Chapter 51 Caught Off Guard

"Do you have any channels of contact?" Margaret looked at Chris suspiciously, trying to judge from the expression on Chris's face whether he was lying.

In fact, Corris was not sure either. The only time he had a face-to-face conversation with Prime Minister Amiya, he said that he could come to him if he needed help... But Corris could not guarantee that this promise would be effective in this matter.

He sighed and chose to speak the truth: "I can only say that we can give it a try, but whether Prime Minister An Miya is willing to help is another matter."

"It's not a good idea to contact the Prime Minister rashly. He's very busy, and we don't have any accurate evidence..." Ian pouted, not agreeing with the idea of ​​reporting to the Prime Minister right away.

"Of course, this can be considered in the long run." Coris was naturally aware of this. He said that he could contact the prime minister because he didn't want June to act rashly and put himself in danger.

"Then do we still have to find an opportunity... to sneak into the black market?" Lauren said cautiously. The existence of the black market itself is a serious violation of imperial law. If they also enter the black market, they will inevitably be caught.

"I'll try to get in," Joan said in a low, steady voice. "But don't even think about following me, especially you, Margaret."

Margaret's expression froze for a moment when Joan pointed out her name. However, she would not easily obey Joan's arrangement: "I will go, but you have to rely on me to get in, don't you?"

At this point, Corris proposed another plan. "If we really want to enter the black market, I think it would be best to send three people in, and leave two more outside to provide support."

"Going it alone won't work in this situation, especially without backup. We should act together." Chris also wanted to go in and investigate for any traces of Rui Leisi, so he offered this idea. "I can go with you, and Ian and Lauren will handle the external support."

Joan and Margaret's inquiring eyes immediately fell on Chris's face, but Chris still had that indifferent expression, and it seemed that he had no other intentions, just simply giving a solution.

Qiong lazily lifted her eyelids and slowly lowered them. Others couldn't see the emotions in her eyes. "I'm not responsible for being your bodyguard. If you want to go, protect yourself and don't hold me back."

Ian took the arrangement well. He was curious about the black market, but he would never do anything that would put him in danger. As for Lauren, he knew that with his abilities, he would only cause trouble for his teammates.

"Is this the final decision?" Chris looked around and asked if anyone had any other opinions.

"I have no objection." Joan shrugged. Her original goal was to enter the black market for further investigation. Now that more people were involved, she had no reason to refuse.

"I need time." Margaret understood that now that things had come to this, she had no room for regret and had to find a way to bring Chris and Joan into the black market.

Chris nodded and ended the heavy topic: "We'll discuss the time of departure later. Everyone should make preparations."

Everyone agreed, and Ian removed the shielding of the surveillance system in the training room. They pretended to be well rested and ready for training, and walked onto the simulation machine.

"Later, I will find a holographic simulation room and directly switch the entire scene so that everyone can train in an immersive way." Before officially starting the simulation, Qiong mentioned the future plans. In this regard, everyone tacitly agreed to follow Qiong's arrangements and agreed one after another.

Chris silently put on the various equipment of the simulator, feeling a little worried. After all, the last time he had health problems was because of the simulation training... But objectively speaking, his special condition was essentially caused by the residue of the drug Renexis.

He closed his eyes, and then a blinding flash of white light forced him to open them. He was greeted by a pure white space. This space then, in a strange way, collapsed like a folding cardboard box, finally vanishing. In its place was a runway so long it was invisible to the camera, surrounded by towering trees stretching endlessly... Kris was forced to stand there and witness the entire process.

Joan's voice rang out above Corris's head, surprisingly ethereally. "I've had the simulator's training system generate scenarios, mixing basic training with simulated combat, assigning different tasks based on your physical abilities."

After she explained the training content, she didn't say anything else. Chris resigned himself to running on the track, while keeping an eye on his surroundings, fearing that a wild beast would jump out from somewhere and chase him like before.

Chris ran all the way, consciously allocating his energy to avoid exhausting himself too early. As his panting grew louder, the unchanging track ahead finally showed a different scene—several beasts that looked like lions and tigers were blocking the road.

Finally! Having been stopped by these beasts, a huge weight lifted from Kris' heart. His body, under the influence of adrenaline, gradually became excited... Kris remained vigilantly observing the current situation, his hand already quietly reaching for the laser rifle on his waist.

"Don't come over..." Kris kept a distance from the beasts in front of him and did not choose to take the initiative to attack. These animals, which could barely be considered lions, were maintaining a triangular formation and slowly spreading out, trying to get behind Kris and kill him.

These animals let out terrifying growls from their throats, trying to scare Kris. Although Kris knew that this was just a simulation training, he still felt an irrepressible fear when faced with a personal threat.

He was in a stalemate with these animals. The one that walked quietly to the side and behind Corris finally couldn't hold back anymore, howled angrily and pounced on Corris!

The hairs on Chris's back suddenly stood up, and with the combined effect of muscle memory and instinctive reaction, he rolled to his side, just avoiding the impact.

He no longer hesitated, pulled out his laser gun and shot a lethal laser forward without mercy, and a fierce light flashed in his usually calm deep blue eyes.

