People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

[It would be too boring to say it directly, so let me give you some keywords. 】

He didn't care about the sound effect of "da da da" from the other end of the communication, which was the same as the prize quiz show, the man just quietly waited for the other party to reveal information about Academy City to himself.

Going down the metal ladder, there was dead silence and darkness, and the stench wafted. George Kington felt at ease in the sewer with a slight sound of water flow.

【Hey, are you a mouse?Like this kind of broken place?It's disgusting, the sewers in Tokyo Bay? 】

"?"

George Kington's downward movement paused, and his fat and bloated body hovered in mid-air.

Feeling the soreness in his arm, George Kington wanted to ask back or use other words to disturb the other party, but the other end of the communication spoke first.

【If I were you, I would go back to No. 30 Warehouse No. [-] at the pier.Although I said that Academy City didn't send troops and ability users, but... Well, I don't seem to have anything to do right now, so please live a little longer, or I'll be bored today. 】

(Is there something down there... a germ weapon?)

Climbing up in a panic, George Kington did not continue to go deep into the sewer.

After all, if it is Academy City, then biological weapons and biochemical weapons are nothing unusual.

Maybe the other party was bluffing, but obviously he didn't reveal any information, but the other party was able to accurately capture his movements...

[Then the reminder is ready.First of all, their death method can be said to be caused by the same person in a sense, but it was not done by the person himself, so relatively speaking, if the punishment from the outside world is used, it is impossible to convict accurately. 】

(same person, but not himself...)

[Secondly, the time of their death is a bit off. After all, even if they are the same person, it is impossible to completely synchronize all the steps if the distance is too far. After all, there is no such thing as telepathy or telepathy. 】

(Even if it's "the same person", but it's not synchronized, the distance produces a "deviation"...)

[Finally, after the death caused by that thing, it is completely impossible to judge morally or legally. After all, there is no need to prepare such troublesome things as "alibi". 】

("the same person", but not the person, the law cannot deal with exactly, and no "alibi" is required...)

The answer seemed to be on the horizon, and even George Kington unconsciously let out a tone of surprise, saying that possibility.

"Could it be that... you actually did this kind of thing... mass-produced military clones?"

Chapter 110 Six: The Lamb Stepping into the Trap

[tsk...]

There was a rather impatient lip smack on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

The walkie-talkie made a "呲味" electric sound, as if the other party wanted to say something but gave up.

The silence lasted for a while, and someone on the other end finally spoke.

【How about you still know how to sewer?Die in that kind of place is also worthy of your brain, which is not as big as a walnut. 】

"Have you already completed the mass production of superpowers? Or is it that the purpose of Academy City is to rule the world with the power of superpowers?"

【Do you read a lot of novels?Next, are you going to say that you will shoulder the important task of saving all mankind, and fight to the end against the evil Academy City?Damn...]

Someone on the other end of the line appeared to be connected to someone else.

【Hey?I don't think this stupid thing can be done if it is left alone, why don't you let him go?I can't bear to kill this kind of idiot. Idiots of this level are rare now, huh? 】

He wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his high-end suit.

George Kington wanted to speak, but the other party spoke immediately.

[Did I say it at the beginning?Academy City has not mobilized the so-called "army" from the beginning to the end of this incident. Now that this is the case, why don't you say "mass-produced military clones"?Are you mentally retarded or underdeveloped? 】

After saying this, there was a slight pause.

It seemed like he was going to say something. It felt like the host who had already prepared everything but suddenly met a guest with some serious illness. Except for a pair of people that the host couldn't tell, he didn't even know how to talk like this. .

[Forget it, the boring quiz ends here.While you are still able to think normally, let me explain that you and the country behind you have touched a field that you absolutely cannot grasp.Don’t think that you can hide from the eyes of Academy City by stealthily doing those messy things in Academy City...]

[Academy City has always turned a blind eye to that artificial island for a reason, but it’s actually not too complicated, after all... if any small character Academy City has to go all out That's too tiring, right? 】

George Kington finally understood, understood the fact that he could not step into the place he could no longer step into.

Escaping the sewers, he moved along the warehouse street in Tokyo Bay.

After passing through countless narrow alleys and holes that the insiders can't remember, he is now in a warehouse belonging to a meat export company that has a long-term trade contract with Japan.

Even though it was remodeled, theoretically, even if it was attacked by Academy City's mobile unit, it would still be able to guarantee George Kington's escape.

It was a special facility that assembled the highest configuration of defense functions that George himself could get his hands on, but he didn't feel at ease at all.since

Since ancient times, there is only one end for the fool who touches the untouchable.

He heard a "Kata".

It wasn't the violent shredding of metal or the movement of some mechanical construct.

There was another "click" sound, and the source of the sound seemed to be coming from a certain room inside for employees to rest.

(TV screen buzzing?)

George Kington felt a little puzzled, but he approached that way anyway.

It is impossible to survive blindly running for one's life now.

From the mouth of "someone in Academy City" just now, it has been made clear that for this operation, the killing of George Kington is already on the agenda.

