"How is it possible ... how to jump in?" A lot of slight noise was hidden in the panic hustle and bustle. If there was no chain judgment to filter the voiceprint, it could not be distinguished by ear alone. I ’m playing back and forth on the projection screen with my operations in this base. A large amount of analytical data is presented along with the progress of the image. They have been monitoring me for a long time, and they are simultaneously evaluating my combat effectiveness. I am not surprised at all. . The "phenomenon" of the shadow jump is very obvious. There are many preconditions that restrict the ability to launch. As long as it is a person who can think and observe meticulously, he can figure it out with his brain. I think these people are surprised by my entry precisely because they have roughly figured out the "mystery" of the spatial nature of shadow jumping.

In the eyes of these clerical staff, I am afraid that I am like a great white shark cruising for food. Once I fall into the water, it is difficult to say that I will not be killed. I understand very well that they rely on the analysis of my previous actions to assess some of my psychological characteristics, mode of action, ability level and emergency response measures, and their observation behavior must also be part of the experiment-I also feel that My appearance was a bit bizarre, and when I first woke up, I was in a huge laboratory, and I, or rather, something before I formed in this normal world, was their important research object.

My smooth progress in this base before can not be said that there is no deliberate self-restraint by these insiders. They want to observe me and try to obtain valuable intelligence. This kind of thinking mode is too normal and taken for granted.

Judging from the content on the projection screen, they have even made a loss assessment and various possibility reports. There is a clear risk ceiling. I think what really surprised them was not my fighting power as a Level 3 Mageweave messenger, nor an efficient superpower, but only that I could enter this place.

No matter how much threat the creature is facing, as long as it is not in contact with it. There will be no severe losses. They parsed the mystery I possessed and arranged it in a targeted way. In this room, I can't see any gate, and the observation of the chain judgment also shows that at least within 50 meters, this is a completely closed prison. Only the sensation information left by the conscious walker made me realize that the white column of light condensed on the base of the most prominent central platform. It is likely to be the only non-physical entry and exit—a space conversion device that uses temporary data to hedge the nature of the space.

This rather conspicuous beam of light makes the whole room full of warm light without any dead ends, and no shadow at all can be seen-I think it should have no shadow. The staff hiding behind the scene is facing the shadow After the jump is analyzed, there will be more precautions-however, I do n’t know what went wrong. A faint shadow appeared on the ceiling, looking like the only flaw on the white jade. And this shadow is so light. The forming time must also be so short that the people here did not notice in time.

Now, they noticed, their eyes stayed there for a while, the next moment. Back to me. The noise gradually subsided, and they seemed very nervous, but they did not dare to attack first. The armed guards in this room are far fewer and more cautious than the rooms I have visited before. What I have seen. It seems to be telling me that this is one of the core parts of this network ball base, taking on the responsibility of "brain" or "part of the brain".

Many people move their bodies slowly, trying to hide their figures behind others, and some people bravely stand up and stand in the forefront-among them, there are armed guards, and there seem to be chickens without hands. Mr. Weak and weak. The chain judgment made me lock in this group of people, not standing front or back. In addition to their attire, they looked obscure fat-his body, temperament and movements, there is no point to stand out or be different. The place, however, wears a characteristic that others do not possess, a high-weight characteristic.

Even if he is not the boss, he is also an important person in this room who can decide certain policies.

The requirements of the online ball for internal staff and field staff are different. As an officer, you must have the appearance of an officer, and you must bear the risks that the officer must face. Therefore, unless it is a very special situation, there will be no high-ranking people who dress themselves up like lower-level personnel to avoid certain targeted situations.

Maybe someone will try to dilute their position, but it is difficult to take off only with this dress.

The fat man was pulling out his phone, his face trembling, and he secretly cast his eyes from time to time, as if confirming that I was staring at him.

"Please stay calm and open the exit of this temporary data hedge space." When I spoke to him, he almost jumped. I can't see whether he is disguised or really so timid and fragile. There are not many others like him here. If there is really no courage, but can still climb to the top of the leader, then there must be some other unique abilities and connections.

"Okay, okay. Me, I need to make a phone call from there to control the transmission device here." The fat man's facial features were twisted, and he was crying with a sad face, but he insisted on a flattering smile. His eyes dared not stare at me, and he kept hiding away. His posture is perfect, and I cannot infer his true situation through this initial impression.

