Hearing T6's words, Charles chuckled quietly. "Experimental materials? I'm really honored. After all, not everyone can be favored by the Foundation. Is this a threat?"
T6 took a step forward and brought the extremely terrifying giant spider head closer to Charles.
"I'm a straightforward person. I usually say whatever I want to say. Charles, we've worked together before. Although I'm not a soldier, we're comrades-in-arms. I really don't want you to end up like that."
"But do you know what the consequences of agreeing to this are? My wife, my children, and my friends, my life-and-death companions, will all be destroyed when your plan is put into motion!"
"If even they are gone from this world, then what else is there for other humans worth protecting?" Charles' tone was calm and his eyes were firm.
At this point, T6 also understood what Charles meant. "Maybe K9 is wrong. You are still different from us. They don't give you much time. When Plan No. 3 starts, they will not leave a hidden danger behind."
"Well, I guessed it without your reminder." Charles was not at all surprised at what they were going to do next. If he were the foundation, he would do the same.
T6 moved the eight spider limbs, climbed up the wall and onto the ceiling, ready to leave. "You still have a chance to regret. After three days, K9 will come to you for the last time. That is your last chance to make a choice. If you insist, I respect your choice."
"Don't rush to run away. The Foundation is much more powerful than you. If necessary, I will take action. Although I don't want to do that, the existence of the Foundation is greater than everything, including you and me."
Charles turned sideways, watching T6's swollen body covered with brains gradually moving away. Just as he was about to turn the corner, he suddenly spoke up, "You claim that everything you do is for humanity, but have you ever thought that sometimes life can find its own way?"
Seeing that T6 ignored him and left silently, Charles raised the corners of his mouth slightly and turned to walk towards his residence.
Since the talks have broken down, there is no need to continue and I can't wait any longer.
However, Charles also understood that the strength of the foundation, which had existed for thousands of years, was extremely powerful. Even if he united the power of the entire Earth and Sea, he would not be able to resist them. This was a game with very slim hope.
But he had no choice. Even if he had to sacrifice his own life, he would fight to the end. The safety of Anna Shanshan and others was much more valuable than his life.
"No matter what, I have to escape from here first, or at least spread the news here." Charles narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the neat environment around him.
During this period of time, he has figured out the place thoroughly. He only has one chance now. If he is really caught by them, he will probably be completely finished.
In the next few days, Charles did not go out again. He stayed in the room, concentrating on his drawing board.
Three days later at 12 noon, K9 knocked on the door again, just as T6 had said.
"Come in, the door is not locked." The door was not opened, and K9's tall and thin body leaned in through the wall. He looked at Charles who was painting.
The four crows looked at the paintings scattered on the ground. They were all abstract paintings. Various lines were spliced together to form creatures that were absolutely impossible to appear in the present, and there were tentacles and bones in between.
"Look at my paintings. Someone once told me that a qualified painter should not be judged by the likeness of his paintings. I am making a breakthrough in my painting skills."
K9 didn't respond to the question, "Don't beat around the bush. You know why I came this time, but don't jump to conclusions. I'll show you something first, and you can make a decision after you finish reading it."
"What is this?" Charles' hand holding the paintbrush did not stop.
"Your brain." K9's words finally made Charles stop what he was doing. With a frown on his face, he slowly stood up and approached the thing to examine it carefully.
Three or four tentacles are intertwined to form a semi-ellipse. At first glance, it really looks a bit like a brain.
K9 walked to the side, stretched out two black bird claws from under the wide windbreaker, and gently pulled along both sides. The tentacle meat ball instantly expanded to one meter.
It was only then that Charles discovered that as the tentacles slightly squirmed, a little pink appeared, which really looked a bit like a brain.
"Although we cannot know the internal condition of your brain due to some kind of memetic infection in your memory, from the appearance, your condition is very troublesome."
"I know these things. They belong to my wife. You are not here to be my attending physician today, are you? Everyone's time is precious. Just say whatever you want to say."
K9 was a little surprised by Charles's behavior, "Don't you know that these are like parasites?"
K9 gently waved his thin black bird claws again, and the tentacles in front of him quickly faded, revealing a brain full of holes underneath. "It's scary, isn't it?"
"So what?" Bored Charles didn't even raise his eyebrows, he sat back and continued painting.
"If you don't know, then let me tell you, this means that your wife has turned you into a puppet. She can modify your memory anytime and anywhere."
"I don't think she would do that. I know what she would do and what she wouldn't do."
No matter if the other party was trying to sow discord or do something else, Charles didn't believe it. Anna was a monster, but no monster would give birth to a child for him in order to control a puppet.
"Your wife is 1193-1-3. They are a group of terrifying subjects, creatures that act entirely on instinct."
"Consciousness itself is just the price of creation to obtain things. Don't care about the surface, pay attention to the inner core. Think about it carefully. Is your wife's strength getting stronger and stronger? And is your power also parasitic on it?"
"The most terrifying thing is that your wife is also unaware of this. Although the power of instinct is very strong, everything she does intentionally or unintentionally is just for the needs of her body."
"She is very special. We have captured 1193-1-3, but it is different from her."
Seeing Charles stopped and frowned in thought, K9 continued: "Think about it, do you really think this kind of existence is necessary? When she becomes powerful to a certain extent, it is hard to imagine what will happen."
(End of this chapter)