Listen to the space-time administration

Chapter 307

In order to store the fire source, humans piled up 300 million square meters of concrete on it. In order to accommodate Megatron, a power station was conveniently built here to maintain his cooling.

In fact, nothing can compare to a hydropower station that can provide a more stable environment for electrical energy output.

Not to mention that the Seventh District also reserves an army here.

Although this army is well trained, they have armored vehicles, helicopters, and every heavy weapon imaginable.But in front of the Space-Time Administration, there are still some things that are not enough.

The armored suits of Task Force 141 are not afraid of the steel-core armor-piercing projectiles that are standard in the seventh district. Even the power of rifle grenades and anti-materiel weapons is only enough to scratch the paint surface of the armored suits.

The remaining people in the seventh area were confined to the core area, which was an observation room that could isolate the energy of the fire source.

The thick glass is obviously bulletproof, and the isolation door on the side has been completely locked. If you stand inside, you can see that the hydraulic rod has been damaged. If you want to get in, you have to try to cut the entire isolation door.

The team brought by the ghost this time belongs to the metal 8 team in "Call of Duty 01". The commander Sandman is responsible for dealing with the personnel in the seventh district.

Sandman in armor stood in front of the transparent glass and issued a stern warning to the people inside.

"Now, immediately, open the door and come out and surrender!"

The people inside hid behind filing cabinets and desks, trying to hide their terrified hearts in this way.

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. They could understand this human language, but that armor suit didn't look like Earth's technology.

The only dozen or so remaining people in the seventh district are here, and they can be said to be the last survivors.

Now, the opportunity to choose is placed in front of them.

The panicked crowd looked at the person in charge of the Seventh District. Now he and the others were hiding behind the file cabinet, but in the sight of the crowd, he stood up.

Looking a bit embarrassed, he straightened his wrinkled suit, then stood up straight and looked at the Iron Man outside.

Forced to calm himself down, the man put one hand behind his back and said to Sandman outside the glass: "Surrender? You have to tell us what you are first!"

"Surrender! Otherwise, if I go in, it won't be so easy!"

Sandman was unwilling to explain that there was no need for the Space-Time Administration to explain any problems before the Seventh District was fully controlled to complete the personnel screening.

The man unbuttoned his suit and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.A large S-shaped coat of arms can be vaguely seen drawn on the T-shirt under the shirt.

That's the logo of Superman. It's ridiculous and normal for this logo to appear on the person in charge of District Seven.

"Um, can I ask about the terms of surrender? Do you know the Geneva Convention on Prisoners of War? I ask..."

The man was obviously delaying time, which made Sandman outside unwilling to waste time here. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of the glass.

"Wow! Wait, wait, wait..."

The man quickly reached out to signal Sandman to calm down, and said, "I have to ask what they mean..."

After finishing speaking, the man turned his head and looked at his colleague beside him. It was a man with two exquisite mustaches like Howard.

The colleague nodded to him, and the man turned around with a smile, turned his right hand upwards, raised his middle finger to Sandman, and made a recognized gesture of friendly communication.

"Know what that means? F**K YOU! Alien offal!"

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and jumped to the desk behind him. There was an old-fashioned black dial telephone on the desk, and now the call had been connected.

The man's hand behind his back just now was to signal his colleagues to connect to the spare phone line.

Picking up the phone, the man said seriously: "I'm Reggie Simmons, the head of District [-]! Get me the Ministry of Defense!"

"This is Krab King, not the Ministry of Defense!"

This line is a dedicated line, and there will be no wrong calls.

Simmons didn't doubt it, but looked at his colleague with some doubts, and asked, "What type of secret language is Krab King?"

The colleague shrugged helplessly, saying that he didn't know either.

"I'll say it again, I'm Reggie Simmons, the head of District 12138, my code is PC-[-], I don't care if you're the Krab King or whatever, get me the Ministry of Defense immediately, I want a strategic bombing! "

"This is not Krab King, this is Patrick!"

Simmons was already so angry that his seven orifices were smoking. When he wanted to argue with the person opposite, the colleague stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

Simmons, who was getting angry, said without looking back: "Tom, if you have nothing to do, go and find out what the key of the Krab King is..."

