Chapter 58 Humanoid Weapon 23

[Congratulations, the whitening value has increased by thirty points and has now reached sixty percent. ]

On the other side, the system suddenly spoke, and Yan Sifang, who was sitting on the floor, blinked slowly and asked, "Is it so fast?"

[Yes, it looks like we can leave soon. Unfortunately, that guy escaped again, but it doesn't matter, I have already locked onto his true form, we can chase him directly in the next world and get rid of him.]

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"Those are just rumors." Having said that, Keel paused and looked deeply at Shajia before continuing, "Compared to those rumors that I don't know much about, I believe you are more interested in his personal experience."

"What do you mean?" Shajia asked quickly.

Kiel pointed to the countless clones and said, "Everything you want to know should be answered here."

"The clones here also have the memories of the original Yan Bei. We just need to insert the driver to read the parts we need."

"Let's try it." After saying that, he opened his hand to Shajia, and a small connecting wire was lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

Shajia started the operation under Kil's instructions. The other end was connected to his head. With a beeping sound as the program started running, he entered Yanbei's memory.

At first, a large amount of disordered and chaotic memories hit Shajia's head at the same time, and a sharp pain like an electric shock instantly exploded in Shajia's head.

He screamed, and severed the neural link with the clone.

"What's wrong, General?" As soon as he saw him retreat, Cork beside him immediately asked with concern.

"Are you having trouble? If the message is received aimlessly, it will be a big challenge for the receiver." Kil spoke from the other side.

"Why didn't you say anything just now?" Kirk asked with a frown.

Kiel looked at him and explained coldly, "The general was eager to receive it before I could finish speaking."

"So what do you think we should do?"

"You just need to selectively search your mind," Keel explains. "The brain will automatically block out irrelevant memories."

Shajia nodded and started his second entry.

In the hall filled with dim fog, a 200-year-old man sat quietly at the top. He stared at the air for a long time, his eyes were pitch black, completely pitch black. Even the whites of his eyes were pitch black at this moment. He opened his mouth, and a pitch-black liquid flowed out of his mouth.

The emperor looked at "Shajia" who was walking towards him, and the corners of his old mouth slightly cracked, "I really didn't expect that you would be the first to come..."

"Shajia" looked at him and said nothing.

The skin on the emperor's face began to melt. "I shouldn't have brought you back... this way... you wouldn't have run into that... thing..."

Hearing the sounds of the rebels outside, the flames of anger began to burn from his body. The blackness in his eyes flowed out, melting his eye sockets, twisting his skin, and the corners of his mouth pulled down like a melted candle.

He opened his mouth angrily, and endless sticky liquid flowed out from the corners of his mouth, followed by his chin, and finally his body, hands and feet, until his entire body turned into a pool of black liquid and left the throne, and finally turned into part of a pool of black carpet.

An angry roar rang out from the pool of liquid.

Damn you bastards!

Bury them all with me!

The whole world is buried with me!!

"Shajia" watched this scene silently, his heart calm. At this time, he slowly walked forward, and a silver-white figure flashed by in the mirror beside him.

The sticky black mist rolled over, climbed up along Shajia's ankles, climbed over his chest, went over his head, and finally wrapped him tightly in it.

A ghostly and cold voice sounded behind him, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Shajia" looked at him coldly and said nothing more.

The silent confrontation and the endless darkness lasted for an unknown amount of time until a ray of white light pierced through the darkness.

"Sha Jia" saw himself walking in from the door. At this time, the black fog around him had dissipated, and the spacious hall was divided into two parts. He stood in the darkness and saw himself walking in with the light through Yan Bei's eyes.

Such indifference.

So unfamiliar...

"General..."

"General..."

A familiar voice came from afar, as if a pair of big hands stretched out to pull Sha Jia out of Yan Bei's memory.

Sha Jia opened his eyes and saw the worried face of his adjutant. He immediately felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next second, the adjutant said, "General, the members of Xinhui concealed the information from us. Just now, they issued the final judgment on Yanbei without the general's permission!"

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The lander sped along the street.

Shajia was driving the lander, his face expressionless, but he seemed to be brewing a huge storm.

There was another new call to the adjutant, and after a beep the adjutant answered the emergency line.

A young man's anxious voice came from the other end of the line. "General Cork! The south gate of Ole Prison was attacked by a group of unknown people ten minutes ago. I have informed the higher-ups, but support has not arrived yet. Our defense is about to collapse!"

