In the bright and spacious room, a man in his thirties stood with his back to the window, silent.
He is about 192 centimeters tall, with a straight body, a pair of ice-blue eyes, a hidden edge, and long brown hair that hangs down to his waist. His well-cut clothes perfectly outline his perfect figure. The sunlight poured on him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if gilding him with a layer of gold gauze.
Gabriel looked at the man with a look of awe and admiration in his eyes. He said a little hurriedly: "Lord Ravel, please move as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late."
Ravel raised his eyes and looked at him: "Why did Cage suddenly come to Dragon Tooth Star?"
Gabriel had excellent eyes, and he hesitantly replied: "I don't know very well, but I always hear Cage complain about the backward technology of Taima Star and the harsh environment. He really wants to return to Longya Star."
"So he's here?" Ravel stared at Gabriel, not missing a single change of expression on his face.
Gabriel was a little trembling when he saw him, and couldn't help lowering his head.
Ravel asked again: "What kind of person is he?"
Gabriel's expression became more hesitant, as if he was considering whether to answer truthfully.
Seeing him like this, Ravel said noncommittally: "Although you are only the adopted son of General Utre, but in terms of identity, you are the same as Cage, so you don't have to be concerned."
Gabriel gritted his teeth and said, "Cage's personality is a bit eccentric, and he is usually idle, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and his reputation in Taima Star is not very good."
Ravel lowered his eyes in thought and did not continue to question.
Gabriel looked at him and couldn't help reminding him again: "Your Excellency Ravel, I hope you will be ready to evacuate tonight, Cage... Cage, he probably won't be able to survive even a day."
Ravel waved his hand and said, "I know what to do, you go out first."
Gabriel wanted to say something, but was swept away by those cold eyes, and he couldn't speak anymore, so he could only reluctantly exit the room.
At this time, Ravel's deputy general Kahn walked in, handed him a document, and said with a serious expression: "General, what should we do next? Should we send someone to take Cage..."
Kahn made a "kill" gesture.
"The military is loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and there is no chance to start." Ravel said while looking at the information.
"Then what should we do?" The reason why Cruise has been in power for so many years is because they control the planet's most advanced intellectual brain and a huge army of machines. It took the Rebels more than ten years to infiltrate the inner layer of technology. Now they only need to give them two more days to gain control of the intellectual brain and the machine army. Although it only takes two hours, it is enough to change the situation.
Seeing that success was imminent, he was completely disrupted by Cage. But he is still the son of General Utre. If the plan is ruined in his hands, General Quanxia will know about it, and I am afraid that he will be heartbroken.
"Are you ready to evacuate?"
"No." Ravel said solemnly, "As long as we have a slight change, they will immediately be suspected by them. Instead of showing his foot in the panic, it is better to strive for victory in a stable manner, face the battle in the best state, and maybe there is still a front line. vitality."
Although it was almost certain in his heart that this change would end in failure, there was no sign of anxiety on his face.
Such a calm demeanor also made Kahn calm down.
He sighed: "I only hope that the young master can hold on for two more days."
Ravel said indifferently: "You are very aware of the military department. Even me, I am afraid I can only choose to commit suicide in the end."
Kahn showed a helpless expression.
Ravel said again: "Be optimistic about Gabriel, let him stay in the mansion and not go out. Since he and Cage have already dipped into this muddy water, then no one wants to retreat."
There were still 60 hours before he took control. At this time, in the military basement cell, several slowly moving virtual screens suddenly appeared in front of Shang Ke, displaying images of various characters one by one.
"Cage, look carefully, do you know any of these people?" said Chato, who was in charge of the interrogation. "As long as you identify one, we will satisfy your request. For example, enjoy a meal or make a cup of fragrant tea. ."
More than ten hours have passed since Shang Ke was caught, and he has not touched a drop of water. It is when the body and mind are extremely exhausted. However, Shang Ke upholds the belief of early death and early care, and expressed disdain for their temptation.
But he was really hungry...
Chatto was not in a hurry. He showed these images not only to facilitate Cage's identification, but also to detect his brain waves and heartbeat frequency. Generally speaking, when you meet familiar people, there will be some fluctuations in emotions. As long as they appear, the instrument can immediately capture them. Moreover, under the stimulation of the sensitizer, the perception is greatly improved, which will make this fluctuation more obvious.
However, after ten minutes passed, the images had already been rotated for several rounds, and Shang Ke's expression and mood still did not show any abnormal changes, as if he didn't know these people at all.
