This is not mechanical ascension.

The next moment, the office door opened, and White walked in with a gloomy look, kicked the door shut casually, and looked around his office.

This scrutiny and condescending look made Pierre very uncomfortable, and he said coldly: "White, why are you here when you are not staying in the dimensional world laboratory?"

White's eyes swept across his face lightly, and he sat on the chair in front of him and said indifferently: "Don't pretend, how is your research on the so-called engine that uses dimensional energy as fuel?"

Suddenly, for some reason, White suddenly felt that the temperature in the room dropped a little, and he felt a little creepy.

And Pierre was a little confused, frowned and said: "What engine?"

Seeing him pretending like this, White's heart was a little murmuring, could it be that there was really any breakthrough progress?

"I saw it when I came here. The shabby experimental environment of your R\u0026D department can't support this kind of experiment at all."

"Besides, I didn't see the folding motorcycle you brought into the dimensional world laboratory yesterday. Do you have a hidden laboratory?"

White stared at Pierre and asked, "What are you researching? Why are you hiding it?"

Pierre's pupils suddenly contracted and his whole body trembled.

Folding motorcycle brought into the dimensional world laboratory?

What is that? Why did you bring that thing yourself?

Why doesn't he have any relevant memories?

He couldn't help but want to ask, but seeing White's scrutinizing look, he held it back and snorted coldly: "I am directly responsible to the leader. There is no need to explain what I did to you."

"Okay, I have something to do now. I have to complete the task ordered by the leader. Are you sure you want to continue to disturb me?"

White's face was ugly, and he just sneered: "Don't overestimate your ability."

After that, he left here. As soon as he walked out of the door, he didn't know why he broke out in a cold sweat. The air conditioner in the R\u0026D department blew and made him shiver.

He looked back at Pierre's laboratory, his face was uncertain, and he snorted before leaving.

After confirming that White had left, Pierre's calm face also showed a dense layer of sweat, and he became pale, his whole body was trembling slightly, and his heart was pounding.

Combined with the occasional mental trance during this period, this gave him an extremely uneasy premonition.

Thinking of the folding motorcycle that White had just mentioned, he took a deep breath and calmed down a little.

Then he turned on the video terminal, found a contact through the intranet, and quickly connected: "Minister, are you looking for me?"

Pierre tried to calm his voice and said in a deep voice: "Send a copy of the surveillance video of me going out yesterday, up to the time I left the R\u0026D department."

The other party seemed a little confused, and after a moment of silence, he responded: "Okay."

Pierre turned off the video terminal, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, and barely calmed down his trembling thighs and restless arms.

After waiting for a few minutes, a package of data was sent over. He mustered up his courage and clicked it. His pupils suddenly dilated, as if struck by lightning.

The beating of his heart was like thunder. His face flushed first, then quickly faded, and he was as pale as a piece of paper, and his eyes were hazy.

In the surveillance video played on the screen in front of him, when he walked out of the office, he was holding a piece of silver-white metal in his hand.

However, in his own mind, he had no memory of this piece of metal at all.

The surveillance record was very clear. His expression was calm, no different from usual.

This short five-minute surveillance video was played in a loop in front of his screen for countless times.

Pierre looked painful, holding his head, trying to make himself recall.

Indistinctly, he seemed to really recall that he walked into the door of the Dimension World Laboratory with a piece of silver-white metal.

But he really couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

He only knew that he met with Chief Connet and reported the monitoring data, and then the other party let him leave.

During this period, there was no silver-white metal block at all.

How could this happen?

His face was filled with panic. He suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the door of the office, but the coldness that came from nowhere made him calm down suddenly.

He didn't know how to explain that within the coverage of the eternal world, there should be no spiritual energy that could interfere with him.

But he was out of control. Holding that unknown silver-white metal block...oh...White said it was a folding motorcycle.

This made him even more confused. Why did he bring this thing in? Who was behind it?

Who would believe it when he explained it himself?

He remembered the way the organization treated traitors.

