Su put his hands on the edge of the second floor platform, lowered his body, then swung gently, clamped the chandelier on the first floor with his feet, and stuck it to the ceiling.
The marshal did not go to the first floor, but walked into the central control room on the second floor.
Su immediately returned to the original posture of hanging on the second floor, exposing his eyes and peeping at the marshal's movements.
Su didn't feel any dangerous aura from this marshal, which meant that he was just an ordinary person now.
Su hoped that the Marshal could do something in the central control room, anything.
Maybe he could see many of Blue Scorpion's unknown secrets.
At least, from the marshal's angry scolding and phone call just now, Su already knew that the robot model that he spent all his efforts to destroy in the previous battle was a Reaper, but it was obvious that it was not a good thing among the Blue Scorpions.
The marshal walked behind the three young soldiers who were busy in the central control room, grabbed the hair of the three men very roughly and rudely, and pulled their faces to face him one by one.
After a casual comparison, he patted the face of a young female soldier on the right and ordered: "Stand up."
The female soldier stood up as instructed, and then bent her upper body forward.
Her eyes were still staring at the screen that was constantly filled with information, and her hands were constantly typing on the touch keyboard.
The marshal pulled off the female soldier's pants in a few clicks, and then started to fuck her in front of the other two soldiers.
The other two soldiers were looking at the screen intently, as if nothing was happening next to them.
The female soldier in front of Marshal Diast had the same focused and dull expression on her face as her colleagues.
Although her body was rocked back and forth by the impact, she did not make a sound or cry, and the most shocking thing was that What's surprising is that the speed at which she handles her work is no slower than before.
The marshal fiddled with it for a few minutes, then lost all interest.
He pulled out the dick, slapped the female soldier's snow-white ass hard, and cursed: "They are no different from wood, I might as well do it myself."
He lifted up his pants, walked angrily to the first floor, threw his fat body into the sofa, and covered his face with his hands.
After a while, Marshal Diast took his hands off his face, and seemed to be muttering to himself nervously: "This can't be done if I continue like this.
I will get depression.
I have to find a way out.
I It will definitely work.
Wait, who are you?"
The marshal looked at Su sitting on the sofa next to him in shock, wondering when and how this uninvited guest appeared here.
It seemed that although the marshal's physical strength was a little weak, his reaction ability and calmness were still in line with the dense medals on his body.
He opened his mouth wide and screamed in surprise, but he immediately suppressed it.
Obviously the marshal immediately understood the strength gap between the two sides, and it was not a wise move to stimulate an assassin at such a close distance.
Although his face was pale, Marshal Diast sat up straight, put on a majestic face as much as possible, lowered his voice and said: "No matter what you want, I think we can talk about it calmly.
No need.
I'm worried about the three people upstairs.
They are just puppets.
They won't do anything without clear orders."
"They really can't do anything."
Su stroked the dark blade of the saber in his hand.
The marshal immediately understood what Su meant.
The fat on his cheeks kept trembling, and the blood on his lips had almost dissipated, turning gray-white like a dead fish.
He forced himself to say calmly: "They're just puppets.
Just kill it, but it will be a little troublesome to explain it afterwards."
"Trouble, do you think there will be a chance to explain?"
Su said expressionlessly.
Diaste looked at Su carefully, and was shocked to find that Su's eyes were completely like a pool of stagnant water, without any emotion, and they didn't look like human eyes at all.
A look of horror suddenly appeared on his face, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "You were sent by Pandora, are you finally going to attack me?"
Su felt slightly relaxed.
As long as Diast was afraid of death, it would be much easier to handle.
Judging from the marshal's age, body shape, habits and behavior, it seems unlikely that he is not afraid of death.
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Su's mood changed slightly, and the marshal suddenly relaxed, broke into a sweat, and gasped: "So you weren't sent by her, that's good, that's good, I guess you are from the south, Was that Reaper killed by you?"
Su's heart trembled slightly.
He didn't expect that such a subtle change in his heart would be sensed by the marshal immediately.
On the surface, he remained calm, and every part of his body was on alert.
As long as the marshal made the slightest movement, Su's saber would slit his throat.
"Relax, relax, don't be so nervous.
I think we can have a good talk.
We can talk about anything.
You know, in this damn place, if I want to find anyone to talk to, there is no one who can talk to me just now."
Died in the south."
As the marshal said, he raised his right hand and opened his palm to Su's five fingers to show that there was no foreign object in his hand.
Then he slowly reached towards the coffee table, pulled out a tissue and wiped his face.
Sweat.
He was afraid of causing Su to make any strange movements, so every movement he made was very slow and clear.
