Chapter 1184 Anger

"Save me?" Allen said loudly: "What does this mean? Am I a prisoner? If so, please tell me which federal law I violated!"

"Hey, don't yell so loud." Fendi put a finger in front of his mouth, made a silent gesture, and said with a smile: "In fact, you haven't violated any laws, and you are not a prisoner."

"Then let me go!"

"This is not acceptable, little lion. You should obediently listen to me. Of course, you will not be a prisoner, but a more noble experimental subject than a prisoner."

"Experiment subject?" Allen shook his head: "I don't understand what you're talking about, and I have nothing worth studying. Since I haven't violated the law, what right does the Federation have to do to me like this?"

"Who says no, as long as Mr. President agrees, I can arrest you here. Alright, little lion. If you are willing to cooperate, then tell me the secret of the Twilight Son, which will benefit both you and me."

Allen said angrily: "I don't know what Twilight Son is, I only know that you are infringing on the personal freedom that federal citizens should have!"

"It seems that you still don't understand, it's okay, I will explain it to you carefully." Fendi pointed to the machine that was clasped tightly with Alan's left and right hands: "First of all, it is my honor to introduce to you, this thing is called a heavy press machine , it can adjust its internal pressure through the brain. Now I have adjusted the pressure ton to 50 tons, I believe it will be difficult for you to tear it apart purely with basic strength, right?"

Fendi walked up to Allen, stretched out his hand and flicked him on the head. Allen couldn't see what was above his head, but he clearly heard a metallic sound. Fendi said with a smile: "As for the baby on your head is my favorite, you probably can't see it like this, so allow me to describe it to you. It looks like a helmet, but this helmet has three hundred Electrode needles, these things have gone through your skull and stuck into your brain. Of course they are so small that you can hardly feel it. But trust me, you will not like these bad guys. Because if I think about it, they will send electricity to your brain. While making you suffer, they will also interfere with the movement of the source force in your body."

"So you see, the heavy press machine, plus this baby on your head. Lord Alan, no matter how brave you were before, now you are no different from an ordinary person." Fendi stepped back a few steps, spread his hands and said: "I Having said so much, you probably have a clear understanding of the status quo. Then, can you tell me the secret about the Twilight Son?"

"I said I don't know!" Allen said in a deep voice, "Is there something wrong with you, or this is a misunderstanding. Let me go, don't you want this misunderstanding to continue to deepen?"

Fendi put his hand on his forehead, shook his head and said, "What a pity, little lion. If you cooperate obediently, then we can probably get along happily for a few days.

It seems impossible now, since you don't want to say it, then we can only do it ourselves. "

He snapped his fingers.

After a while, footsteps sounded, and several researchers in biochemical suits and masks walked in. Fendi pointed to Allen: "This is your subject, Mr. Morbitt said, to find out his secret. Then, let's start with the simplest blood test. He is your specimen , but remember, don't kill him. Other than that, you can do whatever you want."

"I see, General Fendi." One of the men who was obviously in charge said, his eyes would light up when he looked at Allen, full of excitement.

Allen just felt extremely angry that Fendi actually regarded himself as an experimental subject and ignored his wishes. What's the difference between this and pigs and sheep? I watched several researchers come forward, and one of them expertly disinfected his arms. Another person took out a syringe and obviously wanted to take his blood sample. Allen roared: "You have no right to do this! I have done so much for the Federation. On the planet Nether, I discovered the origin of the civilization of the Sword Demon! Interstellar On the battlefield, it was me who prevented the foreign race from trying to frame the Federation! After I have paid so much, is this the reward the Federation gave me!"

Fendi shrugged, turned and left directly. Allen was extremely angry, and the source of heavenly fire surged in his body. Unexpectedly, when the source force started to move, there was a sharp pain in his brain, and with his perseverance, he couldn't help screaming. The source power in the body suddenly lost control and could not be manipulated freely as usual. At this time, there was a cold feeling on the arm, and the researcher inserted the needle into his hand.

Seeing blood being drawn from his arm into the needle, Allen cried out. Not because of physical pain, but because of the anger of being trampled on!

However, no one paid attention to him, only a monitor in the corner of the room faithfully recorded all this.

"And that concludes the report for the quarter."

