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Five minutes later, the command center...
"Sir!" The same agent ran to the side of his officer anxiously, and reported, "According to the picture from 1..."
"Okay." The officer interrupted him, "I saw..." He stared at the big screen in front of him, his eyes fixed on a black area, "He destroyed all video and audio collection devices in the containment of SC-738 Right."
"Are you going to detonate the cone bomb? Sir," the agent said immediately.
"What's the point?" the officer asked without turning his head. "Since he knew that he was going to destroy all the surveillance equipment, it means that he was prepared. How could he move things to the area where the cone bomb is located for operation?" Woolen cloth?"
"This..." the agent was speechless for a moment.
"This incident reminds us... There is still a need to improve the containment of 738." The officer continued, "Just installing a cone bomb in the middle of the room is not enough, we have not considered'when the facility encounters a major crisis When the room without the guard of the security personnel was invaded'... Obviously, it is impossible for the intruder to wear an explosive collar..." He paused, "Huh... Speaking of which, the behavior of this D-level personnel today It has sounded the alarm for us on many levels. In the future, we should add a set of measures to all SCs that can be used as the ultimate protection in case of a crisis of total loss of control in the base where they are located."
"Then... what should we do now, sir." The agent asked again immediately.
"Aren't the people who are going to capture him already on their way..." the officer continued, "I can only hope... before they arrive, that D-class personnel has not completed some kind of 'deal' that threatens us. "
"That shouldn't be a problem, sir," the agent replied. "Generally speaking, the most that a D-Class would choose to trade is something like 'get free'."
"Heh..." The officer smiled, he straightened his suit, "Steven, what do you think is the IQ of this D-class personnel?"
It turned out that the agent's name was Steven.
"Uh... I have already retrieved his information just now, sir." Steven said, took out a form from his pocket, looked down and read, "This D-level personnel is code-named 00250, formerly known as Rudy Austin, twenty-five years old this year; after dropping out of high school, his criminal record has almost never stopped, until he was sentenced to life imprisonment for first-degree murder last year... After testing, his IQ is 83, and he has mild violence tendency."
"83?" The officer looked back at Steven, and reached for the form, "Hmph..." He snorted coldly, "This is not right."
"What's the matter, sir?" Steven asked.
"Do you think a person whose IQ is below average (even by American standards) would think of using SC-294 to deal with SC-173?" The officer replied sharply, "Before that..." He continued Looking at the form, "Where did he hear about the characteristics of SC-294?"
"This..." Steven's face became more and more ugly, "Could it be that he..."
"That's right..." the officer replied in a deep voice, "I suspect that he was inserted by the Chaos Insurgent (Cactus_Insurgent) through some means." He stuffed the form back into Steven's hand, "If that's the case , this information is meaningless..."
The more Steven thought about it, the more he felt that what the officer said made sense: "That's right... ordinary D-class personnel may not even understand the SC they are operating, let alone other SCs. But this person... used SC for the first time. -294 caused the item to 'fail to generate input', suggesting that he not only understood SC-294's idiosyncrasies...but was testing its limits from the start."
"All in all... the capture/removal of this person must be carried out as soon as possible, the potential threat of him operating in the base is too great." Control it or kill it, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous... "
...
Meanwhile, within the containment procedures of SC-738.
Due to the current state of the base, the security personnel who were originally in charge of guarding here have long since disappeared. Either they took refuge in the underground emergency refuge area, or they died somewhere else... Anyway, Brother Jue didn't encounter any obstacles along the way.
The door to this containment procedure is opened by the operator's desk in its outer laboratory, no access card is required.
After coming to this experimental area, Feng Bujue carefully destroyed all the monitoring probes and radio equipment in the room and laboratory, and then began to move the three-piece furniture. He knew very well that when moving tables and chairs, he only had to be careful to avoid the cone bomb in the middle of the room.
To make a long story short, after a lot of busy work, Brother Jue finally sat on SC-738-2, the high-back chair. In front of him is a table designated SC-738-1, and behind him is the "throne" SC-738-3.
"Hehe... I really didn't expect that we would meet in this way."
After a while, a gentle and mysterious voice sounded from behind Brother Zizhu.
Feng Bujue turned around and saw a black-haired man.
He was a man with outstanding temperament, he could show the youthful vigor of twenty years old, and he could also reveal the mature humor of forty years old. But no one can tell how old he actually looks like...
Secondly, this is also a man with a very charming appearance, although from an objective point of view, he is not a handsome man...
"Listen to this tone... you know me?" Feng Bujue replied calmly.
"Yes, you are a big celebrity..." The man smiled and replied, "... Feng Bujue."
