00:33:45.
"At the time, I was thinking, what kind of bullshit rules are these that force me not to run around? The pursuit of knowledge is the truth that mankind should pursue throughout their lives. That's absolutely right. So where did you come from, you idiot?"
"This guy who got his head shoved open still manages to act all high and mighty and spout this kind of nonsense..." Sergio stared directly at Carlos and said calmly, "Besides, who told you I came alone? I only need to snap my fingers to summon thousands of troops..."
He turned his head and at first glance, he couldn't see Adam's figure. He only saw a pile of suppressant drugs scattered on the ground.
After looking around a few more times, he finally noticed that the person was nestled in a recliner behind the front desk, speaking to thin air with an expression of deep regret for not having met sooner.
"What the hell are you doing... imitating a wise man talking to himself?"
"I'm talking to a creature you can't see. Um... I just tried to refuse, but it almost twisted my head off. Right now we're discussing the connection between humans and the universe."
Adam sighed and didn't move, clearly indicating that there was nothing he could do to help.
Upon hearing this, Carlos immediately laughed. Sure enough, the Dolphin Hotel had been completely wrecked by 832. As soon as he entered, he was teleported to a corridor where a gay man in a cleaning uniform asked him with a perverted look if he had ever seen "The Red and the Black".
"What kind of top-tier literature is that?" He cursed on the spot and was kicked into the lobby. Who knows what the situation is now? There's no sign of the artist, Merlink, let alone He Yu and that drug-addicted woman. Their presence is completely undetectable. They're probably both dead in bed.
But this thing in front of me looks kind of familiar...
After a few seconds of silence.
“Oh, I remember now, Sergio, right?” Carlos stared at him for a moment, then suddenly said, “You’re quite famous as a special operations operative for the European branch.”
"You killed your own sister in Eoubs and even had a colleague rape her. Oh, and I heard that your entire family of four also died at your hands. And you did all those filthy things just to avoid being judged by the Tribunal and to show them some loyalty."
Carlos said slowly, "I heard from those bastards in Europe that you came up with that idea yourself. Your sister screamed until she was hoarse before she died. You probably don't know, but that video went viral. You can still find many of them back at the branch office now—"
Sergio fell silent, staring intently at the other man, his mind flashing with countless methods of torture and abuse—he had done such things many times, and was very skilled at them; they would always pop into his head whenever he had a spare moment, greatly enriching the details of his imagination.
“I’m glad you know me.” He tried to smile politely, though the observers should have been gutted by Joseph by now, but he was used to it and pretended to be indifferent: “If we meet at some intercontinental exchange banquet, we might catch up.”
"I have no interest in talking to you, and I can't be bothered with someone as heartless as you." Carlos calmly took out his notebook, which he always carried with him, and no one knew why.
Sergio laughed at the sight of this. Years later, when the matter was brought up again—initially, the higher-ups loved to talk about it, saying that he was born to live for Eoubs, had no conscience, no bottom line, and didn't even spare his own people.
He was already numb—it didn't matter. Those things were completely insignificant; they were the kind of experiences he could easily talk about and brag about to idiots.
But at this moment, for the first time, his smile was so cold and twisted. If the urge to kill were real, it would have burned his flesh and blood so intensely that it would have melted into molten iron.
"You're really arrogant, acting all disdainful. The person in charge loves disobedient characters like you. The more rebellious you are, the more excited they get. 'Tamperer,' right? You've been stuck in D02 for two years. What's the reason?" he said viciously.
"I'd be happy to see you wail over those corpses, just like after that accident two years ago. Do you know why I know all that stuff—"
A string of the most vicious curses he could think of burst forth.
"The people in charge will be watching you every second, seeing you devoured bit by bit. Even the toughest bones won't be pieced together here. They'll kidnap your closest relatives—they're already doing that—and it'll get even easier from here on out. They'll make you do whatever they want, cry however they want, and play with you however they want—"
Across from him, Carlos grunted in response, his expression unchanged.
But it was soaked in coldness and gunpowder smoke.
“I knew Eoubs would do something like that.” He flipped through his notes, page after page, and finally looked up. His tone wasn’t “I understand”; he was talking about something much bigger.
"Since we both dislike each other, let's just take action! What are we waiting for?"
Sergio hissed, his previous eerie demeanor vanishing in an instant. He then adopted a lazy, idle expression, as if everything he had just done was merely to create atmosphere.
"Please, don't you think that long speech just now really made me seem like a character? I almost cried. Don't be so cold, honey. Besides, how am I supposed to know what you wrote in your notebook? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
As he said this, he actually shed a few tears, looking as if he had suffered some injustice.
"You really are a split personality," Carlos said with a smile, extremely politely.
Suddenly.
Sergio suddenly went berserk, screaming at the top of his lungs, "I'm fucking questioning you! Don't try to brush me off! I want an answer! An absolutely accurate answer!"
“Wow, this is really…” Carlos said with a smile.
Before he could finish speaking, flames shot up from the upper floor—that's how it happens during an explosion—and a huge explosion came from the intercom, probably from the fire catching fire on a grenade or something.
At that moment, Adam instantly pulled away, flipped over from the front desk, grabbed Sergio's shoulder, and shouted, "Get out of the way, I'll deal with him."
He must have been someone who had experienced a lot of despair. He casually took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and took a leisurely puff: "Two against one, you think I'm scared?"
at the same time.
Merlink, extremely annoyed, smoked his cigarette, raised an eyebrow at the woman in the security uniform, and asked, "Who gave you permission to talk to me with that face?"
The other person didn't answer, they just smiled.
"What's wrong? You suddenly can't speak English anymore?"
He took the drawing board down and continued to stare at her with the look of someone looking at dog shit, thinking to himself, "Fuck 832, she really is an expert at reading memories."
"Then go die."
In an instant, the two sides at different levels began to fight.
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