Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 1017
Three days later, a message was circulated on McCann's major social networks: Recently, in the underground market, there was a special mysterious material from fog packs for sale. .

This news was naturally spread by Father Maple and the other two.

With the years of accumulation of Destiny Society, it is still easy to spread a false news.

After spreading the news, they kept a close eye on Sir Cross' every move.

Sure enough, Sir Cross took action.

He came under a swimming pool, went down for a few laps, then played diving, and finally came up after a long time.

The four of them immediately understood that the place where the other party stored the alien species was under this swimming pool.

They quickly found an opportunity, and when Sir Cross left the manor by car, with the help of several servants, their "Gundam" entered the swimming pool.

After searching for a while, Gundam soon discovered that this was the entrance to an underground passage.

Open one of the drainage covers, drill in from the drain, and enter the underground passage.

On both sides of the underground passage, there are statues neatly lined up against the wall. Those statues are dusty and lifelike, and their facial expressions are very vivid, each one is full of surprise and fear.

"Those statues are a bit weird, are they some kind of defensive measures?" Through the image sent back by Gundam, Birch could see something was wrong.

"It's not a defensive measure, but the worker he killed was turned into a stone statue by him. It seems that this should be one of the abilities of Sir Cross." Dr. Stein said directly.

He also has the title of Doctor of Medicine, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to preside over the study of posterior brain intubation, which is closely related to brain science.

Therefore, he has the best understanding of the structure of the human body, and he can tell at a glance that the statue is made of a real person, and it cannot be carved.

"Ah, is he really so cruel?" Bracken exclaimed.

"See, if someone's power is not restrained, then the evil of human nature can be magnified to the extreme, just like the ancient feudal lords, the dark things they can do are far beyond our imagination. So we must Promoting measures for the sharing of heterogeneous species, only when everyone has strength together can they restrain each other and achieve balance."

The old man Maple took the opportunity to educate his two companions and strengthen their will.

The other two nodded without any objection, because the facts were right in front of them.

At this moment, Gundam was advancing all the way, and finally he saw a huge collection room.

There are a variety of boxes, all made of high-grade mahogany, with various mysterious patterns engraved on the surface. There is a section of glass on the top of the box, and through the glass, different species of various colors can be seen.

And there are so many, Gundam counted them carefully and told the camera that there are hundreds of them!

"How, how is this possible? I heard that in Dongzhou people, if someone can keep three or four alien species, they are already called a rich man. If someone's family is all alien species, they will be envied by everyone. And on our side, there is actually someone who can hide hundreds of them!" Birch couldn't believe his eyes.

"Now you should know why Dongzhou is the strongest, but there are still a lot of aliens who want to escape here?" Father Fengshu was not shocked.

"It's really hateful. One alien species can create a different species, and one alien species can at least guarantee the basic safety of tens of thousands of people in an urban area! It's really hateful!" Dr. Stein hated.

Bracken couldn't help but read a Chinese poem: "The wine and meat of Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road. Prosperity and decline are so close, and melancholy is hard to describe."

"That's terrible, you are proficient in Chinese literature," the doctor said with admiration, "Human beings are always like this, whether it's the mysterious world or the world of ordinary people, wealth will always spontaneously concentrate in the hands of the fewest people. However, if you want to improve the group, you must flatten the wealth to the most people, because the birth of geniuses is probabilistic, just like genetic mutations."

While a few people were sighing, Gundam in the collection room encountered a crisis.

"I feel that someone has been spying on my manor, and it really is true."

Behind Gundam, Sir Cross, who was supposed to leave the manor to buy mysterious materials, appeared.

Jazz's white-gloved hand was pointing at Gundam.

"No, it turned out to be a trap!" Father Maple said in surprise, "Hurry up and let Gundam retreat."

It doesn't matter if you fail this time, it will be fine if you come again next time, but there is only one alien who can be controlled by them.

Gundam didn't listen to the orders from the earphones, but suddenly started a chest expansion exercise, and the shirt bursting began!
Jazz stared blankly at the other party, only to see that the upper body of the other party was covered with explosives, densely packed, which made people shudder after seeing it.

