Chapter 251: The Little People's Vigilance Dimension God Reappears
The next moment, the office door opened, and White, with a gloomy expression, walked straight in, kicked the door shut casually, and looked around his office.
This kind of scrutiny and condescending gaze made Pierre extremely uncomfortable. He said coldly, "White, why are you here with me instead of staying in the Dimensional World Laboratory?"
White's eyes swept across his face indifferently, and he sat down in the chair in front of him and said indifferently, "Stop pretending. How's your research on that so-called engine that uses dimensional energy as fuel going?"
Suddenly, for some reason, White felt the temperature in the room drop a little, and he felt inexplicably creepy.
And Pierre was confused and frowned, "What engine?"
Seeing him pretending like this, White felt a little suspicious. Could there really be some breakthrough?
"I saw it when I came here. The shabby experimental environment in your R&D department can't support this kind of experiment at all."
"Also, I didn't see the folding motorcycle you brought into the dimensional lab yesterday. Do you have a hidden lab?"
White stared at Peel and asked, "What on earth are you researching? Why are you so secretive?"
Pierre's pupils suddenly contracted and his whole body trembled.
A folding motorcycle brought into the dimensional laboratory?
What the hell is that? Why did you bring that thing with you?
How come he has no relevant memory?
He couldn't help but want to ask a question, but seeing White's scrutinizing look, he held it back and snorted coldly, "I report directly to the leader. There's no need to explain what I did to you."
"Okay, I have something else to do now. I need to complete the task ordered by the leader. Are you sure you want to continue disturbing me?"
White's face was grim, and he just sneered: "You don't know your own limitations."
After saying that, he left. As soon as he walked out of the door, for some reason, he broke out in a cold sweat. The air conditioner in the R&D department made him shiver.
He looked back at Pierre's laboratory, his expression uncertain, and he snorted coldly before leaving.
After making sure White had left, a layer of dense sweat appeared on Pierre's calm face, and he turned pale. His whole body was trembling slightly, and his heart was pounding.
Combined with his occasional stupor during this period, he had an extremely uneasy feeling in his heart.
Thinking of the folding motorcycle White had just mentioned, he took a deep breath and calmed down a little.
Then he turned on the video terminal, found a contact on the intranet, and quickly connected: "Minister, are you looking for me?"
Pierre tried to calm his voice and said in a deep voice, "Send me a copy of the surveillance video of me leaving the house yesterday, up to the moment I left the R&D department."
The other party seemed a little confused and was silent for a moment before responding: "Okay."
After turning off the video terminal, Peel kept exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, and inhaling, trying to calm his trembling thighs and restless arms.
After waiting for a few more minutes, a package of data was sent over. He mustered up his courage, clicked it, and took a look. His pupils suddenly dilated, as if struck by lightning.
The beating of his heart was like thunder. His face flushed first, then quickly faded, leaving him as pale as a piece of paper, and his eyes were hazy.
In the surveillance video playing on the screen in front of him, he was holding a piece of silver-white metal in his hand when he walked out of the office.
However, he had no memory of this piece of metal in his own mind.
The surveillance footage was very clear, and his expression was calm, no different from usual.
This short five-minute surveillance video was played on his screen countless times.
Pierre looked painful, holding his head and trying hard to recall.
He seemed to vaguely recall that he was holding a block of silver-white metal and walked into the door of the dimensional laboratory.
But he really couldn't remember what happened after that.
All he knew was that he met Chief Connit, reported on the monitoring data, and then the other party let him leave.
During this period, there was no such thing as a piece of silver-white metal.
how so?
His face was filled with panic. He suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the office door, but a chill that came from nowhere suddenly calmed him down.
He didn't know how to explain it. Within the coverage of the Eternal Realm, there should be no mental energy that could interfere with him.
But he just couldn't control himself. Holding that silvery-white metal thing...oh...White said it was a folding motorcycle.
This made him even more confused. How could he have brought this thing in? Who was behind this?
Who will believe me when I explain myself?
He thought of how traitors were treated within the organization.
