Chapter 270 Black Spots
Looking at the magnificent conference room door in front of him, Olaya's tension reached its peak.
What would be waiting for him behind the door? Torture? Or the experimenter who was responsible for brainwashing him?
What was the meaning of the half-smile on Senator Nabi's face just now?
"Captain Olaya, please come in."
Senator Nabi's voice sounded, interrupting Olaya's thoughts.
Before he could completely come to his senses, the tightly closed conference room door suddenly opened.
All his guesses were gone.
There was no torture, and no experimenters.
In the bright conference room, there was only an exaggeratedly large conference round table and a sturdy fellow.
It was a blue-skinned giant salamander with irregular mutated tumors on its limbs and back.
He sat quietly in the chair, his eyes slightly closed, and there was no extra expression on his face.
Olaya knew him. In fact, almost all the people of the Swamp Abyss civilization knew the man in front of him.
He was the chairman of the Swamp Abyss Civilization Council and the most powerful individual in the Swamp Abyss Civilization.
Under Olaya's gaze, the tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing the eyeballs covered by a hard eye membrane.
Under the translucent hard eye membrane, some tiny black spots began to move rapidly, like frightened insects.
In just a moment, these tiny black spots completely disappeared, leaving only a slowly opening light yellow hard eye membrane.
Olaya shuddered violently, and a trace of fear involuntarily emerged in his eyes.
Although those black spots disappeared quickly, Olaya, who had been watching the chairman of the senator, could see it very clearly!
What are those black spots that dissipated quickly?
Could it be that these things are controlling the senators in the chamber?
Countless confusions flashed through Olaya's mind in an instant.
"Captain Olaya."
A deep and hoarse voice came from the front, interrupting Olaya's thoughts again.
He raised his head and met the calm eyes of the senator.
Olaya subconsciously avoided the gaze of the chairman of the senator. He lowered his eyelids, trying to hide the fear in his eyes as much as possible, and then leaned forward slightly and saluted the chairman of the senator in front of him: "Mr. Chairman."
"Come in and sit down."
The chairman's voice was without any emotional fluctuations, like a pool of stagnant water: "Don't be nervous, I just want to confirm with you about the population migration route."
Olaya swallowed hard.
I guess the chairman of the senator himself doesn't believe this, right?
But seeing the chairman of the senator waving at him, Olaya could only bite the bullet and drag his cramped right leg and limp into the meeting room.
The huge conference round table was empty, and the only empty chair was next to the chairman of the senator.
"Come."
The chairman of the senator waved to him stiffly, looking like a puppet controlled by something.
Bang!
The door behind him slammed shut, making the atmosphere in the meeting room more tense and weird.
I am dying, dying, dying...
Olaya quickly looked around, and after finding that the conference room was a completely enclosed space, he could only move towards the gorgeous chair next to the chairman of the council with a dead look on his face.
"Captain Olaya."
Just as Olaya's buttocks touched the chair, the chairman of the council's calm voice sounded again: "Member Baroka met with you just now, right?"
Olaya's eyes suddenly widened, and the horror in his heart quickly climbed to a new height!
He stood up in panic and poured out the words he had prepared in his mind like beans: "Mr. Chairman, please believe me!"
"I absolutely did not agree to any request from Councillor Baroka!"
"I unconditionally support the decision made by the Council. The population migration plan is harmful to the Swamp Civilization..."
Councillor: "......?"
"You...what did you just say?"
Olaya realized that he had said the wrong thing and his face froze: "No, no, no...I mean it is beneficial and not harmful!"
"Mr. Chairman, you must believe me!!"
As he said this, Olaya trembled slightly and cried about what Councillor Baroka had done.
"Preemptive Strike"
Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, the Councillor fell into silence.
This script...
seems to be different from what he expected?
In just a few seconds, several thoughts flashed through the Councillor's mind.
Forget it, just to be safe, let's act according to the original plan.
Thinking of this, the chairman of the council struggled to stand up from the spacious and gorgeous chair, raised his right hand full of deformed tumors and gently placed it on Olaya's shoulder.
"I understand."
The chairman of the council's steady voice rang out in the meeting room: "Don't worry, the council will not wrongly accuse you."
"The reason why I called you to discuss the new escort route is because I took into account the problem of Councillor Baroka."
"I'm worried that Baroka will do something irrational in a moment of impulse..."
Olaya wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and quickly glanced at the chairman of the council.
It seems...
the effect of his doing this is quite good?
Olaya breathed a sigh of relief and followed the chairman's movements to sit down on the chair.
