There are alloy steel plates on all sides of this floor, and it should be completely soundproofed from the upstairs and downstairs, so Feng Buer was quite confused when he heard the rapid vibration sound.
Was there an earthquake? As soon as Feng Buer had this idea, the shaking stopped. He took a long breath and was glad that it was not a big earthquake. Otherwise, in his current situation, he could only lift up his pants and run out.
But what happened next was worse than the earthquake. Fine cracks appeared on the ceiling of the toilet. The cracks became denser and denser, and the scope gradually expanded, affecting the ceiling of five to six square meters. Then, under the strange tremor, this large piece of material that was supposed to be alloy steel was shattered into powder. It suddenly collapsed like a biscuit that barely maintained its shape, and then fell from the sky. There was not much impact when it landed on the ground. The sound was, at most, the sound of three or four cubic meters of iron powder being poured onto the ground.
A cloud of iron dust suddenly filled the bathroom. Although the cubicle where Feng Buer was sitting had a door to block it, a lot of dust still poured in from the gap under the door, causing him to choke and cover his mouth and nose, unable to open his eyes. Eye.
From the gap above the cubicle, he could see that there was a large empty space in the middle of the ceiling, but Feng Buer's vision was limited after all. Before he could reach it, two figures rushed down carrying a large box. For a moment, he didn't understand. What kind of situation is this? These days, are the secret bases of the resistance organizations all crappy projects? Where did this road construction team come from? Is that too much? !
When Feng Buer was still considering whether to call someone in this dilemma, the toilet he was sitting on flushed without warning. At the same time, an invisible force strangled his neck.
The latch of the compartment moved on its own, and the door was opened. The consultant stood in front of the naked Feng Buer, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and wearing the accountant's sunglasses, and said: "Don't shout, either. Don't try to resist, unless you have the protective energy of a ferocious powerhouse that distorts the collision of matter, otherwise I will move my fingers and your head will fall to the ground."
Feng Buer looked directly at the advisor, with a calm tone and no fear on his face: "It turns out to be an intruder, huh... No matter what your purpose is, even if you can temporarily restrain me, don't you think a person can break in like this?" Is it tantamount to committing suicide?"
"The guy with shit on his butt actually said this kind of dialogue with a very awesome attitude..." The consultant said: "Let's not talk about it for now, are you blind? I am obviously two..." He turned around. Looking too far, I really didn't see the accountant, only the giant suitcase on the ground.
After searching again, I found that the accountant was lying in the corner of the room beside the vomit pool flushing the mop, washing his face with water from the traditional rotating faucet.
"What are you doing… "
"You suddenly snatched away my sunglasses and the iron powder got into my eyes." The accountant replied: "It doesn't matter, just wash it."
The consultant sighed, turned to Feng Buer and said, "I need to ask you a few questions. If you don't cooperate, I will help you cut off some extra organs. Do you understand?"
Feng Buer was not afraid of the adviser at all. If he hadn't been caught off guard and controlled by others, he would have dealt with the guy in front of him with a punch and a kick. At this moment, let's cooperate with him and wait for the opportunity.
"Just ask." Feng Buer replied.
The consultant said: "Your name and position."
"Feng Buer, the provincial interior minister."
"How many people are there on this floor now?"
Feng Buer hesitated for a moment: "Hmph... It doesn't hurt to tell you this. There are more than fifty people in total, twelve of whom are purely responsible for security work. You don't need to tell me to understand that they are different from other security guards in the building. Twelve of them are all knights, and among the remaining people, there are also several ability users. With just the two of you, it may be difficult for you to escape unscathed. I think it’s better for you to just capture them now..."
The consultant felt that everything below was nonsense, so he interrupted before he could finish his sentence: "Where is the computer room on this floor?"
Feng Buer didn't answer. He seemed to notice something. He moved his eyes to the suitcase and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Don't make me ask a second time." Before the consultant finished speaking, another piece of hair was missing from Feng Buer's head.
"Near the southeast corner, there is Room A9 written on the door." Feng Buer's cold sweat was already breaking out.