I did not refuse his request. Of course, he may be lying to me, but what does it matter? The person he calls must be his boss. If the department he is in is really one of the core departments, the boss who answers the phone may be the core senior member of the network ball. His status is by no means ordinary. Comparable staff. I am also interested to know if this core senior executive may appear to be an acquaintance.

The atmosphere in the whole room gradually solidified with the fat man's movements. The bitterness on the fat man's face is getting stronger and stronger. I think it is because the surroundings are so quiet that he can almost hear the heartbeat, if he wants to say something. It is impossible to speak in such an environment. Suddenly, someone who appeared to be a civilian in the crowd dressed up and pointed his gun at me, pulling the trigger in his hand.

In the chain judgment, everyone's behavior here can't hide my perception.

Sweep quickly. The invisible high-speed passage penetrated into the crowd, and I jumped out. In a slow world, the outgoing bullet suddenly disintegrated into three smaller projectiles, and a more blue beam connected to each other. As the projectiles spread out, they formed a giant net. The speed of these projectiles is much slower than the speed of normal bullets, but the trajectory of the ball voluntarily circumvents all the human bodies that are in a straight line, and blasts towards me along the flexible track. The blue light mesh penetrates the human body. However, in my observation, there is no sign of damage to the human body, and this does not mean that these optical networks are only a virtual table. The role of the s organ is that it can stimulate an instantaneous and small temporary data hedge space, thus having a certain effect on "mystery"-in theory, as long as the nature of this temporary data hedge space is "rigidly set" in advance, It is possible to avoid injury to normal people. It only affects the mystery-I have never encountered such a strict set of weapons in the past, but. Judging from the current situation, it is inevitable that this is the possibility.

The "net" formed by the blue light beam is opening up, relying on expanding the attack range to fight against high-speed fighters, such thinking is relatively correct, but the speed at which this "net" expands. I still can't reach my quick sweep. The high-speed passage quickly deformed, rubbing the edge of the "net" and reaching the civilian staff. While everyone's eyes are still on the front, I have invaded them, and just dropped the hammer as soon as I left the quick-swept state. Grabbed the man by the neck and released the strange gun in his hand.

Others finally reacted, chaos inevitably occurred, people close by crowded out, and the guards tried to separate the crowd and surrounded me in the middle. Before they closed up, I had smashed the civilian in my hand towards them, and there was a group of people turning over immediately. These guards were not as fully armed as they had encountered in the laboratory before, just wearing security uniforms and portable The body armor was put on lightly, and this state also made me feel strange. The situation in the Experimental Weapon Zone is also good. There are too many flaws and omissions. Although they are all unremarkable, they seem to be accidental work errors. .

The feeling of summoning grew from the bottom of my heart.

I think I have a pair of eyes, watching me in a gesture of overlooking. And the end point of these monitoring data transmission is definitely not this room. Although this room is arranged, no, maybe functionally, it is also a core relative to this base, but above this level, there are higher levels and higher-end mysterious monitoring methods. In contrast, this room also seems to be arranged as a tempting trap, I am not sure if the staff here knows, but the transmission device here is not as safe as originally thought. If there is really a higher-level organization operating this temporary data hedging space with higher authority, then changing the transmission coordinates is a breeze.

In this room, most of the staff ’s expressions and postures are not half-fake, but it is this kind of reality that makes it easy to be taken lightly.

Who is watching the situation here? The other party has already estimated the situation here, calmly made the arrangement, or maybe it just has a superb on-the-spot response and made a plan alone? In any case, such a person is at least the highest-level supervisor of this base.

My left eye began to be restless again. I ignored the hesitant guards. When I thought about the monitor hidden behind the scenes, I could not help but see the appearance of the woman very similar to "Jiang". If it were her, the current situation was taken for granted. There is absolutely no accident in this world involving the situation of "Jiang".

If circumstances permit, I certainly want to find out, and the subconscious impulse also drives me in this way. However, thinking about it rationally, I feel that I must avoid meeting at this time. There is absolutely no good relationship between the people and things that involve the "jiang". This is an experience. From what I observed about the woman, what has happened so far reveals a bit of weirdness.

I have 80% confidence that this is a trap. Moreover, it is likely to be a trap against Jiang. I don't know who actually planned this trap. It is also unclear whether the other party knows what kind of monster he wants to design. However, in terms of reason and experience alone, once they agree with each other's ideas, it may induce a certain situation of "Jiang"-I don't think this situation will be "death". However, the subsequent chain reaction is likely to make the whole situation slip to an extremely serious abyss.