His hands and feet were cold, and he almost collapsed on the ground. He barely supported the wall before sitting back in his chair.

"Discovered..." Li Ming quietly watched Pierre's various reactions, and he was not surprised.

The Torch Organization is full of surveillance cameras. As long as Pierre sees the video of him holding the metal block, he will be exposed.

However, he had a plan in place.

"Pierre..."

Pierre, with his eyes wide open, collapsed on the cushioned seat, vaguely heard someone calling his name.

He had no reaction the first time, until the second time, he shuddered and realized it was not an illusion.

"This... there is a real sound..." Pierre was shocked. In the world of eternity, there are actually psychic abilities?

"You, who are you? Are you doing this in secret?" He couldn't help but ask, looking around the ceiling in panic.

"I have many names, but the one you are most familiar with should be the Dimensional God."

The other party's empty, calm, and waveless response made Pierre freeze again.

Dimension gods! ?

He was no stranger to this name. There were many rumors within the organization. His most famous record was guiding the fireworks to make Coyle kill Isius, which caused a sensation within the organization.

It is said that the leaders believe that it is not an ordinary dimensional creature and is quite powerful.

He swallowed, but he became suspicious again: "You, how do you prove it?"

"How do you want me to prove it?"

"This..." Pierre was stunned for a moment, with many thoughts passing through his mind. He couldn't help but point to the surveillance video that was still playing in a loop on the screen and said, "Are you controlling me?"

"No..." the voice denied: "It wasn't me. It was this incident that made me focus on you."

"Follow me? Can you observe the entire Torch Base?" Pierre couldn't help but be surprised, "How is it possible? This is the coverage area of ​​the Sustainability World. The power of creatures from other dimensions will cause Balzacs to counterattack."

The voice was calm and indifferent: "I'm right here."

Pierre couldn't help but take a breath. Either Balzacs didn't notice the dimensional gods at all, or Balzacs didn't dare to resist.

Pierre swallowed and asked cautiously, "If it wasn't you, who controlled me?"

"Should you turn off the surveillance cameras in the room?"

This reminded Pierre, and he hurriedly opened his smart terminal. The surveillance probe in this room was not connected to the Torch Organization's system, but his own smart terminal.

Seeing myself panicking and yelling into the empty room on the screen, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and hurriedly deleted it.

"The person controlling you is the same person you are looking for." Li Ming then said,

"The same one..." Pier was puzzled at first, and then his face changed slightly, "Is it the spy that the leader asked me to find?"

"Who is he? Is he Qinglong?"

Qinglong? You actually doubt me?

Li Ming was speechless, but Cornette didn't tell Pierre any more information, so the other party naturally became more suspicious.

"The other party has the power of creatures from other dimensions to protect him, and I'm still looking for it."

"What? But this is the territory of Balzacs, and it will not allow life in other dimensions..." Pierre was stunned again, he hesitated, thinking that this was impossible.

But the dimensional god who was talking to him did it.

Another dimensional life form at the same level as the dimensional gods?

Why do they all focus on the organizational base?

"That's why the other party can use their spiritual power to bewitch you."

"What exactly does he want to do?" Pierre couldn't help but ask, "Who is that dimensional creature?"

"You don't need to know, you just need to know that I will help you find him."

"This..." Pierre hesitated: "Why are you looking for me? Can't you just talk to the leader directly?"

"Your leader, you don't have to help me, but you can only listen to me."

Pierre was silent, guessing that this might be a struggle between creatures with highly intelligent dimensions.

Indeed, the leader of his family will not necessarily help the dimensional gods, but will help the dimensional creature with the highest bid.

But he has been manipulated into doing certain things. If he doesn't find out the truth, he will only die.

It seems that he has no choice, but after all, this is for the Torch Organization to find out the enemy's insider, and it is not considered a betrayal of the organization.

"How are you going to help me?" Pierre gathered his emotions.

"I can tell you that the method used by the other party to communicate with the outside world is distributed data decompilation."

Pierre had a strange expression on his face. He felt inexplicable when such professional words were spoken from the mouth of this mysterious dimensional god, but then he had a flash of inspiration:

"I understand, you mean, he is using our data stream."

