MTL - Overturned Tower-Chapter 6 value

The azure blue sword light dazzled down like a comet—

The cold killing intent poured into Russell's blood vessels from between his hands, like a running wolf hitting the spine!

Russell's ears instantly stood up, and all the fluff on his tail exploded.

The trail of that light still remained on Russell's retina.

——Obviously what Bad Ri holds in his hands is just a bladeless handle.

But at the moment it slashed out, it seemed to drag out an extremely slender azure blue light blade like a whip shadow.

Russell wasn't even entirely sure that the blade of light actually existed.

It might even be just his hallucination.

Because there are only three steps between him and the bad day. Between the two of them, there was a table separated by a table that was overturned by mercenary triggers on both sides.

If the light blade really existed, Russell, who was squatting on the ground, and the table in front of him would all be cut in half by this blow.

However, if the sword shadow does not exist...

Russell clearly felt the chill remaining in his body slanting across his body. It enters from the neck on the right side and exits from the waist on the left side.

It's like when you drink iced Coke with your head up, a trace of liquid slips down your throat and seeps into the skirt of your clothes.

The sharp sword intent that almost split him in half obliquely still remained in Russell's body.

Subconsciously, he poked his hand in from the front of his jacket and touched his skin. to make sure it's really good.

— not even a crack, to be specific. When I touched it with my hands, the place touched by my fingertips didn't feel cold... That was extremely normal, the warmth of the skin.

"But, why..."

Russell murmured subconsciously.

The next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw the two mercenaries who were shooting at them, suddenly a cloud of blood burst out behind them, and their heads were decapitated.

The headless body slowly knelt down on the ground. The head without horns rolled towards Russell, dragging a trail of blood and grunting. The other one looked like an overripe rotten apple, and fell to the ground with a thud, spattering irregular bloodstains on the ground.

They didn't resist, they didn't cry out, they didn't fear.

On the head that rolled over, the mask fell off due to rubbing.

Madness and cruelty still remained on his face, like the traces of a red-hot iron imprinted in the flesh and blood. Only a little vigilance can be seen in the eyes that can no longer be closed... that should be the vigilance that arose when he saw something bad day raised.

—the two of them didn't even realize that they were dead.

Because in just an instant, their heads were chopped off by the bad sun that turned its back on them.

It was clear that the bad day was the lightsaber that cut down on Russell, but it happened to be the two people standing behind him with different heads.

"...Is this also, psychic power?"

Russell murmured.

He felt a little dizzy and a little nauseous.

He didn't know if it was because people died in front of his eyes in a series of shocking gestures; or the smell of blood in the room was too pungent...or it might just be the lack of oxygen symptoms caused by the broken windows.

"Take him, Russell."

As Bad Day said, he pulled out the second memory chip with a flashing red light from behind his ear.

Immediately afterwards, he dropped a dagger without a scabbard on the ground.

For fear that it would be sucked away by the wind, Russell immediately held it.

The tailor-made feel and his special shape immediately attracted Russell's attention.

—As a short sword, it has no edge or grid. The blade of this short sword is only twice as long as the hilt, and its weight is so light that it looks like some kind of alloy.

But it is worth noting that there is a trace of vermilion like blood on one side of the blade.

It's like cutting someone's skin with it, decapitating someone's head, and not cleaning it up.

Anyone who looks at it will feel like a murder weapon that has not been disposed of after the murder.

But that's impossible.

Russell knew all too well—that way, the blood would quickly rust the blade. Moreover, the oxidized blood will turn into brown dirt, it is impossible to maintain such a bright red color.

"This is…"

"It's your mother's relic, a psionic weapon. It's called 'Saint Beheading'. She gave me this sword back then, and now I'm giving it to you."

Bad Day looked at Russell with complicated eyes: "Your mother, Ms. Alice... is also code-named 'Doctor'. She didn't quit the Tower of Babel, never."

"…doctor?"

Russell repeated the code name.

"Do you really think she died of illness?"

Bad Day guessed what Russell was thinking, so he asked directly: "She is the best healer in the Tower of Babel, a powerful healer who can directly remove the 'cause'.

"Before that, have you ever seen her get sick even once? Or... have you ever been sick yourself?"

Hearing this, Russell's pupils dilated slightly.

He felt as if he had grasped something.

His cheeks were flushed due to the lack of oxygen.

In the vague hallucination, he seemed to smell the decaying breath of his mother before she died, mixed with the smell of blood and gunpowder on the ground at this moment.