"I am willing to believe you, but..." The voice of the chairman of the senator continued, "The population migration plan cannot fail. For the sake of the Swamp Abyss civilization, Captain Olaya may need you to suffer some grievances."
As soon as the voice fell, a powerful force came from the shoulder, forcibly pressing his body on the gorgeous chair.
The next second, dense black matter gushed out from the inside of the chair and sprinkled directly on Olaya's body!
Olaya was horrified: "Chairman, you..."
Before the voice fell, these black substances flowed up along his body and completely wrapped his head with lightning speed.
The words that had not yet been spoken turned into a series of dull hesitating sounds.
After a few seconds, the black matter gradually decreased.
Watching the last bit of black matter drill into the ear holes on both sides of Olaya's cheeks, the chairman of the senator slowly let go of his right hand that was pinching Olaya's shoulders tightly.
At this time, Olaya's eyes were closed, and his body muscles were constantly trembling at a strange frequency.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and sat back in his seat again.
"Go ahead."
"A week later, the fifth population migration plan will be officially launched, and you will be responsible for the escort mission."
"Remember, you must deliver the transport fleet to the destination."
The frequency of Olaya's muscle tremors gradually decreased, and finally, under the gaze of the Senate Chairman, he slowly opened his eyes.
Under the translucent, light yellow hard eye mask, black spots disappeared in an instant.
"I understand."
Olaya replied in a voice without any ups and downs.
...
On the other side, in the cockpit of the starship.
The holographic projection was playing the scene of Olaya crying.
Well...
it was still a 360-degree stereo surround ultra-clear picture.
Chen Fan glanced at the silent Senator Baroka beside him with a strange look.
Since Olaya began to swear allegiance to the Senate Chairman, Baroka seemed to have been hit by Morgana and Garen's Q at the same time, and fell into a long state of confinement and silence.
"Ahem!"
Chen Fan coughed lightly and said to himself, "I didn't expect that Captain Olaya... is quite talented in acting, huh?"
"I..." Baroka opened his mouth, but couldn't say a complete sentence, "He..."
Seeing that Baroka's skin color gradually turned to gray-blue, Chen Fan hurriedly changed the subject.
"Calm down, think about it from another angle, at least he didn't give me away, right?"
Baroka: "..."
Does this have anything to do with him?
It's really murderous and heartbreaking!
"Forget it, forget it..." Baroka sighed gloomily as if he had thought of something. "Since I made this decision, I have been prepared to be executed by the Council."
Chen Fan raised his eyebrows: "That's not necessarily the case."
Baroka raised his head suddenly and looked at Chen Fan in surprise: "You...are you going to help me?"
"I haven't thought about it yet." Chen Fan looked at the holographic projection without comment. "Whether I can help you or not depends on what your chairman of the council will do next."
As he spoke, a trace of worry flashed in Chen Fan's eyes - what exactly was the black spot that flashed in the eyes of the chairman of the council?
Like Olaya, Chen Fan and his group far away in the starship also saw the creepy scene.
Baroka nodded as if he understood, and cast his eyes on the holographic projection in front of him again.
In the projection, the tall chairman of the council had stood up and put his right hand full of tumors on Olaya's shoulder.
"Ah..."
Isha's disdainful voice came from the side: "The degree of mutation of this councillor is quite serious. It seems that he drinks a lot of star sand!"
Hearing this, Baroka's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion.
Star sand? What does this mutation have to do with star sand? Isn't this mutation caused by radiation?
"Oh, I forgot to tell you."
Chen Fan stared at the picture in the holographic projection intently, and said casually: "The investigation results show that there is not much radiation inside your galaxy. The so-called gene mutation is actually the sequelae of taking a large amount of star sand."
"What?!"
"Fuck! What the hell is this?!"
Baroka and Chen Fan jumped up from their seats in the starship at the same time.
However, the former was shocked by Chen Fan's words, while the latter was shocked by the broadcast picture in the holographic projection.
Baroka hurriedly turned his head to look at the holographic projection.
The moment he saw that Olaya's giant salamander head was completely wrapped in an unknown black substance, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What is this?!"
[Preliminary judgment is a nano-mechanical cluster. 】
At almost the same time, Yi's electronic synthesized voice also sounded in the cockpit: [Different from the nanoworms found on Varela, this nanomechanical cluster has a higher technological content and is smaller in size. 】
"Fuck!"
Watching the black substance constantly drilling into Olaya's ear, Chen Fan cursed with an ugly face: "What the hell is this!"
He turned his head to look at Baroka, who had a dull look.
"Congratulations."
"At present, it seems that you will not be executed by the Council."
(End of this chapter)
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