The captain's reprimand sounded over the trigger's intercom.
The wireless bone conduction earphones implanted in the forehead and deep into the skull are not only concealed, but can also make normal calls in silent areas where there is no network, and the call content is not easily eavesdropped by others.
This is undoubtedly contraband.
It was also one of the deposits given by the very generous "customer" this time.
"I just want to cause some trouble for those rich guys."
The bear-eared mercenary codenamed "Trigger" couldn't help but retorted in a sullen voice: "Now that I say so, these words will pierce their hearts like a thorn..."
While muttering, he pushed open the door without hesitation.
There is no need to be wary of the defensive forces inside.
The induced virus from the Tower of Babel provided by Big Boss this time can even penetrate the highest level of protection "ICE".
In fact, a director of the head office was attacked by the Tower of Babel two weeks ago.
All his bodyguards were paralyzed by the virus, and no one was spared. This matter has already spread wildly among the mercenaries in the Lower City District.
——Even those steel monsters that are nearly 100% prosthetic can't get rid of this virus once they are infected.
Unfortunately, the virus they obtained this time has a self-suppressing effect and can only be used in this operation.
Otherwise, if he sells this virus, the money he gets will probably be enough for him to wash his hands and retire...
Click.
After Trigger entered the door, he locked the first-class door behind his back.
The mechanical lock of the first-class cabin made a long beeping alarm sound and emitted a dazzling red light.
And as soon as the trigger swiped a black magnetic card on the door handle, its alarm sound stopped abruptly.
Although the people inside will no longer resist or speak, there may still be people passing by outside...it is also necessary to close the door casually.
"Captain, that's what I think..."
Trigger explained carefully: "After we steal their memories, we can't jump directly from the airship. If we fall into the sea, we will definitely die. We still have to blend in with ordinary passengers and get off the airship normally.
"However, if any first-class guest has a very high status and is too courageous to risk not catching us and making things bigger, sealing off the airport and forcibly retrieving the memories of all passengers, we will most likely
Revealed.”
"so?"
"So I have to remind them that as long as this matter is revealed, they will be scrupulous by their superiors and suspect that they have lost any important information. At the same time, they may also be attacked by colleagues. In this way, they have to calm down and think...
"
"Do you think that a superior person who can achieve such a status would never think of such a thing?"
The captain snorted: "Do you think you are smarter than them all?"
"No, no, Captain——"
Trigger suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and without even bothering to check inside the house, he quickly defended: "Listen to me, I have a deeper plan... Even if I had warned them like this, there was no way they wouldn't tell me.
Eventually someone will spill the beans.
"As long as someone spreads the word that 'one of the first-class passengers in this group has had his memory stolen,' all the people on board this airship will be suspicious of each other. Even if it is just suspicion without any
Evidence can also be used as an excuse. In this way, there will be chaos on Happy Island. The plan of the 'Monkey Faced Eagle' group can proceed more smoothly..."
"——Being smart."
"……Why?"
"You think too simply, Trigger."
A cold and disappointed voice came from the earphones: "Doing this will indeed allow us to leave the plane more safely. But you have mistaken the most important point - the Tower of Babel does not want to be low-key, they want to be as high-profile as possible.
good."
"How is it possible? They are now wanted by the Seven Giants with the highest level..."
"Because they are not memory thieves at all, idiots! This is just an excuse for the elves to want them... Their real crime is to try to contact history!"
In the earphones, the captain's voice suddenly became louder and even spilled outside.
His voice was filled with a harsh sense of coldness: "Your ambition blinded your eyes, Trigger. You wanted to take away my position, and that's why you began to transcend your status as a member and try to directly support other teams to make meritorious deeds."
Bar."
"I don't……"
"Do you want to take away my position? Or do you plan to become a 'staff member'? Then I can only explain that your so-called wisdom is just a little cleverness.
"——When you get back, you can apologize to the boss yourself."
Trigger's pupils dilated with fear for a moment.
He could never have guessed that the "Tower of Babel" group of psychic hackers and memory thieves were actually legendary historians...
You must know that the study of history is an absolute taboo, and even the noble elves are not allowed to touch it at all.
Studying history is the only taboo, and it is also the only death penalty written in the code. Even just trying to sort out the timelines in ancient literary works and summarize them into books is the biggest sin. As long as you try to touch, understand, and learn history, you will
will be punished by death.
What people know about the past can only be those things passed down by word of mouth... It can be talked about casually, but it can never be written down on paper.