"'Deer Head' believes that it may be a psyker with the ability to curse remotely."

Without waiting for Russell to make any response, Bad Day announced the answer directly: "The community where the curse master is located has been locked by us, and it is somewhere in Happy Island. That's why I came here to deal with this matter.

"Since you can still buy an empty boat ticket through the usual channels, it means that her real identity should not have been leaked. Otherwise, you should be directly arrested by the executive department of Sogo Island during the off-shore security check. So you'd better not Get in touch with these things again.”

"...Is there anything else I can know about this?"

Russell's voice was very soft.

Due to lack of oxygen, he already felt a little dizzy.

But he still insisted on listening to these words that Bad Day had to say—

After all, after this farewell, it may not be when we will meet next time.

Later, when we meet again, he may not be trustworthy, nor may he be willing to answer these questions for him.

"Even if there is, I won't tell you, because this matter has nothing to do with you. You have no ability to intervene."

Bad Day retracted the handle of the knife into his arms, walked back to his seat in the cold storm, poured himself a cup of hot tea that was rapidly cooling, and sighed: "She probably didn't tell you about her Identity. She did not wander to Chongguang Island, but lurked there. Because she is not an intelligence officer, but an important logistics... But as an illegal psyker, her identity authentication code has expired. This is why she cannot find to good job reasons.

"Of course, your mother does have a lot of savings in the organization. But because of her identity issues with your father, she can only use 'legal and reasonable' and 'well-documented' methods in the future, through an unexpected transfer. It is impossible to hand it directly to you. Otherwise, as long as you trace the source of the money, you will become suspicious.

"For example, it can let you win some kind of lottery run by the organization, or buy some information on wanted criminals, and then give you their heads.

"Sogo Group's artificial intelligence can perform big data analysis with the highest accuracy. Unlike Happy Island, all high-authority work in Sogo Island, including security and information security business, is managed by artificial intelligence.

"This also means that if you don't reveal your identity, Sogo Island is the safest place—because robots don't have 'whim', they pay attention to evidence and logic. That's why she saves money to hide from Sogo Island's artificial intelligence. Friends fabricated another life and identity to hide it from them. As for you...you are also one of the means used to deceive artificial intelligence.

"Just three months ago, we were targeted by a group of people. We got rid of the tracking two weeks ago, but in an information security offensive and defensive battle, the other party entered the network environment of the Tower of Babel through a back door known only to high-level internal personnel. Even though the head portrait of the deer cut off the intranet immediately, there were still leaks of information about some personnel, involving more than a dozen people.

"When the Tower of Babel remained silent and tried to get rid of the pursuit...the four members of 'Doctor', 'Cuckoo', 'Lycoris', and 'Aurora' were cursed to death one after another."

"—So, what about the clue about the traitor?"

Russell looked straight at Bad Day: "I don't necessarily know what to do...I just want to know. Just in case."

"I understand. You're worried that we won't make a move in the end, aren't you?"

Hearing the words, Bad Ri laughed out loud.

"Can't you?"

"No, it's reasonable. I can also understand your thoughts—it's better to say that UU reading www.uukanshu.com not trusting others is a commendable good habit. However, this matter has nothing to do with you in any sense .”

Bad Ri said leisurely: "You are just an ordinary person, the chip in the back of your head still exists - you are a 'certifier' who can live in the sun. You can work in the head office and live in a protected environment ...although throughout his life, at most he can reach the starting point of elves, but at least he will not lose his chip like us and become an "uncoded person" without identity, who can only sell his body, life, and conscience in the lower city without sunshine Live with morality.

"You don't have the ability and technology to kill people, and you can't even safely enter the lower city. Let alone use some technology that is not allowed by law."

"But you told me so much, you just want me to keep asking."

Russell didn't hesitate to expose Bad Day's inner thoughts.

His tone became very tough: "I understand what you're thinking—if you want to use my words, at least have some dry stuff, don't be a riddle."

"...I thought you were the timid type."

Bad Day looked at Russell with some surprise: "Is it finally over?"

Russell has realized that this big white-haired dog with a bad personality is deliberately procrastinating to annoy himself.

So he calmed down instead.

Enduring the increasingly intense dizziness, Russell tried his best to keep his tone calm: "'No value of being used by others is a hundred times more dangerous than being used by others', I think... now I should be able to sell for a sufficient price."

In the depths of his pupils, the dark green light gradually became flickering.

Like the moonlight reflected on the calm lake, the evening wind blows and ripples.