Chapter 160

In order to avoid the accident, Luke made full preparations, not only set up a strict defense mechanism in the base, but also let her wear ghost armor.

"Be careful."

Carol nodded, went to the metal ball and put her right hand with the original ring on the surface of the ball.

The power of emotion penetrated into the interior, and the metal ball made a buzzing sound. Luke's face tightened. After a while, he was relieved to see that the metal ball had no other behavior except shaking.

"EVA, how's it going?"

"The brain wave is stable, the heart rate is normal, and there is no disorder."

Luke stopped talking and stood by, watching quietly.

……

Hal Jordan felt that he was almost unable to support himself. His physical strength was nearly overdrawn, and his vision was even blurred. He was chased for 11 hours from 6 a.m., just like a bull being hunted by hyenas.

Yes, hyenas.

The young master Gang is a group of hyenas. They torture themselves crazily. Several times, Hal has given up resistance, but the bastards don't fight. They leave with a funny face, and even put down food and water to let the chase game go on.

Damn it!

Hal punched the wall, gnashing his teeth with hatred, but there was deep despair in his eyes.

Death threats linger around him, tormenting him all the time. His body has collapsed, his spirit is not much better, and he even has the idea of suicide.

"It's better to die than to be fooled by them."

Hal took a dagger out of his arms. He snatched it from a lame young master. The body of the dagger was black and the blade was white as snow. It was a good thing.

Hal holds the dagger to his neck, and with a stroke, his blood will burst out like a fountain.

"the scene must be ugly."

He murmured, silent for a few seconds, throwing the dagger aside.

"It's a pity, why not stab?"

A familiar voice came from behind. Hal was struck by lightning. He looked back. In the silver gray moonlight, a thin figure stood at the door.

It's no one else. It's Dior clay, one of the three leaders of the young master gang who scares him most.

Hal grabs the dagger subconsciously, tenses his muscles and goes all out.

Dior lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, dropped the cigarette on the ground, took off his coat, shook his wrist, and two scalpels fell into his palm. The scalpels were silver white, smooth as a mirror, brighter than the moonlight.

"Pray, pray to your most beloved God that you will not be cut off by me."

Half an hour later, Dior left the village dragging Hal with blood all over his body. The blood spilled along the wound, leaving a long red mark on the road.

Tony came up, walked around Hal, tut tut said, "72 knives are not dead, dead fag, your knife technique is more and more abnormal."

"Why don't you kill him?" Wang Hu hummed

Dior gave Vietnam a cold look and said indifferently, "the young master said to take a breath."

"What's the boss up to?"

"Ask yourself!"

After that, he took Hal to Denny, who was covered with bandages, and stood aside.

Instead of asking why Luke did it, he pulled out a dagger and cut off Hal Jordan's four fingers, then nodded to Dior and turned away.

Gangs have gangs' rules. Luke said that sparing his life does not mean that Hal Jordan can leave intact. There are some things that you have to pay for.

Among all the people who provoked the young master's help, his ending was good.

……

In the underground base, after waiting for two hours, Carol finally woke up.

"How are you, are you all right?"

Carol shakes her head with deep fatigue on her brow,

"she tells me a lot of things, too much, and my head hurts so much that I need to rest for a while."

Luke frowned. "She?"

The girl nodded and looked at the metal ball,

"it's her, also known as the defender, who is a single space warship researched by scientists zamarene for the elite soldiers of the green light Corps..."

With that, he couldn't hold on any longer. His eyelids pulled down and he fell asleep on the sofa.

Luke put a sheet over her and sat by, staring straight at the metal ball.

Just now, I heard very clearly that Carol used "she" instead of "it" when she called the metal ball. The two words are the third person, but there is an essential difference.

Is there a gender in this thing?

Luke felt his chin, thought about it, went to the metal ball and said,

"you can hear me, can't you?"

“……”

"Do you want to talk to me?"

“……”

After a long silence, Luke decided to take a different approach and put his palm wrapped in green flame on the wall of the ball. The expected scene did not appear, and the metal ball was still the same as it was, and there was no change due to the erosion of green flame."With a mind similar to that of an intelligent creature, but without a corresponding soul."

"It's strange."

Luke muttered to himself, more and more curious.

All the technologies he came into contact with were built on the basis of computers, and everything could not be separated from data. Mind technology is a completely different technology mode.

If this technology can be applied to the creation of ghost 3, the effect will be very good.

Carol didn't have a long rest. After only forty minutes of sleep, she woke up. Luke poured a cup of mango juice into her hand and said, "how about it?"

The girl shook her head with a serious expression. "She agrees that I will become the queen of zamaran, but she won't open her authority to me until she ascends the throne."

"That means you can't use it to track vinylon right now."

"Yes."

"That's the trouble."

Luke frowned and said, "is there any way to force the black in?"

"Not at all." Carol sighed, "zamaran's mind technology has a history of tens of thousands of years, and all aspects tend to be perfect. How can it be so easy to invade?"

"There seems to be only one choice left."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and took out a mechanical gun similar to a long sword from the warehouse. Turning on the power, a large blue particle stream emerged from the gun body. The particle stream accelerated and vibrated. Under the control of the magnetic field, it turned into a blue light blade.

Carol's eyes widened. "This is High frequency particle knife

"I'm a little knowledgeable."

Luke laughed, took the handle of the gun and went to the metal ball. "I was going to collect you, but I'm sorry."

The metal ball seems to be aware of the danger, showing a wave of energy. Unfortunately, in front of the high-frequency particle knife, this defense is no different from tofu.

The particle stabbed the goal wall and opened a two meter high door under the control of Luke.

Luke kicked open the iron gate and went in.

The interior is totally different from what I imagined. It's very spacious, with only a furniture similar to an electric chair and a bed that doesn't look very comfortable.

The chair is in the middle and the bed is close to the corner.