【Summer Five】Iron City Wall

Military headquarters, detention room.

"He still won't tell?"

Admiral Mordrian breathed out tiredly, took off his hat and put it on the table, nodded and said: "The mouth is very stiff, and I don't know what the details of this group of people are, and I can't find a single hair after searching for a long time."

The senator in charge of liaising with the military looked at the old general, took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, feeling tired from the inside out. "How far is Walden driving?" He reluctantly lit a cigarette, trying to earn some power for himself.

Inside the one-way glass, the prisoner whose hands and feet were shackled opened his eyes wide, his limbs were bloodstained, and some joints were twisted to anti-human mechanical angles, but there was always a wild smile on his face.

"The highest level, nothing." Modrian also took a cigarette, and leaned in front of the councilor.The other party tactfully reached out to light the fire, and the two were silent, only the pale smoke rising slowly.

The door of the interrogation room opened, and the recorder came out, placing a file in front of the general.He opened the cover and saw the diagnosis report of "suspected pain deprivation".

The fingers pinching the report became harder and harder, almost sinking into the fragile paper.Modrian slammed the table with a hammer, and the documents scattered all over the floor, and everyone dared not speak out.

"That's how it works!" He roared, without much confidence in his heart, "Isn't Walden Lake the most advanced and comprehensive network system, even a small ant can't be detected?!"

The congressman has no direct relationship with the military department, so he is the most relaxed of all at the moment.He lowered his head and smoked among the trembling officers, the mist penetrated into his lungs, and then slowly expelled from his nostrils.

A series of footsteps suddenly sounded outside, heavy and crisp, sometimes accompanied by the crisp sound of military medals hitting each other.Everyone turned to the door to see the heavy automatic doors slide open to reveal an officer in full military uniform entering the holding cell.

"Old man, are you in trouble?"

The visitor's tone was frivolous, and his silver hair was dazzled by the light of the pale interior.Mordrian knew who it was without even looking. He was relieved and at the same time, he rushed to his forehead with unknown anger, raised his finger and panted for breath, his face and neck flushed.

"You still have the face!" The old general scolded, "Ask for leave in an emergency, ask for a fart leave! We are working hard here, and you can relax outside and feel good about yourself, don't you! It's very face-saving!"

He was about to poke someone's face with his fingers, spraying saliva all over the place.Wutiao evaded without a trace, scratched the back of his neck, and said, "Oh, I'm back. It's rare to take a leave of absence, but it's still officially approved, why not?"

After all, he didn't wait for Mordrian to get angry again, he took off his windbreaker and threw it on the table, and walked towards the interrogation room.The recorder bowed hastily, almost bending his waist to his knees.

Through the strengthened glass, Gojo gestured towards the console.The workers were about to operate, but they were frightened by Mordrian's angry face, and they didn't move until Wutiao made several funny faces on the other side, before they waited for a stiff "what to do!".

So, in the precise operation of several people, a mechanical arm wrapped with wires was slowly raised, pressed against the back of the prisoner's neck, and then stretched out the probe under five instructions, and simply and roughly pierced into the flesh.Blood splashed, and the prisoner bit his lip to keep silent.

Wutiao took two steps and confirmed that the docking was successful, then dragged the swivel chair opposite the prisoner and sat down next to the robotic arm.I don't see how he operated it. Five consoles with the size of a desktop display slowly rose up and spread out, and the densely packed data began to be refreshed from top to bottom.

"Let's start with the kidneys first." Wutiao grinned, warmed his hands under the searchlight, and quickly typed data with five fingers, tampering with the biological information read by the monitor line by line.The prisoner was still laughing triumphantly, not knowing what he was going to face, but said arrogantly: "You can make troubles, don't even try to pry Lao Tzu's mouth!"

The recorder who was stopped by Modrian was in a hurry, holding the file and wanted to open the door, but the old general held him down, and said in a deep voice, "Just watch carefully. Gojo Satoru is crazy, But we -- both the Parliament and the Army -- desperately need a madman."

The recorder was frightened and said tremblingly: "But the prisoner doesn't feel pain, so there is really no way to start from this..."

"How did you know that guy is planning to interrogate from the physical level?" Mordrian was impatient, "It's the first day? Didn't you see that the mechanical arm reads the biochip?"

"Although every citizen is required to have a chip implanted to control the central nervous system in a unified way-neither the parliament nor the military can really have the right to control and change information. It is a prudent decision. Generally speaking, this kind of process needs to be reported through strict procedures, with many links and a lot of people involved; and only a few technicians have the ability to "change information without fatality". It's never been used."

Speaking of this, Modrian changed his tone, and his tone became very heavy, with disgust and helplessness, "But that kid is different. He is a member of the House of Lords, a high-ranking member of the military, and is proficient in chips and drive suits." ; as long as a sponsor of the appropriate level is present, we can initiate contingency procedures and quickly approve amendments 'behind the scenes'."

At the same time, the prisoner suddenly let out a horrific scream.He stared in disbelief, and twitched from head to toe, as if every muscle was electrified, and the bruised and twisted joints continued to swell and burst.I saw that the arrogance a moment ago was still on the corner of his mouth, but now it has been torn into ugly and deep ravines.

"It's said that five fingers connect to the heart, you are not afraid of external damage, so what if it is directly applied to the nerve?" Wutiao said casually, flicking the button casually, doubling the damage factor that had been stolen into the biochip.The prisoner immediately slammed on the rack with a "bang", foaming at the mouth, and small streams of blood trickled down from all seven orifices.

