Chapter 401： Professor of Arkansas

Chapter 401 The Arkansas Professor

It was midnight.

Fat House The house to which Descartes came belonged to a man named Arkansas.

With the arrival of Green, the huge intelligence department of the Special Bureau was operating at a high speed, and quickly found out all the information about this house.

Arkansas is a professor at the Royal Academy. He is thirty-five years old this year. He is quite young and promising. He is an expert in the study of energizing magic. He once won the relevant reward fund of the kingdom. The intelligence officer has a relationship.

"The Intelligence Department of the Revolutionary Army is really pervasive!" Green couldn't help but sigh when he got this information. If it wasn't for the suppression by a powerful supernatural being, I'm afraid the grass on the grave of the decaying kingdom of Lorenzo would have grown half a meter high.

Green handed the information in his hand to Ruston, and walked towards the house first: "Come on, let's go and see if this Arkansas professor is a human or a ghost."

In fact, by this time, from the normal legal process, there is no way to be sure that Descartes and the Arkansas professor are spies of the Revolutionary Army. At most, they only meet in the middle of the night, maybe there are some shady relationships, or hot-eyed behavior, but no matter what. Anyway, that's not illegal. However, whether Green or Silabel, they don't care about any evidence at all.

Green strode, and Captain Ruston followed closely. He didn't know what Green would do with this matter, but this was a rare opportunity to be alone with his immediate boss. In fact, Ruston wants Green to do something outrageous at this moment, because he knew long ago in the army that the shortcut to have a good relationship with the leader is to do some shameful things together with the leader.

But Ruston was destined to be disappointed. Green didn't sneak in, he went directly to the door, and just waved his hand, and the door opened immediately.

Ruston clearly felt that at least three kinds of early warning and defensive magic arrays were arranged on the door. After all, the Arkansas professor was also a formal-level middle-level magician, and it was impossible for his family to have no defense at all. Ruston was able to sneak in, all relying on his extraordinary ability to drill into it along the water pipe. If someone else wanted to break into it, he would definitely set off an alarm or defend the magic circle.

Unfortunately, these arrangements are too childish for Green. He seems to have returned to his home. After entering the door, he followed the location described by Ruston and came to the room where Arkansas and Descartes disappeared.

This is indeed like a study, but there is a layer of dust on the desk inside, leaving only some traces on the edges, which should have been caused by just touching it, indicating that there are not many people here.

Then Green came to a bookshelf. According to the discovery of the undead devil vines cruising underground, there was indeed a secret room under the house, and there was even a secret escape route under the secret room, which was connected to the other side across the street. house.

Obviously, this Arkansas professor is an old fritter. He knows that being a spy for the Revolutionary Army is not a dinner invitation. And the fat house painter Descartes is so much, even the parents at home don't know what he is doing, and there is no secret escape route.

Green knew that the entrance to the basement was behind this bookshelf, but he didn't bother to waste time looking for the mechanism, so he directly pressed his hand on the bookshelf and the undead energy was released.

The seemingly sturdy solid wood bookshelf was immediately hung with a layer of frost, and then decayed and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, until after a few breaths, when Green retracted his hand, it had turned into broken rotten wood and scattered to reveal the entrance behind. .

Green stepped in and went down the stairs.

The basement is not too deep. It is about five meters underground. It is a space that was excavated and solidified with magic. It is about 200 square meters. There are many things in it. There are test beds for magic experiments and an operating table for medical dissection. , and various biological specimens in glass jars.

Obviously, this Arkansas professor is not an expert in simple evocative magic, but also has deep research in biology and alchemy.

Soon Green saw something that interested him even more. It was some dolls stacked in the corners, which should be the product of some kind of alchemy magic, but Green could feel that the puppets looked like they were made of wood and metal. The puppets turned out to be human corpses, or rather undead creatures! Green couldn't define whether they were skeletons or zombies. They should have been created by a combination of alchemy magic and undead magic. However, seeing these dolls piled up in the corner, it is clear that the result of this cross-border experiment was not successful, at least the owner here felt that it was not very successful, so he piled these things in the corner.

