Chapter 186 The Eve of the Storm

"Don't move!" the soldier shouted in a low voice.

Despite Andre's repeated warnings, the soldiers in the first team still couldn't hide their rough actions, which could not be stopped at all - even if Andre was right in front of the soldiers, watching them with tiger eyes, he could not stop their actions. Half a minute softly.

Otherwise? Instead of treating him roughly like this, how about gentle words and then bringing him a sedan to carry him away?

Please! This man is the suspect who killed Captain Kevin!

In the eyes of most people, there is no difference between [suspect] and [prisoner]. Ordinary people do not have any presumption of innocence in their cognition. They only know that revenge must be retaliated.

The soldiers of Poison Chrysalis silently looked at the situation outside through the peephole on the iron door of the dormitory, and what they saw was the scene just now.

Ymer was dragged away without any dignity, with a rope tied around his neck, like a dead dog.

Few people are angry, most of them are happy - fortunately, one person does the work and the other takes responsibility. Although we still don’t know what happened outside, but since the suspect has been taken away, then everything is probably fine, right?

After hesitating for a moment, a certain Poison Chrysalis member quietly opened a crack in the door and stuck his head out.

But before he could make any move, he was hit hard on the head by the iron rod of the first team.

The Honkaimon-like mask was smashed in half in an instant, and blood dripped like a waterfall. The soldier who took action did not expect this, and took half a step back in fright.

When Andre followed the scream and came over, the iron door had been closed again, and only the broken mask and large amounts of blood on the ground silently recounted what had just happened.

The soldier stood there at a loss, and Andre waved to him to signal him to be quiet. The group hurriedly left the Poison Chrysalis' accommodation area and sealed it off again.

With a heart-wrenching creaking sound, the iron fence of the accommodation area was closed again, and then silence enveloped the darkness behind the fence again.

"Hiss... your mother's attack was so harsh!"

The wound on his forehead gradually closed with the influx of Honkai energy. Mikael waved his hand and all the blood was wiped away silently, leaving no trace. He sat quietly in front of the computer.

Even if the communication with the external network is cut off, Poison Chrysalis still has its own internal network. The terminal of the internal network is set up in the accommodation area. The Fire Chaser Moth cannot cut it off from the outside world, and is unwilling to go deep into the accommodation area to stir up trouble. Of course, whether they know this is still a question.

In such a strange and tense situation, Mikael was still curious about what these people would say on the intranet, which determined how he could direct the incident.

"Xixissuosuo——"

There was a sound of struggling behind him, and Mikael warned without looking back: "If you make any more noise, the little finger on your right hand will be gone too."

The man stopped instantly, but Mikael was still talking to himself:

"Speaking of which, am I a little too merciful? Maybe killing you directly is the easiest way."

Hearing this, the original owner of this room began to whimper and struggle again. Mikael did what he said. He was clearly sitting in front of the computer typing, but the man felt a chill coming from his tied hands. .

Then warm blood flowed out, followed by heartbreaking pain.

"Woo!"

"Woo!"

Mikael stroked his forehead, let out a long sigh, knocked the person unconscious, and threw him into the imaginary space.

This is not to hurt innocent people, this person is the secret agent of [SEELE]. If Mikael hadn't stepped in, Kevin and Mei would have been defenseless...

Looking at the screen again, the function of the intranet is very simple. In the chat room with a dark background, line after line of characters are quickly refreshed, like a waterfall flowing backwards. If it weren't for Mikael's excellent eyesight and reaction speed, Otherwise, he would hardly be able to see clearly what these people said.

【Who knows what happened? ! ! 】

[Where’s that bitch Vassago! Come out and explain! 】

[You idiot, something must have happened to him! Otherwise, who dares to touch us! 】

【Is there something wrong? Can you bring us some breakfast first? 】

…

"hiss……"

Mikael took a deep breath and touched the stubble on his chin, thoughtfully.

"It seems...that everyone's fear and anxiety have decreased instead of increasing since Ymer was taken away?"