"Do you still need to ask this kind of question? Of course we are here to invade the 'Apostle System'. Are we here to help you reinstall the system and kill the virus?" The accountant washed his face and felt quite embarrassed. He said quietly: "The computer system on this floor should be completely separated from other floors." He said to Feng Buer: "It's useless for you to pretend to be stupid. If the system was integrated, the man next to me would have been lying there long ago. I hacked you all up on the sofa with a laptop, and we didn’t even have to go there in person.”
Seeing that the accountant was very close to the door, the consultant immediately added: "Hey, don't get carried away and walk out. The monitoring equipment on this floor is also separated from other floors. The toilet is the only blind spot. You have to be extra careful when you go out."
"You really know a lot." Feng Buer's tone became gloomy: "Even the low-level members of the Iron Discipline don't know anything about the secrets of the apostle system..."
The consultant smiled and said: "Why, do you think this is some rare information? This technology was just sold to you at a low price by the Freedom Front more than thirty years ago. Unfortunately, compared with the 'Matrix' they use themselves, 'Apostle' is also a beta version.
Of course, the only organizations on this planet that currently have this kind of security system that has nothing to do with the empire's communication satellites, transmission towers, and network lines, and can effectively use it on a large scale, are Steel Commandment and Freedom Frontline. These are just two companies, and you are much smarter than those rough guys who call us all day long with monitored phone numbers. "
"Who are you... you even know this..." Feng Buer said.
The consultant took a roll of toilet paper from the cubicle next to him and threw it to Feng Buer, "It's very simple. I worked on a project with the chief designer of 'The Matrix'. That was an old guy named Gates. As soon as he had Chance claimed that his ancestors were so rich that they could buy a state. Anyway, I think he is just an old lunatic with some skills, an extreme hatred of wealth, and an attempt to take revenge on society.
In short... He once talked about the 'Apostle' in a disdainful tone. At that time, it seemed that it was a huge favor sold to Steel Discipline by the Freedom Front, but in fact it was just an experimental product. It was a pity to throw it away if it was tasteless. For you to play with.
Okay, don't think that I can't wipe your neck instantly once I take my eyes off you. I advise you not to make unnecessary moves. This roll of paper should be enough. Quickly wipe it and pull up your pants. "
After the consultant finished speaking, he walked aside and whispered something to the accountant.
Feng Buer finished his work, put on his pants and stood still. During this period, he could always feel a kind of restraint on his neck. Only now did he realize the seriousness of the matter. Even if he had no skills, he would be Even if a person strangles his neck with an invisible thread, he cannot use it. If he makes a big move, or if the other party exerts a little control, his body and head will be different.
After a few minutes, the consultant walked up to him again: "What kind of expression do you have? Is it solidified after sitting for too long and hasn't been wiped off?"
"Do you dare to describe it more disgustingly?" Feng Buer thought so in his heart, but did not say anything. He replied: "Anyone who is choked by someone and speaks will not look good." of."
"That's what you think..." The first person who flashed in the consultant's mind was Tianyi, and he immediately said: "Back to the topic, you must be thinking about how to find a loophole to get out of this situation, but I can responsibly Let me tell you, since I have decided to let you regain a certain degree of freedom, I will not give you any chance."
The accountant helped: "Believe me, he can kill you at any time, gouge out your eyeballs, and take away your documents."
The consultant continued: "So, you'd better do what I say in every next step. If you try to delay time or play tricks, you will be dead."
"Don't always threaten me with death. Don't I look like a believer who doesn't care about death at all?" Feng Buer said.
After hearing this, the consultant pretended to search Feng Buer's pockets, and said while searching: "It's strange, the 'commandment pocket watch' that is only awarded to the most die-hard high-ranking members in each city, did you lose it?" In the toilet?"
Feng Buer was exposed to the peep show and looked slightly embarrassed: "Okay, I'll help you, please don't kill me. I'm just a small person. The look just now was all stubborn. At first, I thought you were like that. I respect the heroes of the die-hards, but gradually I discovered that the two... "
"Okay, we know which of your faces is disguise and which is real." The accountant said, "Don't waste time, listen now..."
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