"Who is it!" At this moment, a warning shout came from below, followed by a bald middle-aged man who was fatter than Descartes and rushed out from behind a huge wooden cabinet, staring gloomily. Green and Ruston coming down the stairs. When he saw the special bureau uniform on Green's body, his pupils contracted slightly, showing murderous intent, but then he saw the golden star representing the general on Green's epaulette, and the fat middle-aged man's face instantly became very ugly. How did I not expect that the person walking down from above was a general of a special bureau!

General! What is that concept.

Although the corruption of the kingdom has reached its bones, there is one rule that cannot be broken no matter what.

Any general must be a legendary transcendent. This is an iron law that cannot be broken!

"Come on!" Arkansas roared, rushing towards the escape tunnel at a speed completely disproportionate to his size.

Descartes' response was much slower. He heard the shouting and remained stunned. He didn't react until Arkansas rushed into the tunnel and wanted to escape, but it was too late. stop.

Arkansas, who had just rushed out, suddenly screamed, and the fat body flew back at a faster speed. With a bang, it knocked over the wooden cabinet, and it was a mess.

"what!"

The fat man Descartes, who was still thinking about the last fight, immediately lost his courage to fight. He saw the Arkansas professor who had bumped into a bunch of bottles and jars. After sinking to the bottom of the valley, and seeing Green Shi Shiran coming over, he knew that this time it was completely over...

Half an hour later, the southern part of Steinard.

This is an industrial area and the largest area in the entire Steinard, with dense factories and chimneys. However, because of Green's massacre in Erdis Prison before, many factories here became unowned. With the liquidation of the special bureau, these factories were confiscated in name, but they were actually dismantled by Green in secret, and the factories of these factories were dismantled in secret. The equipment is all packaged into the foggy world.

So today, it looks a bit deserted here, and less than half of the factories are still operating.

The fat figure of the Arkansas Professor stepped on the night, looking a little flustered, looking behind him from time to time.

Soon the Arkansas professor arrived at an unassuming factory in the middle of the city.

At this time, the factory was pitch-dark, and in the shadow of the night, the huge factory looked like a towering castle.

In fact, this is the new headquarters of the Revolutionary Army Intelligence Department after Cypolites led the people out of the palace. It is ostensibly a porcelain factory.

Professor Arkansas came here and let out a long sigh, as if he was out of danger, but instead of going to the factory gate, he came to the nearby fence, raised the staff in his hand and tapped it against the brick wall.

In the next moment, the sound of Chi Chi Ka Ka came, and the bricks on the fence continued to reorganize and deform, and soon an entrance was revealed.

Professor Arkansas looked left and right, took a step in, and then the brick wall returned to its original state in a blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Green and Captain Ruston have returned to the Special Bureau headquarters.

That fat house Descartes, including his parents and younger siblings, was taken back to the special bureau, and the crime was naturally treason.

Ruston still clearly remembered how frightened and helpless the middle-aged couple and their two children were when he broke in with the special agents, when he told their eldest son that he was from the Revolutionary Army. How unbelievable they were when they were spies, until they saw Descartes, they still couldn't believe it.

And Descartes kept his head down the whole time, he didn't dare to look at his father and mother, let alone his younger siblings, and what frightened him even more was that not long ago, he saw with his own eyes that the young special bureau general took out the Arkansas professor's Soul, and kneading and tearing in the hands, as if kneading dough!

He could see that in the fog-like soul, the Arkansas professor was struggling and begging for mercy.

And the general who played with the soul at will, in the eyes of Descartes, has become the incarnation of the **** of death, spreading the source of fear and sin!

At this moment, Descartes for the first time was glad that he was only a small person and did not have to deal with the torture of the Arkansas professor.

In fact, Professor Arkansas didn't last long. About fifteen seconds, or even shorter, Professor Arkansas began to beg for mercy, and vowed to betray the Revolutionary Army, and offered to help find out where the Revolutionary Army Intelligence Department was hiding in Steinard. …

At this moment, Descartes' belief completely collapsed.

As his first boss after joining the Revolutionary Army, Professor Arkansas has always been a tall and stalwart image in his mind. For the sake of ideals and beliefs, he can sacrifice his own life. He never imagined that in less than ten seconds, everything had changed. The original enthusiasm for the revolution seemed to be instantly cooled down by a bucket of cold water.

(end of this chapter)