However, the colleagues around him just patted Simmons on the shoulder again, and when Simmons turned his head, he saw Rorschach holding the phone outside the glass.

"What do you want? SpongeBob SquarePants is not here today, Squidward is the chef..."

Simmons put down the phone heavily, looked at Tom on the side, then looked at the colleagues around him, and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you all, and now I can't ask you to do anything more, but we may be the last batch Those who resist alien invasion!"

Tom on the side loaded the shotgun with a click, and then handed the weapon to Simmons. Others also took out their weapons, even metal benches, and prepared to start a Jedi counterattack.

Sandman stretched out his fist against the glass, and with one punch, the hammered position turned white, which was the crack produced by the polycarbonate fiber layer embedded in the glass to absorb the impact.

With every punch, a dull sound could be heard in the observation room, and every sound hit the hearts of everyone inside.

Simmons raised his gun at the hammering point. The bulletproof glass will not shatter as a whole, but will slowly turn into powder at the hammering point and then be penetrated. This will only form a small hole, and the muzzle can just pass through it. reach out.

Until now, Simmons has been thinking about rebellion.He even walked up to the bulletproof glass and waited to shoot out.

From the inside, it can be clearly seen that the bulletproof glass has bulged, and the laminated layer in the middle maintains the whole glass as hard as Spiderman.

However, the 'spider silk' was still broken one by one, and the iron fist just broke through.

Simmons did not shoot, but waited, waiting for the moment when the steel fist retracted, and his goal was never to cause damage to the steel suit, which was immune to this gun.

As long as the fist is retracted, Simmons will shoot Rorschach on the side.

No matter how you look at it, Rorschach has the appearance of an earthling, and the traitor is the most hateful existence in the war.

Taking away a traitor before dying can not only affect those steel creations, but also eliminate a hidden danger for the earth.

"Come on! Come in if you have the guts!"

Simmons didn't look at Rorschach at the side. He was afraid that his sight would expose the target. He kept yelling at Iron Man, focusing on Iron Man, and just looked at Rorschach at the side from the corner of his eye.

However, that fist was not retracted for a long time, but like Simmons just now, he slowly turned his hand over, revealing an upright middle finger.

From the gap between the middle fingers, you can see that there is still a small gas tank in your hand, and now the gas tank is making the slightest sound like an air leak.

Simmons looked back at his colleague in despair, and then his eyes blurred.

After an unknown amount of time, Simmons became aware of his body again. He could feel himself sitting on a stool with his hands tied behind him.

"Open your eyes when you wake up. You have inhaled the most anesthetic gas, and you should wake up by now, but don't worry, the amount is not enough to cause any harm or sequelae."

Without any more pretense, Simmons opened his eyes, and he looked around. It was the observation room he was familiar with, and those intruders tied them up on the spot.

Simmons couldn't tell how much time had passed, however, because the bulletproof glass that should have had a hole in front of them had been replaced.Even the side airlock door has been repaired, only the observation room is a mess.

Rorschach sat on the table and asked casually: "Tell me, I want to know the structure and composition of District Seven, as well as your research over the years."

Simmons' heart suddenly sank. The Seventh District is a non-existent organization, and even the Secretary of Defense will not know about the Seventh District.They keep the existence of aliens secret from the outside world, and constantly search for aliens on the earth to eliminate all threats.

Now that the name is spoken by the person in front of him, it means that this organization has been exposed.

Simmons put on a paralyzed face, and then breathed steadily to stabilize his heartbeat. This is the most basic way to deal with the interrogation, preventing the interrogators from reading micro-expressions or performing polygraphs.

No one answered, Rorschach pointed casually and said, "Let's start with you, your name, position..."

Rorschach pointed to Tom, the colleague who just handed Simmons the weapon.

Tom shook his body, and said in a funny way: "I'm a ruffian boss. I run a restaurant called Haibawang! I have a wife named Helen, but she is a computer, and I love my wife..."

Whatever Rorschach used to fool them just now, they will return it as it is.

