Mechanical Doctor

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"Manolin, why are you here?"

As soon as Manolin entered the basement, someone greeted him.

"It's Sayde, why are you here? I remember you are not in the interrogation team, right?"

Manolin saw Sayde, who was supposed to be the [Curser] from the logistics department, working.

"Hi, I'm here to help."

"After all, my profession is very suitable for interrogating prisoners."

Sayde answered Manolin's question.

"Well... that's right."

Painful curse, crazy curse, mentally retarded curse..., the profession of [Curser] has a lot of methods that can make people feel painful but not lethal. It can be said that the profession of [Curser] and the profession of interrogation are very compatible.

"By the way, I almost forgot the business."

Manolin slapped his head and remembered the attackers who were still piled in the carriage.

Then Manolin told Sayde the whole story.

"Manolin, how do you want to torture these people?"

"Can you choose the torture method? Is the torture group so humane?"

Manolin was a little surprised. Can you choose the method of torture? Is this something that a pure boy like him can listen to?

The guy who is almost half a century old in his two lives thought to himself.

Sayde replied:

"Of course there are methods. There are two types of torture: martial torture and civil torture. What do you want to choose?"

"Are there so many kinds of torture?"

Manolin asked curiously.

"What are the two types of torture?"

Said paced and said:

"As for torture, it's whips, nail beds, pepper water, water torture, burning, roasting copper bulls."

"As for torture, it's very sophisticated, brainwashing, hypnosis, personality destruction..."

Seeing Said reciting the torture techniques like a crosstalk, Manolin hurriedly said:

"Stop, stop, stop! Said, you are telling a crosstalk, you keep talking."

"What is crosstalk?"

When Said asked curiously, Manolin remembered that there is no crosstalk in this world.

Manolin quickly made up for it:

"Don't you usually speak fluently? Now you speak fluently, don't you?"

"You're talking about this?"

Side said with a smile:

"I recently found a bard as a teacher in the tavern, so my tongue is so smooth."

"By the way, Manolin, you haven't said whether you want physical torture or civil torture?"

Faced with this question, Manolin said:

"Any means are fine, as long as you get the information behind the scenes."

...

After handing the captive to the interrogation team, Manolin prepared to go back and take a good bath to get rid of the bad luck.

Although this bomb did not hurt Manolin, it more or less frightened him.

...

The next day.

Manolin, who had just woken up, received a call from Seide, saying that he had found out the mastermind.

Manolin attached great importance to this, and he drove to the investigation bureau himself.

"Said, what did you ask?"

When Jian Dan Manolin arrived, Said handed him a document.

"Good fellow, these guys are actually spies from the Kingdom of Fafnir, but why do they have nothing better to do than to bomb me?"

"Didn't I just sell some weapons? It's no big deal."

When Sayid heard Manolin's words, he secretly complained:

"Your weapons can influence a war, and it's no big deal?"

After complaining in his heart, Sayid thought of the business, and immediately said to Manolin seriously:

"These spies from the Kingdom of Fafnir are most likely the murderers who attacked Gran City last time. Now the departments of Gran City have jointly issued an order to hunt down these people, so do you need our help to eliminate them?"

Manolin thought about it, and then said:

"Forget about you directly participating in the war, but you can watch and support the battle."

Seeing Sayid's hesitation, Manolin said again:

"Don't worry, our two departments will each take half of the credit."

Hearing this, Sayid was a little anxious, and he was anxious and his stuttering problem came out again.

"Manolin... not for this reason... I don't have the authority to agree to you."

Listening to these intermittent words, Manolin took a lot of effort to understand what Sayde meant.

"Well, I'll call Saralin and ask her to confirm."

"Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!"

After the call was connected,

"Is this Director Saralin? I'm Manolin. Regarding the issue of Fafnir Kingdom spies, how about using our MMC people to eliminate the spies?"

After listening to Manolin's words, Saralin asked:

"Are you sure that the department you just created can eliminate these spies?"

"No problem, my men can easily deal with these guys. "

Manolin patted his chest and assured, he was indeed very confident, his mechanical spiders cooperated with the security team, the strength was quite impressive.

As long as he didn't encounter a legend, Manolin was confident that he could lead his mechanical army to sweep the entire Gran City.

If it weren't for Manolin, who wanted to test the strength of the mechanical spiders and security team members in actual combat, he wouldn't need many of his men to easily deal with these spies.

"Okay, I agree. "

…

Soon the operatives of the Investigation Bureau began to gather, and Manolin went back to bring the security guards on standby to the Investigation Bureau.

After the two groups gathered, they entered various vehicles and headed to the spies' hiding places.

In addition to the reason of wanting to train troops, the other reason why Manolin summoned so many men to clear out the spies of the Fafnir Kingdom was that the hiding places of the spies were too complicated.

These guys hid in the slums of Gran City

The slums of Gran City are very similar to the slums of the previous life, poor, chaotic, and lacking in survival supplies.

However, unlike the previous life, this world is a cult with extraordinary power.

The people in these slums are desperate, painful, numb... It can be said that they are all Good seedlings for cults.

So cultists who believe in all kinds of messy beliefs are growing wildly in the slums of this world.

Fortunately, the cults are not monolithic.

The relationship between the cults is similar to the relationship between them and the Bureau of Investigation, or even worse.

This also leads to the cults in the slums dragging each other down, making these guys insignificant.

Of course, the cultists in these slums are not without sincere cooperation, such as when the Bureau of Investigation entered the slums and met believers of the indescribable guy.

After all, although they are all cultists, there are also differences between them. Guys who believe in evil gods and demons cannot survive the pollution created by the indescribable guy.

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