"Our data flow is equivalent to a newspaper. What he does is cut out what he wants to say and the other party's response from the newspaper."

"No wonder the overall data flow hasn't fluctuated at all."

"But..." He was helpless, "This kind of decompiler uses a specific encoding. If you don't know the specific encoding, it is almost impossible to translate it."

"I know part of it."

Pierre's expression was shocked, and he operated quickly under the guidance of the Dimension Spirit.

"...I need the Torch Organization now..."

The voice was calm and indifferent, and under the data compilation effect, it resembled a female voice.

Pierre's pupils shrank, was it really compiled?

Of course, Li Ming didn't know the specific encoding used by Deyes, but he knew the conversation between the two parties and could directly perform reverse derivation.

"Is there more?" Pierre couldn't help but ask. This is only part of the code, and the data is too small to be cracked by analogy.

"Not yet. I need to break through the other party's blockade to know more information, but you'd better not alert the enemy."

Pierre nodded and understood the truth. After a slight hesitation, he whispered: "Can you... help me, in case I am controlled again..."

"I will build a spiritual defense for you, and then you will be in a trance for a while."

"Yes..." Pierre looked excited and prepared.

The next moment, a pocket watch fell from the sky.

Not long after, Pierre suddenly woke up from his chair, looked around, then glanced at the time, and found that he had disappeared for a few minutes.

But he clearly remembers everything that happened before, the communication with the dimensional gods, and the spiritual defense that the dimensional gods built for him.

No more fear of being controlled.

He was excited and couldn't help but clench his fists. Being involved in the fight between two great dimensional beings made him quite frightened, but perhaps it was also an opportunity!

"By the way, there is also the matter of assembling the battleship. I need to remind you a few more times." He seemed to suddenly remember and called Zog in.

The hidden dangers on Pierre's side were suppressed, and a hook was planted, which could be activated at any time to expose Deyes's face.

And planted several key hints for future use.

Li Ming has now hidden in Zog's shadow, thinking:

"The assembly of conventional battleships does not require core R\u0026D personnel such as Zog, but the assembly of the main ship must be done by them personally."

"I can use components with similar appearance to replace the main gun of the main ship, but for professionals like them, they can find out that the main gun is wrong before the test. During the installation process, they can find out that the main gun is wrong."

"So, it is necessary to plant hints so that they will deliberately ignore the problem of the main gun."

Li Ming had a plan in mind. The battleship assembly line of the Torch Organization, even with the assistance of various instruments, has no less than 10,000 operators.

Assembling all kinds of warships at the same time, hypnotizing these people one by one, and planting hints is a huge project, which is almost impossible to do within ten days.

But the main ship-level assembly uses the core members of the R\u0026D department, which has always been the three or four hundred people. If the action is fast, ten days will be enough.

They are basically D-level or even F-level life forms, and it is difficult to detect that they are hypnotized.

"Zog, why are you so sleepy? Did the minister scold you?" In front of the large workbench, the bald brother couldn't help but tease, a deck was pulled over his head,

"How could it be..." Zog shook his head: "The minister just gave me a few words, but I always feel that I haven't rested well recently, and I am often in a trance."

"Me too..." The bald brother raised his eyebrows, "Maybe the workload is too heavy recently, it will be fine after this period of time."

"That's right." Zog agreed deeply, and then went to another workbench.

On the ground, shadows that are difficult to observe with the naked eye kept jumping.

The personnel responsible for the assembly of the main ship had been decided long ago. Li Ming hypnotized Zog and took him to find them one by one.

It would definitely not be completed in one day. In the end, a total of 42 people were hypnotized, and the suggestion was planted in their hearts.

In the next few days, after Li Ming spent time in the core laboratory, he hypnotized the R\u0026D personnel responsible for the assembly of the main ship.

Time passed in this repetitive process, and the Torch Base operated as usual. No one could detect the waves surging under the water.

In a blink of an eye, another ten days passed.