The adjutant did not answer immediately. He first glanced at Shajia next to him, and then replied after seeing him nod.

"Got it. I will arrange support as soon as possible."

The car immediately changed direction and headed towards the south gate of the prison.

The sky was gloomy, there was no one on the road, and there were only a few leaves on the trees on the street.

The car stopped on the street a hundred meters outside the prison. Unexpectedly, the fight there seemed to have stopped because there was no sound of any gunfire.

Shajia got out of the car, and at the same time a group of soldiers rushed over and protected him as they walked in.

The defenses at the south gate had been breached and the guards had been knocked down, but after a check, Shaka found that no soldiers had been killed.

There seemed to be some enemies hiding in the gap, but no action was taken in response to their entry. The enemies were unexpectedly friendly, and there was only one prisoner imprisoned here.

Shajia immediately understood who was the prison robber. Since the last transaction, he had no chance to see Lance again.

Sure enough, at the elevator leading to the underground room, he saw Lance trying to crack the door lock alone.

As soon as he heard his footsteps, Lance immediately quickened his movements.

Waving his hand to block the attack from his subordinates behind him, Shajia walked over alone.

"Don't be impulsive." He stretched out his hand to stop Lance's action and whispered in his ear, "We still have a way."

As soon as he heard his voice, Lance's aura instantly turned cold, and then his left hand, which was hiding a weapon, stabbed him mercilessly. "Is your solution to just let him die? Do you know what he has done for you?"

Shaka leaned back to dodge his attack, and at the same time did not forget to admonish him, "Do you think he would like to see you take a dangerous path for him?"

"Don't bother me!" The door was already open. Lance shook off his hand and wanted to rush inside. Seeing this, Shaka said sorry and controlled him from behind like lightning. At the same time, a team of soldiers quietly emerged from the darkness, each raising their weapons at Lance.

Shajia said from behind him, "If you insist on forcing your way in, there is nothing I can do. If you are willing to tell me everything you know, then we can work together to find a way to rescue him."

Lance's expression immediately changed as he was restrained. He suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Okay, I won't break in. You let me go first."

But as soon as Sha Jia let go of his hand, Lance immediately ran away. His body was extremely agile and he escaped like lightning.

The guards around raised their weapons and tried to aim at him, but as soon as they found Lance, the muzzle of the gun was forcibly moved away by a hand. The guards looked up at their general in a daze, but saw that he just looked at his leaving back, sighed deeply, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

He asked his adjutant and his men to wait outside, and ordered them to stop anyone who tried to come in except him, and then he went down alone.

The elevator leading underground was still intact and free of any traps or ambushes.

Shajia walked down alone.

The inside was exactly the same as when he left last time. After walking through the long corridor, he came to the front of the cell. The boy inside was still sitting against the wall, seemingly unaware of what was happening outside.

Sha Jia did not go in. He took a look to make sure he was safe and then left.

As soon as he stepped onto the ground, a call came from the new chairman of the meeting. Shajia glanced at the screen and it took two or three seconds before he answered.

A man's voice came from the other side immediately, "Long time no see Shajia, I heard from your adjutant today that you were out of town."

Shajia hummed and said, "That's right, Senior Adolf."

Adolf asked again, "Where are you now?"

Saga paused, then said, "I'm in Orleans Prison."

Adolf was silent for a moment, then he spoke slowly, "So those who stopped the execution team from entering were also arranged by you, right? Your adjutant cleverly hid himself, making it difficult for us to identify him for a while."

Shajia hummed and lowered her eyelashes slightly.

After receiving his affirmative reply, Adolf on the other end of the phone sighed heavily. When he spoke again, his voice was full of suppressed anger, "Shajia! What on earth do you want to do? Even if you are the leader of all of us now, you can't stop the wishes of all of us by yourself. Have you forgotten how Clive died?"

"Even you can't replace Clive's position in the hearts of all people"

Facing the question from the seniors, Shajia replied calmly, "I have never forgotten it."

Then he hung up the call rudely and walked towards the exit, his eyes looking straight ahead, his face calm, but a storm brewing in his heart.

Of course he would not forget it. Moreover, precisely because this incident was engraved in his heart, he could not let it end with a puppet who was put forward to quell public anger.

Precisely because of its importance, he would never let the real murderer escape.

The light shone down from above Shajia's head. He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. In the distance in the direction of the Snow Mountain Palace were thick clouds, and the warm golden sunlight was shining through the clouds.