That is absolute death - erasing this person's existence and letting everyone forget "it".
"Every little pawn in my position knows that the Tower of Babel has touched history, and these first-class big shots must know better. They will definitely realize the errors and omissions in your words, which means that you directly prove that 'We are not Babel'
Tower of Babel'. Then we cannot leave the matter of us stealing memories to Tower of Babel... Soon they will also deduce who has had his memory stolen."
"All channels, plan changes. Search the memories of first-class passengers, and notify me immediately after finding the target. There is no need to copy the target's memory, directly stun the target and bring it to the captain's cabin, or remove the target's limbs depending on the situation. Others
All passengers are injected with chronic poison, and the onset time is set to be ten minutes later."
The captain's voice sounded calmly: "Everyone, please reply if you hear this."
"...Yes, received."
Trigger responded hoarsely.
He grinned, as if he had eaten something spicy.
...How should I put it? I feel somewhat regretful.
Is it because I am too positive that I am self-defeating...
His eyes hidden behind the mask gradually became filled with murderous intent.
It's okay, this is not a desperate situation.
As long as these people can't go back, no one will know that he said such stupid things. He can just throw the blame on the other two people...
...As long as the boss doesn't search his memory, he can believe his words.
He snorted angrily and looked back at the room.
Sitting in this first-class cabin was a girl with cat ears who looked gentle and petite.
Considering that people whose souls are small cats are relatively small, maybe that person is not a girl, but a young woman.
She has twin tails, one of which is placed in front of her left shoulder, and the thicker one is placed behind her. She looks like she is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she gives people the feeling of a virtuous, gentle and loving mother.
At this moment, she was sitting on her seat with her eyes closed tightly and her head bowed.
In front of her was an open box.
——There was a gun inside, and the safety was turned on.
Trigger's pupils suddenly shrank.
He knows that gun.
Peacemaker, a shotgun in portable mode. The gun body and barrel can be carried separately. After assembly, it can be turned into a long gun, and its power will be greatly increased.
The captain also has one, which is very useful when assassinating.
In the Sky Age, although the dragons acquiesced to the elves' right to form giant corporations, they did not give them the power to deprive other people of their lives, nor did they allow the elves to compile laws. Therefore, even the "Seven Giants" did not dare to use
He uses destructive weapons to arm his psychic private army, but can only use tranquilizer guns, net throwers, stun guns and cold weapons for them.
Such destructive firearms are dangerous items that only "uncoded people" like them dare to produce, carry and use.
Except for the "directors" and immediate family members who are the privileged class, anyone else who just holds it can be sentenced to three years in prison by the local head office according to the company law.
"Hell..."
Trigger muttered.
...how is that possible?
They were able to bring the guns in because the security personnel were their own people who broke in two years in advance just for this plan.
But this little girl...
Many possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant. For example, she might be the mistress of an underground gang, or a killer who sneaked in... In short, contrary to the impression, she was definitely not a kind person.
Immediately, Trigger quickly felt a sense of fear.
"Fortunately, there is that virus..."
Otherwise, if he broke in so recklessly, he would probably be killed directly.
After all, even he only holds a small-caliber silenced pistol.
As long as we have it, we can bring the captain——
He suddenly felt greedy and wanted to reach out for the gun, but suddenly stopped.
With the last vigilance, he pulled out the gun and pressed it against the girl's temple.
"Stop pretending, you heard it all."
Trigger snorted coldly and threatened in a low voice: "Who are you?"
No response.
After a while, he sneered again: "In this case, I can only kill you first."
Still no response.
The girl still lowered her head, as quiet as if she had really fallen asleep.
If you still haven’t responded to this level, then it’s definitely not a trap!
The trigger was instantly ecstatic.
He reached out and prepared to seize his loot.
And just when he was holding the gun, he suddenly felt a cold, cold pain that was not strong in his right chest.
He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw clearly that the girl with cat ears was pinching a faint fluorescent light with three fingers on her right hand.
The end of it was sinking into his right chest.
Like an engraver holding a carving knife, or a surgeon holding a scalpel.
There was no murderous intent, no movement to accumulate power. Silent movements... If she had attacked her unstrengthened heart or head, she might have died without knowing how.
Even though his outer clothes and skin were undamaged, Trigger felt an icy cold flow on his right chest.
His personal system immediately reminded him that the three lobes of his right lung had been vertically severed by something.