His hands and feet were cold and he almost collapsed on the ground. He barely held on to the wall before sitting back in his chair.
"Discovered..." Li Ming watched Pierre's various reactions quietly and was not surprised.
There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the Torch Organization. As long as Pierre sees the video of himself holding the metal block, he will be exposed.
However, he had a plan in place.
"Pierre..."
With his eyes wide open and slumped on the cushioned seat, Pierre vaguely heard someone calling his name.
He didn't react at all the first time it sounded, until the second time it sounded, he shuddered all over and realized it was not an illusion.
"This... there really is a sound..." Pierre's face was filled with shock. In the world of eternity, there are actually psychic abilities?
"You, who are you? Are you doing this in secret?" He couldn't help but ask, looking around the ceiling in panic.
"I have many names, but the one you're most familiar with is probably Dimensional Deity."
The other party's empty, calm, and silent response made Pierre freeze again.
Dimensional Gods!?
He was familiar with this name. There were many rumors about him within the organization. His most famous achievement was guiding the fireworks to allow Coyle to kill Isius, which caused a sensation within the organization.
It is said that the leaders all believe that it is not an ordinary dimensional creature and is quite powerful.
He swallowed, but doubts emerged: "You, how do you prove it?"
"How do you want me to prove it?"
"This..." Pierre was stunned, many thoughts flashing through his mind. He couldn't help but point at the surveillance video on the screen that was still playing in a loop and said, "Are you controlling me?"
"No..." The voice denied: "It's not me. It's this incident that made me set my sights on you."
"Focus on me? You can observe the entire Torch Base?" Pierre couldn't help but wonder, "How is that possible? This is the coverage area of the Eternal Realm. The power of creatures from other dimensions will provoke a counterattack from Balzacs."
The voice was calm and indifferent: "I'm right here."
Pierre couldn't help but gasp. Either Balzacs didn't notice the dimensional spirit at all, or Balzacs didn't dare to resist.
Pierre swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously, "If it wasn't you, then who was controlling me?"
"Shouldn't you turn off the surveillance camera in the room?"
This reminded Pierre, and he hurriedly turned on his smart terminal. The surveillance probe in this room was not connected to the Torch Organization's system, but to his own smart terminal.
Looking at myself on the screen panicking and yelling at the empty room, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and quickly deleted the video.
"The person who is controlling you is the same person you are looking for." Li Ming finally said,
"The same one..." Pierre was puzzled at first, then his expression changed slightly, "Did the leader ask me to find an insider?"
"Who is he? Is he Qinglong?"
Qinglong? You actually suspect me?
Li Ming was speechless, but Cornette did not tell Pierre more information, so the other party naturally suspected the most powerful one.
"The other party is protected by the power of creatures from other dimensions. I'm still looking for it."
"What? But this is Balzac's territory, it will not allow life from other dimensions..." Pierre was stunned again, hesitating to speak, wanting to say that this was impossible.
But the dimensional deity who was talking to him did it.
Is this another dimensional life form on the same level as the dimensional gods?
Why are they all focusing on the organization’s base?
"That's why the other party can use his psychic power to bewitch you."
"What exactly does he want to do?" Pierre couldn't help but ask, "Who is that dimensional creature?"
"You don't need to know. You just need to know that I will help you find him."
"This..." Pierre hesitated, "Why are you looking for me? Can't you just talk to the leader directly?"
"Your leader doesn't have to help me, but you have to listen to me."
Pierre silently guessed that this might be a struggle between creatures with highly intelligent dimensions.
The leader of his own team will not necessarily help the dimensional gods, but will help the dimensional creature that offers the highest bid.
But he has been manipulated into doing certain things, and if he doesn't find out the truth, he will die.
It seemed that he had no choice, but at least this was for the Torch Organization to investigate the enemy's spies, so it didn't count as betrayal of the organization.
"How are you going to help me?" Pierre calmed down.
"I can tell you that the method they used to communicate with the outside world was distributed data decompilation."