This was something Mikael didn't expect...

But he soon realized that his understanding of these serious criminals was really insufficient...

It is best for people to do some warm-up exercises before exercising, and for these poisonous chrysalis, those words just now are just standard warm-up exercises.

As the chatterbox slowly opened, everyone was getting better and better, and all kinds of dirty words came out. Those words, Mikael couldn't bear to see, couldn't bear to hear, and didn't dare to think about, so naturally No more paraphrasing.

What's even more outrageous is that, through the thick wall, starting with a roar, Mikael heard a sound that seemed familiar in his memory - almost at the same time as several violent hammer blows, it was "crackling" or something. The sound of flowers falling to the ground.

Is this... smashing the keyboard?

Mikael turned to look at the screen again. A series of excessive words flashed in front of him. This time, he really couldn't see clearly.

Why is this happening?

This may be the social nature of human beings.

A person's anger is insignificant after all. Even if he is so angry that he loses his mind, he will eventually be forced to wake up under the control of reason.

However, when a person finds that everyone he knows, everyone, and the entire organization he is in, are all exuding the same anger as him, that rationality is like a thin fuse that will burn out once it burns.

After all, compared to rationality, the so-called anger, this overly emotional emotion, is truly driven by human, or animal instinct.

But it's not enough.

Mikael pulled off a long stubble.

What he wanted was a storm. Now the poisonous pupa is at most cloudy, and there is no wind.

Coincidentally, the task assigned by [SEELE] to the original owner of this dormitory is the same: [Please sacrifice yourself if necessary and cause bloody conflict].

Sure enough, anger alone is not enough.

It is also instinct, and there is a priority inside. What is the highest instinct - the desire to survive.

No way, no way...

He sighed lightly.

His right fist loosened and clenched, clenched and loosened, as if reflecting his hesitation.

But since he had already done this, casualties were inevitable.

Moreover, he had even completed the preparations for the next step!

It was just that for Mikael, it was easier to convince himself and make himself feel at ease with the latter than to hurt someone with his own hands or indirectly.

In the end, he still had to bring out the most shameless and effective interface——

[As long as the goal is achieved, all these sacrifices are worth it! 】

"Hmph..."

The day passed unknowingly, during which time, the Fire Chaser seemed to have finally remembered his mistakes in work and sent lunch and dinner to the Poison Pupa at once.

In fact, it was the compressed biscuits of the wartime quota, because according to the order originally given by Vashak, except for the martial law troops and a few departments, all personnel stopped working, naturally including the cafeteria.

Hen did not correct this, and the reason was very simple - chewing biscuits only made his tongue and stomach bitter, and if the canteen with complicated personnel was allowed to work when the situation was not clear, if someone really poisoned it, the situation would escalate again.

But the members of the Poison Pupa did not know this, and some of them quarreled with the soldiers of the first squad for a long time through the iron door of the dormitory.

One dared not go out, and the other could not come in.

Mikael peeped through the cat's eye.

Until late at night...

The straight corridor was not an ideal hiding place, but some people could hide their figures in the shadows of the dim fluorescent light.

No one knew how the Poison Pupa opened the iron fence and rushed out.

He beat down more than a dozen soldiers of the first squad along the way. Naturally, the other soldiers could not watch him escape, and they pulled the trigger one after another, but he went around behind the mecha and blocked the bullets for him with the mecha that turned slowly.

But that was the end. Just as he was about to climb into the air conditioning duct by stepping on the shoulder of the mecha, he was a little slow and was pulled down by the mecha under his feet.

The mecha and soldiers immediately surrounded the man, but he took out a grenade that he got from nowhere.

After a violent explosion, the man and three soldiers of the first team who were unable to escape were blown into pieces on the spot, and more than a dozen soldiers were injured to varying degrees.

It is naturally difficult to leave a complete body in the explosion, but perhaps because of good luck, the first team picked up a small piece of little finger in the pile of corpses.