Su watched the marshal's pantomime with great interest, feeling that this was considered a form of training.
"To answer my question, I don't like to repeat myself," Su said.
The marshal spread his hands and said: "If you want to know anything, just ask.
I promise not to lie and will try my best to meet your needs.
However, what you can get from me is very limited.
You will know soon."
"Who is Pandora?"
"She is my daughter and the current supreme commander of the Disaster Scorpion.
I think you would rather call us Blue Scorpion."
The marshal's answer surprised Su.
"Pandora is your daughter" The marshal gave a wry smile and said: "Yes.
I think you must have heard what I just said, and you must be wondering why I said this.
But if I have a chance, I will definitely fuck her ass.
Of course, if you want to do this It doesn’t matter who she is, as long as she can fuck her ass.”
Su could completely feel the deep hatred in Marshal Diast's words.
He couldn't understand why a person could hate his daughter so much.
It could be said that he hated her to the core.
At this moment, Su thought of the days when they held the girl's little hand and walked side by side in the wilderness.
She couldn't help but smile, shook her head, and said to the marshal, "You are crazy."
Unexpectedly, such a simple sentence suddenly made the marshal explode: "Yes, I am crazy because I want to fuck my own daughter.
That's because I know that I will never have the chance to strangle her with my own hands.
You know why she is called Pandora."
Because she compared herself to a girl who releases disasters.
Do you know when she changed her name?
She was only ten years old."
Su Anran sat and looked at the marshal who was in a hysterical state, his long fingers stroking the blade of the saber.
His girl revealed her demonic potential when she was less than eight years old.
The marshal buried his face deeply in his hands and said in a low voice: "The year she changed her name, she took away all my abilities, my career, my research results, and me Nalani, her mother, killed Nalani with her own hands."
Su remained silent.
It sounds like an incredible story, but it seems to be true.
The marshal finally raised his head, with deep fatigue on his face, and said: "Actually, I am just a prisoner here.
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I cannot leave this forward base at all, and I have no right to command the people and machines here.
Everything in this base The command authority belongs to Pandora.
In other words, it belongs to the central intelligence brain.
However, Pandora has the highest authority of the intelligence brain, so it is equivalent to her commanding."
"How old is she?"
Su asked with a frown.
For some reason, when the marshal repeatedly mentioned Pandora's name, it gradually aroused more and more waves in his heart, which made Su very uncomfortable.
"She is 16 years old this year.
Her birthday was on the 29th last month."
The marshal remembered Pandora's birthday very clearly.
Su frowned and asked a strange question: "What does she look like now?
I mean her appearance."
"I don't know.
I haven't seen her since her tenth birthday.
Half a year ago, I was sent here to build an advance base, and there is no chance of seeing her," the marshal said.
Su looked around the room, then recalled the layout of the advance base, and said coldly: "But I don't think this is a prison, and your life is not too bad."
The marshal smiled bitterly and said: "This is a mental prison.
Every day, the people you face are either puppets or machines.
No one will answer any of your questions.
Except when assigning tasks, even the machines will not talk to you much.
To put it bluntly, it’s not even comfortable to fuck women in this damn place.
They are all puppets without any feeling at all.
They can’t scream, resist, or have any unnecessary reactions.
They put me here.
In order to design the forward base, after all, machines are not as good as human heads.”
"Why build an advance base in this direction?"
"We detected a lot of radio wave activity in the southeast, and there should be large human organizations.
Half a year ago, we finally accumulated enough resources and combat preparations to start exploring here."
The marshal spread his hands and said, "Sure enough, we met you. ” Su looked at the time, sat up straight, looked at the marshal and said, "It's almost time.
Now, give me a reason not to kill you."
"I'm just a prisoner.
I can't provide any information.
What's the use of killing me?
Maybe you can take a look at this.
It may have some value."
The marshal sighed, stood up, and took down the book from the nearby bookshelf.
A notebook was handed into Su's hand.
"This is" Su Su opened the notebook and saw pages of diary inside.
The handwriting was full of strength, but also a little childish.
"This is Pandora's diary, of course, only the part before her tenth birthday.
She allowed me to keep it.
However, I have a small hope that it will not be damaged."
Diaste's He looked concerned.
"Why does it have to be a war between us?"
Su asked.
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This question had been tangled in his mind for a long time, and it was not until this moment that he asked it.
Unexpectedly, the person asking the question was actually the enemy's marshal.
"For resources, for survival, for everything..."
Diast sat back on the sofa and said: "Pandora needs puppets, not thinking people.
All captives will be captured in the brain.
Implanted with a chip, they become puppets that have no sense, no sense of autonomy, and only know how to serve and work.
They are the ones you see outside, as well as the three upstairs.