His clothes, his muscles, and his ribs did not block the slender scalpel.
...but luckily.
The lungs that were modified and strengthened because he smoked too much... now saved his life.
At the moment when his right lung was paralyzed, his left artificial lung was activated in an emergency.
-- is an illegal psyker!
Damn, they are indeed colleagues!
"Go to hell!"
The fear that his life was in danger made him furious, and he punched the girl hard on the cheek with his left hand.
The left fist implanted in the steel frame was so powerful that it knocked her off the chair and rolled to the ground. The table with tea sets was also brought down. The exquisite tea sets on the table began to crisp and clear.
The body was shattered into pieces in the sound of shattering.
If it were more powerful, the right fist implanted with an enhanced prosthetic body would be enough to blow her head away with just one punch.
The reason why it was his left hand that was the disadvantaged hand was because the right hand holding the trigger was holding the gun. He subconsciously didn't want the precious weapon to be damaged by the impact - after all, they couldn't have a weapons master who was good at repairing such contraband.
But Trigger is also confident.
This punch was enough to knock the fragile psyker unconscious...
"Um……?!"
Trigger realized something was wrong immediately.
Because it feels wrong.
The first feeling he touched was indeed the feeling of the hammer hitting below the cheekbone and above the chin... He also clearly heard the sound of the cervical vertebra twisting and cracking, as well as the vibration from the fist surface when the bones broke.
"Paragraph sense".
But after that, I didn't feel any resistance.
And it felt like something very thin and brittle glass had been broken, a crisp shattering feeling.
The figure of the "girl" fluctuated like a screen with poor signal, and she turned into a boy with cat ears who was slightly larger than her, but had a similar face.
It was clear that he had been severely injured a second ago... even his cervical spine had been damaged.
But now that guy looks like he's just fine.
...I see. Is it a transformation-type psychic power?
"This should be your true body."
A cruel smile appeared on Trigger's face. He raised the shotgun he had just obtained and pointed it at the cat-eared boy who was lying on the ground. He looked at him warily but did not pounce on him again: "Then, let me give you a ride with it.
."
If you get any closer, you may be injured by the strange psychic energy that can penetrate the protection.
It's better to end the battle at this distance.
Although the power of the firearm may break the glass... but the captain controls the captain's cabin, even if the glass is broken, the airship will no longer sound the alarm.
If you're careful, you shouldn't fall.
But looking at himself, the desperate cat-eared boy in front of him suddenly smiled and his expression relaxed slightly.
——He is looking behind him?
The experience of the trigger immediately determined the intersection of the opponent's eyes.
No, this is just a trap. He is tricking himself into turning back.
The door had been closed by him, and his hearing enhanced by the prosthetic body did not hear the footsteps; the surveillance in the captain's room showed that no one entered or left the first class cabin after the airship took off.
There can't be anyone else here.
"childish."
Trigger sneered.
He hated that guy who didn't say a word or beg for mercy even though he was about to die.
It's hard to recognize the situation. Just looking at it makes me sick.
So Trigger stopped talking and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
In his mind, he imagined the moment when the opponent's head was blown apart by a bullet, and a cheerful and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
——However, nothing happened.
He only heard a crisp clicking sound, which made his back tense instantly.
...no bullets?
Trigger looked down at the gun in his hand in disbelief, confirming once again that it was indeed ready to fire.
There is only one possibility.
This gun is unloaded.
...Are you sick?
What do you do if you turn on the safety of an unloaded gun?
But the next moment.
Trigger's consciousness suddenly disappeared.
There was no pain, but the scene in front of him changed rapidly - starting from his toes, the lens of his field of vision suddenly moved upward.
It wasn't until he saw his headless body and the man approaching slowly from behind that he realized what had happened.
...where did this person come from?
This was Trigger's last thought before he lost consciousness.
"Russell... your mother's psychic power [the missing weapon] is not for you to use like this."
The big white-haired dog, like a ghost, reappeared in the room silently.
But Russell could see clearly that he was not holding a sword in his hand. There was not even anything sharp.
Just holding a plastic straw from the drink I just used.
He didn't even touch the two-meter-tall bear-eared masked man!
With just one stroke from afar, the strong mercenary whose body had turned into a semi-prosthetic body was separated from his body and head.
The young man raised his head and looked at Russell, who had changed back. His eyes became a little complicated.
Looking at his expression, Russell subconsciously showed an innocent and harmless smile.
