Akihabara Pioneer Road Chapter 284: 【The deepest darkness before dawn! ]
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
The gunfire of the fighting has been silent for a long time.
Takahashi South America's whereabouts are suddenly unknown, and the "Water Blue Revolutionary Column" has no intention of killing them.
Other members have long been in contact with Mariko Shinoda, who is in the "restricted collar area", through Kawane Rina's collar whose voice channel has been cracked.
The first thing Shinoda did was, of course, to release the forced detonation of the "collar restricted area" for the other 3-year Group B surviving students. That is to say, from the moment the lifting takes effect, all students can freely enter and leave the so-called "collar restricted area", and they no longer have to worry about the aortas being blown by the roaches on their necks.
Of course, the news was communicated to everyone through everyone's collar, and they were summoned to the location of the abandoned auto repair warehouse in an attempt to make a big deal.
The successful cracking of the collar also made the official lose its surveillance of the collar - Maeda Munko and Shinoda Mariko made some routine fake data and continued to send it to the data center while cracking.
But this method will be discovered and seen by the "game controllers" sooner or later. This time difference is the final preparation time for the girls to launch the final counterattack!
Regarding the disposal of Takahashi South America, although everyone has stated that they support Shinoda's judgment and choice, the status quo is temporarily maintained without culpability. However, a few members obviously had reservations, and there was a trace of killing intent that was not easy to detect in their eyes.
It's understandable—whose heart isn't bleeding when the closest friend is mercilessly beheaded by this demon slayer with a butcher's knife?
It is no exaggeration to say that more than half of the members want to personally solve this **** murderer, but the enemy must understand the situation and prioritize.
The most urgent task right now is to negotiate with the "game organizer", the head teacher, Takeshi Nishino, and the minions he leads.
However, one of the two sides is an organizer and the other is a participant. They are not on the same level at all, and their strengths are also very different. In this way, we can only take risks and use "strength" to fight for the right to speak.
"The Radical Caterpillar" has been assembled and debugged, and even its miniature version, the "Angry Little Bug" used to prove that the big killer is not a bluff, is ready.
The next action is to put the two "chips" in place.
Because of the special geographical location, the abandoned auto repair warehouse is located in the control center-the starting position of the abandoned school has an altitude advantage of nearly five meters above sea level.
So a more feasible method is to allow the "caterpillar" to shoot towards the control center through the pulley device in a guide similar to the ropeway, and then detonate to destroy the target.
After the sudden battle with the hostile elements just now, the eight-member column took turns on duty and rested for a while. After recovering some physical strength, a plenary meeting began to discuss the details of the preparations.
During this period, classmates from other places who were notified came to the warehouse to meet the eight people. After meeting, they still sighed and sighed.
……
Meanwhile, command headquarters at the control center not far away.
A young night attendant stares nervously at a surveillance screen.
He adjusted his glasses, held up the white bone china mug, and brought the mellow coffee to his lips.
This is my third cup of coffee tonight.
The mug is printed with a white dove flying out of a church window, and the back of the dove and the round window frame just form a "peace" sign.
Light shines through the silhouette of the dove, relaxing and calming.
It was this unique design that made the man with glasses buy him without hesitation.
Only by looking at the cup and drinking something from the mouth can he confirm that he is still conscious.
Data and line graphs are boring and can even make people drowsy.
If it wasn't for my beloved mug, I'd have been defeated by the Sandman long ago.
Fortunately, the entire "mission" is only forty-eight hours, and two-thirds of the overall progress is now underway. According to his rich service experience, this time the scene will be completed in more than ten hours at best, or even not that long.
Since the launch of the "Desert Island Survival Game" of "Purification System", the results of various "games" are nothing more than the following situations:
One, the "game" ends early. This means that the whole group goes through a fight with each other and the only winner wins early before the allotted time.
Two, at the end of the "game" time no winner has been determined. The program to purify the system will start the process of extermination, and the collars of all survivors will explode at the same time.
Third, the last two survivors left in the "game" before the end time died at the same time at the hands of each other. No winner is equivalent to the death of all members.
Without exception, all hits.
This time, the "participants" are quite satisfactory, everything went smoothly, and there was no link to randomly detonate the collar.
Otherwise, it would be a bit unbearable to perform the operation that euphemistically calls "lucky roulette".
Humans are really strange creatures, they can laugh in the sun, or they can cry, they can be well-dressed, or they can be cold-blooded.
The key is to see what kind of environment to put them in and what kind of bait to use. There are no permanent friends and enemies, only permanent risks and benefits.
He didn't know how many times he had seen such scenes of lovers turning against each other and friends self-harming in the performance of his duties. It could be said that the "participants" became crazy, and he only needed to show them their conflicts of interest unabashedly. All right. This is much more effective than injecting epinephrine into mice in biological experiments!
The cruel evolution in nature, measured in billions of years, still applies to humans.
The spectacled man is employed by this extremely secretive agency, but it is well paid for it. As for the content of the work, there are stipulations in the agreement, as long as it is unconditionally followed.
He will never forget" the words printed on the title page:
Cheerful! Vibrant! hapiness! is our future!
Well, it's to my own taste.
He was on the night shift with him and was snoring on the workbench. He had played cards during the day when he was supposed to rest, so the only way he could resist the Sandman's attack was to take alternate rests in this way.
Fortunately, the bosses are not around at this time.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll run out of food and leave!
The man in glasses yawned a lot, his eyelids coming together involuntarily.
It may have been more than ten seconds, or dozens of seconds, when he opened his eyes again and found that his beloved mug was not on the table.
Ooooo weird!
When he looked around, he found a middle-aged man in sportswear beside him, staring at the monitor without saying a word.
The handle of his beloved mug is being held in his left hand.
He took a deep sip of his coffee with an exaggerated voice, and then firmly put the mug back on the table~IndoMTL.com~ just the back of the "Dove of Peace" On the position, there is a very incongruent big lip mark printed on it.
The man in glasses immediately pushed his colleague to wake up. At the same time, he stood up with a slap, stood upright with a slap, and reported loudly:
"Report to Chief Nishino, the monitoring results are all normal!"
I then apologized softly in an inaudible voice: "I'm sorry, I was really sleepy just now, that's why..."
The poor flathead beside him, who was rudely woken up in a sweet and sweet dream, was naturally furious and shouted cursingly: "It's really dry! I just got so happy in Wenrou Township, and was beaten by your kid. Stir, it's all soaked in soup! Do you think you are mixed..."
Before he finished speaking, Pingtou saw the expressionless middle-aged man, standing upright as if he had passed the electricity, his face was grim, and fine beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Chief Nishino!"
Slightly fat sportswear is the head teacher and game organizer Takeshi Nishino!
Unusually, there were no roars and reprimands. He just pointed to the flashing monitor and said softly:
"Thanks to you two, there is a problem with the data! This is a duty accident, hurry up and call the police!"
"Huh? Accident?...Yes, yes!"8)
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