Judging from the previous combat methods, your development direction is the same.
Pandora’s philosophy is completely different, so it can only be war.”
"Listening to what you said, it seems that I should kill you."
Su wiped the blade of the knife.
"No, you shouldn't kill me.
I may be the only one among the Scorpions of Disaster who still has consciousness, and Pandora sometimes listens to me.
If you kill me, it means that she will lose her ability from now on.
The human side will be completely careless, unpredictable, and uncontrollable.”
Su stood up and said: "This reason seems to be barely justified.
Now, I need the Blue Scorpion weapons, organizational structure, main base, and all other useful data."
"You can't get any of this.
Because as I said just now, I am just a prisoner.
I have no authority to use the central brain at all.
The main base of the Scorpion of Disaster is called the Scorpion Nest, which is built on the ruins of a big city.
I I can point you to its location.”
Diaste stood up, walked to an old-style map hanging on the wall, clicked on a part on it, and said, "This is the Scorpion's Nest."
Su noted down the location of the scorpion nest, and stood up at the same time, asking, "You never said what happened on Pandora's tenth birthday."
Diaste's face turned pale again, sweat dripping from his frivolous face.
Obviously, this memory was extremely unpleasant.
"That morning, Pandora came to me and told me that all the authority of the Scorpion of Disaster had been taken over by her.
From now on, the world will open up a new era and establish a new order, and useless humans will all Become a puppet under the new order, and thus Reproduction.
Then she cut off Nalani's head in front of me.
It was only then that I realized that all my abilities had disappeared at some point, and I was as weak as a dying old man.
Being able to watch this happen.”
"Then what is your original ability and what level is it?"
Su stared closely into Diast's eyes.
As long as there was something in the Marshal's eyes that made him feel uneasy, Su would immediately kill him.
However, what Su saw in Marshal Su's eyes was the look of an old man reminiscing about the painful past, and the hand that gripped the handle of the knife quietly loosened its grip.
"My abilities are all in the fighting domain, and my main ability is eighth-level rapid strikes."
The marshal's answer surprised Su.
He still didn't know how powerful the eighth-level ability was, but looking at Persephone's almost bottomless strength, he could barely deduce the power of the eighth-level ability.
Su suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the side of the marshal's neck.
Diast immediately rolled his eyes and fainted.
Su walked up to the central control room on the second floor again and looked at the three young warriors who had fallen to the ground.
Su knelt down next to one of them and gently tapped the young warrior's skull.
His left hand covering his face carefully felt the shock.
Sure enough, there was a strange echo in the back of the head.
It seemed that this was the location of the chip.
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Su's saber pierced the back of his head, and when he sheathed it, there was already a chip the size of a wheat grain on the tip.
Su followed suit on the other two people, took out the chips, wrapped them up and put them away, and then left the marshal's residence.
It is estimated that the marshal will wake up in 20 minutes.
As for the diary given by the marshal, Su had already determined that there would be no tracker in it.
He is now very sensitive to electromagnetic signals.
If a device such as a tracker is installed in the diary, it will definitely be discovered.
Su opened the tactical board while running towards the predetermined meeting point under the cover of darkness.
While he was talking to the marshal, he switched the tactical board to passive mode and recorded all the sounds and various electromagnetic signals around him.
He also used the computer cracking function of the tactical board to try to enter the Blue Scorpion's computer network.
Not only was he blocked directly outside the firewall, but the automatic counterattack of the program caused the temperature of the tactical board to rise rapidly.
If Su hadn't forced it immediately Turning off the tactical board to cut off the connection with the brain network may damage the tactical board.
Su sent all the recorded information, and a few seconds later, Helen appeared on the screen and said coldly: "I remember you promised me not to enter the Blue Scorpion Advanced Base."
Although Helen's attitude was stiff, she was concerned after all.
Su smiled and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this.
Quickly analyze the information and see if there is anything useful."
Helen was silent for a few minutes, seemingly analyzing the data returned from the tactical board.
After a while, she raised her head and said: "There are some interesting things, but they are very limited.
This organization calling itself the Scorpion of Disaster and their leader seem ignorant and arrogant.
Hum, Pandora, she is indeed releasing disaster Girls, but this disaster will not be inflicted on others, but will be unleashed on themselves.
Choosing the Blood Parliament as their enemy is their final mistake.
You don’t have to worry.
From today on, I will focus more on this.
In the future, those scorpions of disaster will find that I am the one who unleashes the disaster."
Listening to her cold, mechanical voice without a trace of fluctuation, Su suddenly couldn't help but have the thought that this Helen was not only a disaster for the Scorpion of Disaster, but also a disaster for all men
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