Pierre's face was strange. He felt baffled by the professional terms uttered by this mysterious dimensional deity, but then an idea flashed in his mind:
"I see. You mean, he's using our data stream."
"Our data stream is like a newspaper. What he does is cut out what he wants to say and the other party's response from the newspaper."
"No wonder there haven't been any fluctuations in the overall data flow."
"But..." he said helplessly, "This kind of decompiler uses a specific encoding. If you don't know the specific encoding, it's almost impossible to translate it."
"I know part of it."
Pierre's expression was horrified, and he operated quickly under the guidance of the dimensional spirit.
"...I need the Torch Organization now..."
The voice was calm and indifferent, and due to the data compilation effect, it sounded like a female voice.
Pierre's pupils contracted. Was it really compiled?
Of course, Li Ming didn't know the specific code used by Deyes, but he knew the conversation between the two parties and could directly reverse the process.
"Is there anything else?" Pierre couldn't help but ask. This was only a part of the code, and the data was too little to crack it by analogy.
"Not yet. I need to break through the enemy's blockade to get more information, but you'd better not alert them."
Pierre nodded, understanding this. After a moment's hesitation, he whispered, "Can you... help me? In case I'm controlled again..."
"I will build a mental defense for you, and then I will be in a trance for a moment."
"Yes..." Pierre looked excited and prepared.
The next moment, a pocket watch fell from the sky.
Not long after, Pierre jolted awake from his chair, glanced around, then glanced at the time, realizing he had been gone for several minutes.
But he remembered clearly everything that happened before, including the communication with the dimensional gods and the mental defense that the dimensional gods built for him.
No more fear of being controlled.
He was excited and couldn't help clenching his fists. Being involved in the battle between two great dimensional beings made him quite frightened, but perhaps it was also an opportunity!
"By the way, there's also the matter of assembling the battleship, which requires some further instructions." He seemed to suddenly remember and called Zog in.
The hidden danger on Peel's side has been suppressed, and a hook has been planted that can be activated at any time to expose Deyes's true face.
And planted several key hints for later use.
Li Ming has now hidden in Zog's shadow, thinking:
"The assembly of conventional warships doesn't require core R&D personnel like Zog, but the assembly of the main battleship class must be done by these people themselves."
"I can replace the main ship's main gun with a component that looks similar, but for professionals like them, they won't be able to wait for the test. During the installation process, they will find something wrong with the main gun."
"So, we need to plant a hint so that they will deliberately ignore the abnormality of the main gun."
Li Ming had already prepared a plan. Even with the assistance of various instruments, the Torch Organization's warship assembly line would require no less than 10,000 operators.
Assembling various types of warships at the same time, hypnotizing these people one by one, and planting suggestions is a huge project, which is almost impossible to accomplish within ten days.
But the main ship-level assembly uses the core members of the R&D department, which has always been the same three to four hundred people. If you work quickly, it will be done in ten days.
They are basically D-level or even F-level life forms, and it is difficult for them to detect that they are being hypnotized.
"Zog, why are you so sleepy? Did the minister scold you?" The bald old man in front of the large workbench couldn't help but tease, as a deck was pulled over his head.
"No way..." Zog shook his head. "The Minister just gave me a few words of advice. I just haven't felt well rested lately and am often in a trance."
"Me too..." The bald man raised his eyebrows, "Maybe the workload has been heavy recently. I'll be fine after I get through this period."
"That's right." Zog agreed and went to another workbench.
On the ground, shadows that are difficult to see with the naked eye are constantly dancing.
The personnel responsible for assembling the main ship had already been decided. Li Ming hypnotized Zog and took him to find them one by one.
It was definitely impossible to complete it in one day, so in the end, we hypnotized a total of forty-two people and planted suggestions in their minds.
In the next few days, after Li Ming finished spending time in the core laboratory, he went to hypnotize the R&D personnel responsible for the assembly of the main ship.
Time passed in this repetitive process, the Torch Base operated as usual, and no one could notice the waves surging beneath the water.
In the blink of an eye, another ten days had passed.
(End of this chapter)
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