Luo Xia said: "Cooperate, I will not torture you. Everyone knows that no one can withstand torture. Even people who have received torture training can only hide information for up to 36 hours... "

Tom raised his head, glanced at Rorschach and said, "Then we'll see you in 36 hours?"

For the staff of the Seventh District, it is valuable to delay for a second. Perhaps the earth crisis needs this second. If it is delayed for 36 hours, it will allow human beings to breathe for another 36 hours.

"Give him some Veritaserum..."

Tom was grabbed by his hair and forced to look up, then his mouth was roughly opened, and a drop of Veritaserum fell directly into his throat.

"I can taste every taste, this is not even comparable to Haiba paste, my wife Helen can cook..."

"Name, position?"

"My name is Tom Banacek, and I'm the administrative director of the Seventh District."

Without the slightest hesitation, Tom blurted out the answer.

Then Tom's face changed completely. He realized what he said, and twisted his body frantically, trying to break free.

"Who is the main person in charge of the seventh district?"

"Ricky Simmons, right next to me. Sorry, Simmons, I can't help myself!"

"What about the composition of the Seventh District? What about the force structure?"

"The seventh district relies on the Hoover Dam. There are three departments in the power system, and two teams of engineers are responsible for the dam power system. There are 123 administrative staff, and I am responsible for the management. Field projects and overall planning are in charge of Simmons. There is an all-weather The tactical team, 3 armed helicopters are on standby, and there is a guard patrolling on the river bank and reservoir..."

The more Tom talked, the more uncomfortable he even cried, but he just couldn't help himself and answered the question clearly.

Simmons on the side looked at Tom in despair. He knew that his colleague, who had worked with him for many years, was a comrade who could trust his back in battle. Let a well-trained agent become a heart-to-heart brother.

Simmons' mouth bulged, and he wriggled like he was gritting his teeth against the veritaserum that was about to reach his mouth.

Following Rorschach's signal, someone walked towards Simmons, just like just now, reached out and grabbed Simmons' hair, preparing to make him look up, and then poured the veritaserum.

"puff……"

Simmons spewed a mouthful of blood at Rorschach, but the blood stopped a few feet in front of Rorschach, and the blood mist gradually condensed into a ball, and then fell vertically to the ground.

Along with the blood mist, there was also a piece of tongue, and Simmons bit off his tongue.

"Ha ha!"

Simmons smiled maniacally, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, like a man-eating ghost, staring at Rorschach.

The tongue is the most flexible and toughest muscle in the human body, rich in blood vessels and nerves. When biting the tongue causes pain, the human body will instinctively protect itself by releasing the masseter muscle and retracting the tongue.

It takes a lot of courage and tenacity to break the tongue in the mouth.

As an agent, Simmons knew that biting his tongue would not kill him, but it would render Veritaserum ineffective.

You have to use your tongue to speak, right?Now that I'm tongueless, your Veritaserum is useless!
Following Simmons' actions, there were constant low-pitched cries of pain, and some people followed Simmons' example and began to resist.

Rorschach looked at Simmons and asked, "Is it worth it?"

"Heh... heh... cough..."

Simmons raised his head, looking down at Rorschach proudly.

He straightened his body, and there was a constant coughing sound from his throat, which was the bleeding from the sublingual artery spilling back into the throat cavity.

Simmons wanted to drown himself in his own blood!

Simmons practiced his ideals. Since resistance is meaningless, what he can do is to restrain his body's reaction and bite his tongue, and then let himself fall into the most uncomfortable and desperate way of death for human beings.

This is the only way he can think of, the only way to keep the information about aliens and the seventh district in his mind from leaking!

The faces of the surrounding Task Force 141 under the armor uniforms all had the same expression, which was admiration for Simmons.

Whether it is 141 or the little raccoon, they are all waiting for Rorschach.

Simmons' eyes gradually became lax, and the expression he showed was not the torture and terror of drowning, but carefree and resolute.

Rorschach waved his hand and turned around.

Simmons began to be treated. Under the treatment system of the Space-Time Administration, he would not have any limb disabilities. The big deal would be to drink two more bottles of healing potions.

With a voice that no one else could hear, Rorschach murmured, "It's another...one...going to die..."

(End of this chapter)