"I see..." Brother Jue smiled.
"Yes, that's it." The other party replied.
"I haven't asked your honorable name yet." Feng Bujue said again immediately.
"Vincent." Vincent replied indifferently.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately sized him up and down again, "Hehe... I have long admired... I have long admired..."
These two "long admiration" sounds do not contain any irony or hypocrisy. Brother Jue has really admired his name for a long time.
"Heh... Woody has said a lot of bad things about me to you, right?" Vincent leaned his right elbow on the armrest of the throne, resting his chin with one hand, and looked down at Juege in a chic posture.
"If you are really Vincent, then there is no need to ask this question." Feng Bujue tapped his temple with his hand, "Can't you just go inside and find the answer yourself?"
"My dear friend..." Vincent showed a charming smile, "You have to know that in many cases, the 'answer' is not the most important." He paused for half a second, then continued, "No matter the limit of mortal wisdom , the most deified and wisest man... all stop at the level of 'answer' after all. But what's the point? When the former is asked how much one plus one equals, he instantly gets the answer 'two'; the latter is asked Before finding out how much one plus one equals, you already know the question, and you know that the final answer is 'two'."
Speaking of this, he stared at Feng Bujue, and waited for a moment: "Hehe... But you, me... Why are you so stupid?"
"You are indeed the same." Feng Bujue said, grabbed the chair and turned around, and became a state of sitting face to face with the other party, "You said a lot of specious nonsense, not only did you not give me an 'answer', Even my 'problem' was denied."
"Hahaha..." Vincent shook his head slightly, and laughed a few times heartily, "Your reaction is very 'shrewd', Feng Bujue... the first sentence you said to me was a temptation. When I called you When you were given your real name, the temptation came to fruition, and you took advantage of the opportunity to enter another state... Let me call it—'Feng Bujue's serious state'. In this state, your thinking speed, method, etc., There has been a significant improvement, and it seems to have reached the 'super-dimensional perspective'."
He pursed his lips, and felt that his brother's eyes had become a little more complicated: "Observe yourself with your own perspective, at the same time observe yourself with the perspective of a bystander, and at the same time observe this world with a personality as vast as the universe. Bystanders... use this to solve all the problems in time, space, subjective consciousness, and objective reality... "
When he spoke, Feng Bujue's expression also changed, and a rare, genuine solemnity appeared on his face.
"There are only a handful of people who can reach this level in the human world..." Vincent continued with a smile, "You are worthy of being 'chosen' by Woody, hehe... It seems that his deal with 'that person' is not a bad deal." It's a loss..."
"Who did he make a deal with? What deal? What does it have to do with me?" Feng Bujue asked three questions in a row.
"Don't worry..." Vincent raised his left hand and waved his fingers, "There are some things, when the time comes...you will know, I promise."
"Can you answer my question with something other than nonsense?" Feng Bujue said coldly.
"Yes." Vincent replied with two short words, and then stopped talking.
"Hey, hey..." Brother Jue was also silent for two seconds, and then complained, "You won't tell me that the answer of 'yes' is 'not nonsense'?"
"That's right." Vincent said with a smile, "This 'right' also counts."
Boom—
The next second, the gun went off.
"Why are you doing this?" Vincent looked down at the bullet hole in his heart. Although the bullet went in, no blood flowed out at all. "I thought you and I have a similar sense of humor?"
"Yeah, I'm using this sense of humor." Feng Bujue said, raised his assault rifle again, and aimed at Vincent's crotch.
"Okay, okay...let's talk." Vincent turned sideways and raised his legs, "Don't do these unnecessary things."
"Then I won't beat around the bush with you anymore." Feng Bujue knew that the devil in front of him was of the same level of wisdom as Woody. Talking between smart people can be very profound or very direct, "Be conscious and tell me everything you can tell me."
"Don't be like this~" At this moment, Vincent's tone suddenly changed, and he couldn't say that he was acting maliciously, but it did have that meaning, "You are on SC-738 now... The_Devils_Deal, as the name suggests...we are going to Make a deal." He leaned against the back of the throne and spread his hands, "If you don't pay the corresponding price, you won't get any real return, and there's nothing I can do about it."
"Is that so..." Feng Bujue said, "Then next, shall we stage a scene of 'the devil lures mortals to take the bait'?"
"If you don't mind, I'll start now." Vincent turned his head slightly, looked at Brother Jue with a very sincere look and said.
"Okay~ you come." Feng Bujue replied weakly.
"Ah~ Fame, power, wealth...everything in this world...is here..." Vincent chanted impassionedly like reciting a poem, "Mortal~ what do you want, say it!"