"Take half of the alien species away to me, otherwise, I will make all the alien species here disappear!" Gundam roared angrily.

"Come back quickly, those alien species may all be fake!" Father Maple ordered through the headset.

"No, the alien species are all real, I can feel it, my life or death is not important, as long as more alien species can be taken away, more me can be created!" "Gundam" said sternly with.

Papa Maple stopped talking.

He naturally understands the limitations of thought imprinting—this thing cannot turn people into complete puppets.

They imbued the alien "Gundam" with the idea of ​​"obeying their orders for the sake of human beings".

Under normal circumstances, "Gundam" will obey their orders in everything.

However, once this critical juncture is reached, and Gundam believes that seizing the alien species can better achieve his goal, then he will act on his own, disregarding his personal life and death, and will no longer follow their orders.

Some people want to ask, why not just brand it directly, "only obey them in everything", "only loyal to a certain person"?
Of course they have done this, but the effect is very bad. There will always be someone who breaks through the brand of thought, and it is necessary to exert a grand goal effect.

At this moment, Sir Cross was also stunned.

"You, you, a person of a different species, you are a high-ranking person, you can have whatever you want, and whoever you want to please is whoever you want, and you want to sacrifice yourself? Just to take away the different species and make others happy? Are you a fool?" He couldn't do it at all. Understanding the other party's thinking and behavioral logic, he suddenly pointed his finger at the other party and roared angrily.

"Yeah, I'm an idiot. In the eyes of smart people like you, people like us are all idiots. However, the irony is that only if there are enough idiots like us can you live enough Good!" "Gundam" sneered.

Sir Cross was silent.

He stepped aside and said, "I can let you go, but you can't take the alien species away."

"No, you have to give me half of the alien species."

"Even if I give it to you, can you put it on your body?" Sir Cross said angrily again.

He felt that allowing a thief to leave unscathed had already fully demonstrated his aristocratic demeanor, but for the other party to push forward even further, in Dongzhou's words, it was simply intolerable and unbearable.

"Of course I have a place to put it!" Gao Da said, took out a bag from his pants, and threw it to the other party.

"Put the alien species into this bag. You know that I am an alien species, so you don't have to doubt my strength, whether I can carry it!" Gao Da, half naked, ordered to the Jazz.

The three members of the Destiny Club who stayed behind and saw all this had mixed feelings.

They were very upset that the other party was so heroic, but they were using various means to control the other party.

"If there is no brand, can he still do such a thing?" Birch suddenly asked.

"Probably not, his alien species will make him choose to go with that Jazz." Dr. Stein shook his head.

Hearing this, the three of them felt even more complicated.

Sir Cross held on to the bag and remained motionless for a long time.

He is not willing to give half of it to the other party. This is his family's accumulation for hundreds of years, so he just throws it to others?
He blamed himself for underestimating these thieves. Although he found something wrong, he didn't expect that the other party would dare to kill them together.

If the opponent is an ordinary person, he has a hundred ways to make the opponent give up and die together.

"Hurry up, if you delay, we will die together. Anyway, you hold these alien species, but you have never done anything meaningful for human beings. It is better to let them return to nature. In that case, they will condense out one day! Let better people get them!"

Sir Cross let out a long breath, knowing it was a piece of hob meat, then picked up the bag and walked to the nearest red box.

There is a rare alien species stored here, the kind that normal people cannot activate.

But he believes that as long as he has enough illegitimate children, one day there will be a mentally ill offspring who can meet the conditions.

Then another green box.

Here is a healing seed.

It is very precious, very useful, and can cure many difficult and miscellaneous diseases. Someone bought it at a high price, but he just didn't sell it. He wanted to keep it for his grandson or his grandson's grandson.

It will be more reassuring to have a family doctor at that time.

Then there is a blue box.

There is a prophecy xenomorph stored here, and many people can activate it, but he never gives it to those people.

Because he still wants to leave it to his own children, as long as he has enough illegitimate children, someone will always become a fortuneteller.

(End of this chapter)