That is to say, trigger George Kington to be saved by another huge organization not inferior to Academy City, otherwise even if he fled back to the country, he would not die.

And now it is far more than the Academy City family who want George Kington's head.

Regardless of whether the funders behind those various research institutions are interested in the "reason" why George Kington was hunted down by Academy City.

In fact, even a certain "free country" that was originally the biggest backer behind George Kington has sent personnel to search for George Kington all over the world.

Since blindly fleeing for one's life would not survive anyway, George Kington could only find another way.

Simply put, George Kington had to get something that would make "a free nation" willing to pay a fair price to keep itself.

Simply put, the only possibility for George Kington to survive is to obtain high-level information about Academy City.

Information on the development of espers, the design drawings of the latest unmanned armed helicopter, or the "Wreckage Storm" that was announced to be put into use not long ago, and the design of the ultra-high-performance parallel computer that is confirmed to be impossible for anyone to catch up in the next 25 years picture.

If it weren't for this kind of information, George Kington's life would have ended.

Fearfully, the tea room was originally used for resting and chatting with the crew and internal staff during the voyage, but because it was late at night, there were no lights.

There is still a blue indicator light flashing on the side of the beverage machine, which seems to be in a standby state, so that the night shift employees can also take a break.

He imitated the secret agent's sneaking action, but this fat and greasy man didn't know how ridiculous his actions "to ensure safety" were in the eyes of others.

Under the occasional actions of "it's still going on", George Kington finally entered the tea room.

When opening the door, Naxian throws his expensive pen in to test whether there is a trigger mechanism. You can say that he is cautious, but the actual operation looks like a comedy drama of mime.

(Nothing at all?)

Dealing with the flashing blue standby light of the beverage machine and the indication of the "safe passage" glowing with orchid fluorescence, there seems to be no problem in this tea room.

Turning his head, the small TV that has become a snowflake screen seems to be used by employees to pass the time on weekdays, but it seems that there is no signal now.

It is no exaggeration to say that the surrounding environment is weird, but George Kington is not as cautious as he was just outside.

I don't know if it's really relaxing or thirsty, but this guy who was running for his life actually took out a paper cup from a side locker, walked towards the beverage machine that was on standby, and seemed to want a cup of coffee.

Seeing the warm coffee rushing into the red paper cup in his hand, George Kington felt inexplicably relieved.

(Obviously it is a time of life and death, but it is so leisurely...)

Although he himself felt it was inappropriate, George Kington blew on the coffee and drank it after seeing the poured coffee in his hand.

But this man didn't know it, since his first step into this room.

The outcome of his death is already an inevitable event that cannot be changed.

(How did those guys die? Although there is no trace of an exchange of fire, could it be an assassination......)

George Kington's eyes drifted unconsciously to the scissors in the locker beside him.

The large scissors that were originally used to cut the coffee bean bag felt like a work of art for some reason, making George Kington close his eyes.

(If I got stabbed in the neck by that one, I would probably die. I don’t know how it would feel...)

Thinking so, a man named George Kington took the first step towards the locker...

Chapter 110 Seven: Chatting with the "Kihara"

"So? This is gone?"

[Yes, we have confirmed the body of George Kington, the head of the US "Stargate Project".After dna comparison, it can be confirmed that it is me. 】

"Tsk, this is gone? This is the first gear? Normal people are not..."

Seemingly unbelievable, the long-haired researcher grabbed his hair.

But looking at the report of his men's performance, that idiot named George Kington was really in the first gear and died.

"So, don't think those idiots are too strong. Besides, it's strange that you didn't die after playing for a long time, right?"

"Hey, vortex, you guys are completely wasting time, right? If you want data, didn't you already have 120 two last night? I remember that there is also a former marine in the fourth gear Did he kill himself with a pistol?"

"I can not accept!!!!"

The two blond-haired researchers looked at Kihara Uzumaki who kept yelling "I can't accept it" and "Bring me his body back, I can't swallow it without taking his brain off with my own hands" and so on.

Rather, the part of "removing organs" was learned by Kihara Uzumaki and a blond researcher with tattoos on his face.

For the gaffes of his subordinates, death cannot forgive him.

What a certain Kihara did was to take the organs from the corpse to make a final end.

And Kihara Uzumaki also learned this method of "relieving Qi", so for those enemies who are far below their expected specifications, Kihara Uzumaki will also take the method of harvesting the opponent's organs to retaliate...

Or simply venting anger.

"But speaking of it, Vortex, aren't you just competing with that random guy?"

"It can be said that it is, or it can be said that it is not. The research of random numbers is mainly devoted to sensory experience, with the chemical substances affecting the brain as the research object, and it is good at manipulating a single type of emotion..."

While instructing his subordinates to fight George Kington's body back to Academy City so that he could vent his anger, Kihara Uzumaki took the time to explain what he had done before.

"And my technology is not so 'flexible' or 'portable'. In simple terms, it uses a video, a section of audio, or flashlight to stimulate the target retina, or electromagnetic waves or ultrasonic waves to stimulate specific parts of the brain... ..."