Shang Ke said that he really didn't know anyone.
The system is a thief. Although he was provided with basic information about the world, all the relevant character information was crossed in circles, and he couldn't even identify the protagonist's name and appearance.
However, he is very good at having fun, looking at the images while secretly commenting on everyone's appearance.
Chatto began to see him staring at someone a few more times, and asked, "Have you seen him?"
Shang Ke said, "It looks good."
Chatto: "…"
Then there were several similar situations, one of which was Chato's image information, Shang Ke looked at it for a few seconds, and saw that Chato's face was stiff, thinking that this guy was not going to pull him back, right
The person who was in charge of the interrogation next to him gave Chato a meaningful look, and then asked, "Cage, is there anything wrong with this person?"
"Very problematic." Shang Ke answered seriously.
TMD, are you really going to pull him back? Chatto stared fiercely at Shang Ke in the cell. As long as he dared to say a slander, he immediately let him taste the taste of electric acupuncture.
Shang Ke continued: "This person is the most peculiar-looking person among those I have met just now."
puff! Several people in the interrogation room couldn't help laughing. Except for Chatto, of course. He said with a cold face: "Cage, you still have the time to joke around at this time?"
No way, time is too hard. Shang Ke can only use them as a pastime, maybe if one of them goes wrong, he will die with a big move.
The people in the interrogation room admired this boy a little, and he was so calm in this situation, as if he was ready for death. They have seen too many people who have been tortured. Whether they are really calm or pretend to be indifferent, they can tell at a glance. When they first caught this boy, everyone thought he was just a sham. Now it seems that they have all gone wrong.
But that's okay, the real drama has just begun.
Chato decided to give up the psychological warfare to kill time and directly use torture. He wants to see how tough this guy is.
He didn't know how tough Shang Ke was, but when a current passed through his body, he just wanted to die immediately.
Because of the increased sensitivity, the torturer reduced the intensity of the electric shock in order to prevent him from being tortured to death. But for Shang Ke, who had never experienced such pain, it was still a terrible torture.
[The perfect expression pack is automatically unlocked, and the binding is confirmed.]The sound of the system entered Shang Ke's brain.
He was fixed on the chair at the moment, his body trembled slightly, he should have been very embarrassed, but seeing his eyes half-drooping, his eyelashes fluttering, his lips biting lightly, his short platinum blonde hair flying in flashing arcs, the pale blue light will His skin was reflected exceptionally transparent, and there was a faint sense of coquettish beauty.
MD! Shang Ke couldn't help but let out a foul language. Dare to give something useful? Even if his expression is shattered, he doesn't care, okay
When the people in the interrogation room saw this scene, a thought flashed in their minds at the same time: This guy is so beautiful! Electricity seems to bring out his hidden beauty...
After tens of seconds, the electric shock ended, and Shang Ke stopped shaking. He felt weak all over his body, his face was as pale as snow, the skin on his body showed burning marks, and the blood vessels contracted into a mesh, which looked like a tattoo, but the strange thing was , there is no major damage to the face.
"Cage, how are you feeling?" Chatto asked with a sneer.
Feel? That is lust, fairy, lust, and death. Shang Ke squinted at the wall in the center, and this look was smoky and charming, and he electrically charged everyone in the interrogation room, making their hearts beat faster.
This monster! If he wasn't Utre's son, it would have been great to keep him in his own home.
How could Shang Ke know the sleazy psychology of these guys, let alone that he has aroused their desire to abuse them.
Before Shang Ke could catch his breath, a few more robotic arms stretched out from behind the chair, rudely ripped apart Shang Ke's clothes, revealing a large piece of skin on his chest.
What is this going to do? Shang Ke's shocked expression once again delighted everyone in the interrogation room.
Chatto said: "I recommend calling all middle and upper-level officers to observe the scene, and let Zhinao pay close attention to their micro-expressions during the interrogation process."
His proposal was approved by the majority, and the application was approved within minutes of reporting.
Afterwards, hundreds of middle and upper-level officers connected to the video terminal in the interrogation room one after another to watch the interrogation process.
Ravel didn't expect to see General Utre's son under such circumstances. He was only in his early twenties.
Looking back on Gabriel's evaluation of him, and seeing him again at this moment, Ravel felt that what Gabriel said did not seem to have much credibility.
He sat upright on the chair, clasped his hands, and stared at the boy on the screen quietly, with no waves in his eyes.