank the sour beef soup. , said to himself, "Doesn't he know why pure humans and fully cyborgs are chosen to form the army in the corporate war? For that negligible combat effectiveness, people who have modified brain-computer interfaces are used to do this. The power armor operator is so stupid."
But while the priest was talking, he remembered that these two people had burned their brains with data streams and written them into their virtual personalities. It was impossible for them to answer his questions.
This incident made him very frustrated, and his favorite beef soup became a little unpalatable, so he just waved his hand and told the two of them to get out.
The two men straightened the door that had fallen as they broke through the wall, opened it again, and left through the door frame.
"I'm still not as smart as a real living person, but what can I do? How can I, a fugitive, have the charisma to regain my loyal subordinates? Maybe I'm even more failed at handling interpersonal relationships than that idiot Yamamoto." Priest He complained and reopened the virtual screen, "Oh, has it started?"
On the screen, Tomohiko Uesugi was struggling to avoid the barrage of four powered armors fired by the standard 12.7mm machine gun, while carefully guarding against the attack of Sakata, who had completely transformed into an evil spirit. His right hand A large piece of meat was missing from the top, and it was obviously in a bad situation.
"Come on, Experimental Subject Sakata." The priest tore open another bag of yogurt-flavored potato chips and encouraged him through the screen, like an audience watching a game.
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