He screamed until his voice was almost hoarse.The destructive instructions issued from the genetic level slaughtered indiscriminately in the body, the cerebellum trembled, and it seemed that even the veins were bursting with a muffled sound.However, the person who inflicted the punishment has no mercy. Even through the blindfold, the prisoner can still feel the cold and indifferent gaze of the inorganic object behind him.

Wutiao opened his mouth and asked for the first time. "Who planned this operation?"

Howling, howling, trying to fight against instinct.

The onion-like five fingers swipe lightly, and the gear is doubled. The prisoner suddenly struggled in horror, and his five senses were magnified to the limit, as if hundreds of volcanoes erupted in his body at the same time.

Gojo spoke unhurriedly, and asked the second time. "Who finances, who recruits?"

Seeing that those fingers were heading towards the button again, the prisoner could no longer resist and cried out in despair: "It's the Torch Society! They approached us because they wanted to take away the bulk of the subsidy deficit from the pension fund for terrorist attacks!"

With five fingers retracted, he slammed down the stop button.In an instant, the torture suddenly disappeared. The prisoner held his head high, his eyes were loose, and he thought he was dead.

"...Sure enough." Wu Tiao gritted his teeth, and a sinister smile crept onto his lips.He removed the equipment, rudely opened the door of the interrogation room, grabbed the windbreaker and put it on, and walked out.

Everyone stared dumbfounded, only Admiral Mordrian asked, "What are you going to do?"

The door of the confinement room was half opened, and the five tilted their heads, just in time to see Qihai and Huiyuan waiting anxiously in the corridor.

"Cold salad." He said coldly, "You owe me another favor."

After finishing speaking, without even looking at the stunned old man, he waved his hand to the younger generation to leave.

On the way to the parking lot, Huiyuan asked anxiously, "He said it? Who is it?"

"The Torch Club." Qi Hai glanced at Wutiao, who was striding forward, and said carefully, "Do you have any clues?"

Wutiao pressed the wireless earphone while answering: "Pierre, 118% is him." After that, he ordered into the earphone: "Jie, first come to the northeast gate of the military area to pick me up, and then navigate to the Red Maple Area." [-] St. Caesar Road."

Amidst the AI's response, Gotjo saw that Huiyuan was still full of confusion, and explained quickly: "Such a large-scale event is still a terrorist attack, and there must be thirteen bishops behind it. The one who lives in the first district Anyone who doesn't understand what it's like to pick something up under my nose, and who does it anyway - only those who are 'unfamiliar with my style of play'."

Quickening her pace, Qi Hai suddenly realized, "So you think of a bishop who has been stationed in another area for ten years, preferably more than 16 years."

"Yes." After finishing the words, the Blazers stopped firmly at the door, Wutiao opened the door, "Pierre is the only choice and the most suitable one."

He slammed on the brakes and pressed the start button, the off-road vibrated, and he let out a beast-like growl.Seeing that he was about to pull the handbrake and put it in gear, Huiyuan rushed over and called, "Are you going to go there alone?"

Wujo slammed on the car door, and the car window slowly rolled down halfway.Before stepping on the gas pedal, he said loudly: "The old guys are very cunning. If you followed the proper procedures, you would have been exonerated by destroying the body and traces. Where is it the turn of the Supervision Department to speak? Wait, I'll go find fresh evidence for you guys." .”

After all, off-road speeding away.

Being sprayed on the face by the exhaust fumes, Huiyuan still stretched out his hand, and his expression was even aggrieved, "But the thirteen bishops have private soldiers. No matter how powerful Major General Wu Tiao is, there is only one person. If he dies, he may not die. I can't discuss it."

Looking at the gray and black silhouette of the pioneer from a distance, Qihai seemed to have no intention of saying: "Although it is only speculation, we probably don't need to worry about him."

"why?"

"—because he's not alone."

In front of her completely bewildered partner, Qi Hai hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "After entering Night Owl, have you ever been rescued at a critical moment? It doesn't have to be through actual contact, remote support or pre-cleaning will do, as long as it is 'Help in times of crisis' counts."

Huiyuan was a little puzzled, but he still thought about it seriously, raised his eyebrows, and replied: "The scope is a bit broad, but there are things that I insist on."

"Last year's banning operation, I was assigned to the vanguard unit, and I was solely responsible for the trail closest to the opponent's base—do you remember? It was really dangerous at that time. The auxiliary team never expected that the enemy would deploy troops to divert the tiger away from the mountain. The communicator shows that ambushes have been set up on the surrounding roads, and if you go there, you will die."

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the sky was particularly gloomy that day.Nanami frowned, as if trying to recall the scene Haibara had described.

"But you were unharmed," he said.

"Yes." Huiyuan said solemnly, "We had to go, everyone was ready to sacrifice. But when we arrived at the scene fully armed, the alley was already full of bloody corpses, and there was no way forward. hinder.

"Someone wiped out all the ambushes before us - judging from the traces, I'm afraid there was only one person."

At the end, Qihai breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's it." He nodded, "I have had a similar experience—and Corporal Knotweed also mentioned a mysterious person who 'helped' in his report on the practice ground incident."

They were silent, looking at the officer who had long since disappeared, they were all shocked.

"Major General Wutiao's... guard?" Huiyuan chewed these words, his face full of disbelief, "Superior in strength, elusive, and only act according to his orders."

——Who is it?

As for this, neither of them had a clue.