In a dimly lit room, only a few rays of light hang down. In each ray of light is a person with a mask on their face, and on the mask are the numbers of the playing cards. They are A, J, Q, K and a clown mask. Alan stood in the middle, and he reported the quarterly work briefing to these people in his usual low tone. Here he is not like the president of the Federation, but more like a department head who makes financial reports to the directors of the company.

In fact, these people are indeed his bosses, at least for the time being.

They are the high-level figures and the core class of the Guangyin Society. Alan didn't know what kind of faces were behind those masks, but he knew that any one of them could make him disappear from this world without a sound.

They just have that power and power.

"Very good, we are very satisfied with this progress." The man wearing a painted clown mask said, "But Alan, did you miss something?"

"Which one is it?"

"I heard that not long ago, the two generals of the Federation, Sylva and Fendi, had a conflict because of work?"

Alan patted his forehead: "So you're talking about it. It's just a trivial matter. It's not the first day that the two generals have been at odds, so I didn't report it to everyone."

The man wearing the mask K wanted to say something, but the clown said first: "That's it, Alan. Do your job well, and report to us immediately if there is any special situation."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Alan lowered his head, and his figure gradually disappeared. After his holographic projection disappeared, the man wearing the mask K finally said, "He's lying."

"He is indeed lying." The clown said indifferently: "He thought we didn't know, Alan Bethkind was summoned, and has been transferred by Fendi to the largest prison on the surface of the Federation, the Iron Prison!"

"Not only that, but before that, he also used our channel to contact Cagaso. But the conversation between them was encrypted and we couldn't decipher it. And he also concealed this point in the report just now. "K said loudly: "In my opinion, Alan has become a little out of control, and we have to consider changing candidates."

"Don't be restless, my friend." Laughter came from the clown mask, and the man said, "Alan's tricks can't be hidden from me, he transferred Alan Bethkind in order to get his hands on the power of the Twilight Son. The purpose of contacting Cagaso is to obtain the capital to deal with Ida Huaxing. Our presidential substitute is not easy. How much effort did it take us?"

"I think he should hand over Alan from the beginning. Even we don't know what the Son of Twilight is. Can Alan know more than us? There have been too many examples to tell us that attempts to control unknown forces often end up in the end The tragedy is over!" K said emphatically.

The clown shrugged: "Then what do you suggest?"

"Stop Alan's actions and let him notify Orfascis to hand over the Twilight Son as soon as possible."

"Oh my God." The clown whispered: "K, our old friend. When did you become so timid, and you are so afraid of the Son of Twilight, or the emperor of Star Idahua? I think Alan did a good job. That’s right, if you can unearth the secret of the Twilight Son’s power, don’t you think this is an opportunity for the rise of mankind?”

"I even think this is playing with fire!" K said loudly: "Please open your eyes and see, let alone whether the power of the Twilight Son can be analyzed, just because Alan detains the core members of Beth Kede privately It is enough to seriously affect our entire plan. Have you ever thought about how Horn would react if he knew about this matter? It would probably lead to a complete outbreak of conflict between the nobles and the Federation, and now, this is not the time! "

"Okay, K. You are overly cautious. Yes, it is indeed a bit risky. But it is completely worth it. You can also imagine that when Alan analyzes the secret of the Twilight Son, we will take over this power. When the time comes The young race will be superior to other civilizations in the universe, and we no longer have to obey Star Idahua. We can flatten Agareth, and the glory of mankind will spread throughout all star fields!" The clown opened his hands and shouted Said: "This is the future we should have. Of course, if you still insist, you can only follow the old way. Everyone voted to decide."

K nodded: "Then vote."

"Okay, then please raise your hand if you agree to stop what Alan did." The clown said.

K raised his arm high, but looking at the audience, only he raised his hand.

The clown continued: "Those who agree with the analysis of Twilight Son, please raise your hand." After he finished speaking, he raised his arm, and then both J and Q raised. Only A shook his head and said, "I can't judge which of you is more correct, so I abstain."

"I respect your choice." The clown looked at K again and said, "But even so, I still have three votes on my side. So unfortunately, your suggestion is rejected, old friend."

"Then this meeting ends here."

The lights went out one by one, and finally only K was still standing in the light. He looked around and reached out to take off the mask. Behind the mask was Alstair's fat face, and the chancellor said with a disappointed face: "Not only has Alan started to lose control, but you have also lost control. Have you all forgotten the original intention of the organization, which is to observe behind the history and carry out necessary actions?" guidance, rather than openly interfering."