"Is that how you lure others into making deals?" Feng Bujue responded to Vincent with contemptuous eyes, "I can't help but ask... how did you become Satan's confidant?"
"Hehe..." Vincent smiled, "Okay, I'll be more serious." He cleared his throat, "How about I give you Li Ruoyu?"
"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's expression immediately changed when he heard those three words, becoming cold and intimidating.
"Look~" Vincent replied proudly, "Someone is angry... why? Because I touched the most defenseless part of his extremely powerful heart." While speaking, his face seemed to be covered There was an invisible shadow, "This is the 'mortal', Feng Bujue, take a good look at your own fragility... It is because of this that the human soul is beautiful and bright. On the contrary... We, the 'divine' existences, are full of Some ugly scoundrels, lackeys, speculators, saboteurs... I hate myself, Feng Bujue, but at the same time, I don't care... Can you understand this contradiction?"
"Forgive me for not being able." Feng Bujue responded coldly.
"Yeah..." Vincent continued wistfully, "I know you can't...but just want you to think about it."
"So what if you think about it? Will it be closer to your so-called deification?" Feng Bujue said.
"Heh... who knows?" Vincent bypassed this sharp question, "Let's get back to business... As you can see, I... know how to seduce you or threaten you... On this point, Wu and I Di is no different." His tone changed slightly, "but don't get me wrong, you are not 'acting according to our will'. I don't say this to take into account your self-esteem... This is a fact, and you know it yourself .”
As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and following his movements, a piece of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink flew out of the drawer next to the throne.
"I'll ask again, how about I give you Li Ruoyu?"
"What do you mean by 'give'?" Feng Bujue didn't give an answer, but asked further.
Since it was about the substantive content of the transaction, Vincent had to tell the truth: "As long as you promise, she is yours, from her heart to her body, everything about her..."
"You mean... to control her mind?" Feng Bujue continued.
"Of course not." Vincent said, "As far as the strength of her soul is concerned, I can't control or change her self-awareness."
"Then what are you going to do?" Brother Jue asked again.
"It's very simple..." Vincent said, "Just unlock her 'seal'."
When Feng Bujue heard the words, his expression changed immediately: "Can you break the seal under Woody?"
"Who told you... that 'seal' was made by Woody?" Vincent asked back.
At this moment, countless fragments flashed through Feng Bujue's mind: "So it was you..."
"Yes." Vincent said, "It's me." He paused for a second, then continued, "Li Ruoyu is also in this 'gamble', and I am her bettor." He took the pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, and said to the parchment floating in the air, "I can tell you clearly, as soon as I unlock the seal, she will find that she has fallen in love with you, how about it? In this way, you don't have to be threatened by Woody anymore, do you want to trade?"
"What about the conditions?" Feng Bujue asked immediately.
"Hehe...it's very simple." Vincent said, "After a few years, when your life ends..."
boom-
A loud bang interrupted Vincent's words.
The door closed by Feng Bujue was destroyed by fixed-point blasting from outside. Amidst the smoke and dust, a group of dark figures entered one after another. One of them yelled loudly at Feng Bujue, who was still ringing in his ears: "Don't move!" !"
The frequent footsteps and the sound of guns being loaded quickly surrounded Feng Bujue.
"Oh... what a pity." Vincent sighed, "Maybe it's God's will..."
"Wait..." Feng Bujue said, "Even if you can't trade now, in reality..."
"That's impossible." Vincent knew what he was going to say, so he directly denied, "In other occasions, I have no right to provide this level of transactions. The only exception is when you are sitting on this SC-738 , and... this is the only chance, next time you sit on this chair, the devil that appears may not be me."
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue also snorted, "Okay... Maybe it's God's will."
"Don't talk! Throw your weapon on the ground, stand up, and raise your hands!" The security guards in full armor were yelling at Brother Jue. They couldn't see or hear Vincent, they could only hear him faintly. A distorted voice was heard echoing around the throne.
"I'm sorry, let's meet again." Vincent said, and disappeared from the throne. And those parchments, quills, and inks floating in mid-air also flew back to the long drawer by themselves at lightning speed.
"Do it quickly! Or you'll shoot!" the security guard gave an ultimatum.
Feng Bujue had no choice but to put down the gun in his hand, raise his hands high, and stand up. He knew... The guys from the SC Foundation are not police officers. This group of people really don't mind "executing" their targets, let alone D-class personnel, they kill their own people without blinking an eye.
Three seconds later, several strong men rushed forward, pinned Feng Bujue to the ground, and handcuffed his hands again.
And the security team member who shouted just now picked up the communicator and reported: "Sir, the target has been controlled, requesting further instructions..." R1152
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