Because the shot was fired at high speed, its accuracy was slightly affected and it deviated a little, but it still hit the body of the alien lion. Its huge body was unstable, and it let out a wail and staggered.

Its other two companions were enraged by this situation. Having just escaped a fatal blow, Kris was full of fighting spirit, ready to kill the injured one first and then deal with the remaining two... He slowly raised his gun, and the pupils of the beasts opposite them shrank slightly, and they crouched low, ready to attack...

At this moment, the scene before Kris's eyes disappeared. He felt his body falling backwards uncontrollably, and everything in front of him quickly receded and disappeared... until he returned to the pure white space at the beginning, and the abnormal condition of his body stopped.

Chris was confused. He had no idea what was happening and didn't know how to exit the simulator. Logically, when encountering a suspected malfunction like this, the trainees should be allowed to exit safely as soon as possible.

The next moment, the screen in front of Kris was pitch black, and the system's built-in mechanical voice announced: "System failure, please take off your equipment and leave... System failure, please take off your equipment and leave..."

Chris took off his equipment and saw that several of his companions had also left the simulator's training mode and were removing their equipment.

Joan's expression was serious and alert. She stared at the tightly closed door of the training room and said in a voice that was loud enough for them to hear but not too loud: "There's someone outside. Be careful."

Ian's face changed, and he muttered to himself, "That shouldn't be the case. I didn't leave any traces of intrusion into the surveillance... Could there be some unexpected situation?"

Margaret frowned as she looked at the surveillance footage at the door. It looked like several members of the student union were there, wearing specially made silver badges on their chests. "I'll go talk to them... I know quite a few people in the student union."

Lauren had just come out of the thrilling simulation training, and now he encountered a stranger whose background he didn't know blocking the door. Earlier he even heard a shocking secret... Poor guy, cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Corris silently walked to his bag, took out the terminal from it, and opened Nuhra's communication page as quickly as possible in a state of nervousness, his trembling fingertips lingering on the keys.

As long as he clicks the button on the screen, a call will be made to Nuhra... Even if Nuhra doesn't answer the call immediately, the voicemail will record the content of the call.

Joan took steady steps and stood by the door, leaning against the wall. In her right hand, she held a miniature pistol she had pulled out from somewhere, and with her other hand, she pointed at the door, signaling the others to open it.

Margaret straightened her appearance to make herself look calm and composed, while Chris stood behind her. Lauren was so scared that his legs went weak, so he sat directly on a chair in the lounge area. Ian also sat next to him, typing quickly on the terminal with both hands.

"Hello, we are from the Student Rights Monitoring Team of the Student Union. We have received an anonymous report that some students here are engaging in activities that violate campus regulations." As soon as the door opened, the leading student union member introduced themselves in a formal manner, not giving Margaret a chance to speak. "Please allow us to enter and conduct a search."

"Hello, classmates. I'd like to know the specific reason for your report." Margaret tucked a few stray strands of blonde hair behind her ear and gently inquired about the details. "As a former member of the Student Union's presidium, I've always understood and supported its work... but everything requires concrete evidence, right?"

There were five student union members who came to search. Margaret's eyes swept across their faces, but she didn't find anyone she knew. Her heart sank, but she still maintained a warm expression on the surface.

Someone in the inspection team had seen Margaret before and knew that she had indeed been the vice president of the student union, so he tugged at the uniform of the leading member and reminded him not to go too far.

As expected, the male player standing in the front wavered and eventually told Margaret the contents of the report. "A classmate anonymously reported via text message that contraband was hidden in this training room."

Margaret's face flickered with confusion. "Excuse me, we don't come to this training room every day, and there's real-time surveillance footage...Have you checked the surveillance footage first?"

"To be honest, Senior," the team member who seemed to know Margaret said awkwardly, "We received video evidence. Someone captured Lauren Wyatt returning to the training room before closing one day and placing a package. According to intelligence, the package contained contraband."

Lauren was suddenly convicted and hurriedly stood up to defend herself, "This is because I accidentally took the wrong backpack for storing things in the training room. I didn't have time to change it until after the evening class the next day. What right do you have to slander me!" Lauren was anxious and angry, and even shed tears because of excitement.

"That's right!" Ian chimed in, "Lauren showed me the backpack he'd taken by mistake. There were no contraband items in it. I even came back with him!"

"If Wyatt really didn't place any contraband there, letting us enter and search can also prove your innocence." Another member of the monitoring team who had been watching their conversation spoke up and still wanted to enter the training room to search.

Corris, who was standing behind Margaret, objected, "Training Room 6 is rented by Joan Davis. Since she's not here, we cannot consent to the search."

But the inspection team refused to back down, blocking the doorway and refusing to budge. They were determined to enter the training room and search it today. Standing by the door, Joan was growing impatient, eager to make a move.

Just as a group of people were refusing to give in and a fight was about to break out, a familiar voice suddenly came from the distance: "What are all these students doing here?"

The student union members turned in the direction of the sound, their faces filled with surprise, confusion, and nervousness. While no one was paying attention, Kris pulled the terminal he'd been clutching behind him toward him and severed the ongoing call.

Fortunately, Nuhra answered the phone and he came...Chris could finally relax a little.

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