Even the slightest condition-"Jiang" temporarily deviates from my observation-is likely to induce a "virus", thereby dragging the world into complete chaos and collapse. Although, I don't think how long this world can last, the coming of the end is almost inevitable, but the lack of "jiang" words. My plan cannot be carried out. I am not sure how long I can resist once the "final weapon" appears. My state at this time continues the state before the last death. Since, that time, the weapon can eventually kill me, then. This time it must be possible.

If this time is killed, will there be a second chance of rebirth? Will they wake up again in "reality"? None of this is certain. I am not afraid of death itself. However, as before, I did not intend to die so meaninglessly before fulfilling my responsibilities.

Since the destiny of Doomsday Illusion is the inevitable end, in this world, the destiny of this world cannot be changed. Then, I must return to "reality" to find the "truth" that may exist. I still remember everything I did in "reality" and the feeling of death, that is one kind. The whole body is going to burn, and the blood is boiling hot. However, this fever is by no means merely a physiological anomaly. Gao Chuan's will is like the shiny steel in the stove.

I will go back! for sure!

I will definitely face all the traps, but that is not now.

I heard a panic and panic, and whispered nervously: "There is something wrong with p999."

It's that fat man. His sight could not find his position at this time, but the chain decision always locked him. He was hiding under an instrument using the shadows of the crowd and the blind spots of his vision. As I looked away, he was hurriedly reporting to the receiver on the phone: "Just, that is, the green colloids I just sent recently ..."

Judging from the voice of the listener, it should be a female.

Not someone I know.

At the same time, the guards, who had been hesitant, suddenly changed their faces. At the moment they pulled the trigger, I mentioned ky1999, and the shell of the huge suitcase was like a solid shield. The dense gunfire hit the top, making a louder sound and impact than the firecrackers. I put the weird gun in my hand into the pocket, lifted the hammer and smashed it to the ground, the whole ground suddenly shook like a raised carpet, people screamed, slanted bullets, like headless flies hit the surrounding instruments On the screen, innumerable fire splashes in an instant, accompanied by the slamming sound of the display screen, the image projected in the air disappeared as if the lights were turned off.

Although it is troublesome to squeeze hands, ky1999's power is enough to turn this room into a dead place in a few breaths, but I still don't want to kill in the base of this network ball. The impact of the nail hammer caused the metal ground to begin to sag and bend. The people hit by the shock seemed to soften their bones and could not climb for a moment.

The fat man was almost pressed by the collapsed instrument, and finally he leaned against the inclined instrument and slowly crawled out of the gap. He was the first to recover his mobility after suffering shocks.

I walked between the crowds, and the whole room suddenly became silent. Even without the use of chain judgment, I could clearly feel the sight stuck on me from all sides. But no one spoke, and the atmosphere here was like waiting for the final verdict. My active convergence seems to have been confirmed by them. Judging from their silence, they should not do anything special.

I like this kind of change. People who take a step back will never push themselves into a dead end. It would be nice if the people of the doomsday truth were so sensible, but unfortunately, they are the type that never takes a step back and tries to force themselves and the whole world into a dead end.

I picked up the phone from the expression of the fat man's head, and to tell the truth, his current expression really looks like a senior executive of the network ball department.

"No matter who you are, you don't need to blame these people. They respond quickly, but, my actions are faster than their reactions." I took my gaze from the fat man ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ to the phone Speaking. People over there have been waiting for a reply from here.

"No matter who I am?" The female voice over there repeated, and asked again: "Who do you think we are? Who are you?"

"I think, you guys are online balls? Old friends." I relaxed, just like an old friend who had reunited with a long time. "However, from another perspective, we are also talking for the first time. Please advise me a lot. I ’m Gao Chuan. You can start again a little slower, because the time you have rearranged is enough for me to leave here. "

"Are you Gaochuan?" The voice on the phone quickly became a familiar male voice. His tone was very excited, saying: "It's just a recovery ghost. You have been in Mr. Gaochuan's brain for too long, Did you have Alzheimer's? Does anyone know who you are?

However, according to my understanding of this man in the last illusion of illusion, this excitement is definitely disguised. The senior operational commander of the cyber ball "goes fire"-a truly memorable codename.

"Stop fire?" I said.

"Yes, I'm on fire, who are you?" (To be continued ...)