ebonymovies Chapter 273 Fear
Chapter 273 Fear
Chapter 273 Fear
Thousand Faces…? !
Yanjiat suddenly took a step back.
Coat, visor, red optical sensor.
This is Qianmian himself? !
Yanjiate's heartbeat accelerated for a while, and Qianmian's name in the Heiling area had already spread throughout the world of constructors.Destroying Yezhou city is not something ordinary terrorists can do.
The sluggish brain that had just woken up began to recall scenes full of killings and fire. If these terrifying armed forces were exposed to the world of constructors, he believed that the "big name" would soon become a "bad name".
So, why does the other party want to see me?
Watching Yanjiat sit down with a changing expression, Turing saw obvious traces of panic in the other's eyes. It seems that tonight's experience has left some indelible memories in the heart of this criminal at the level of a Tekker invader.
"The famous Thousand Faces... Banga people are poor. What do you want from us? If it's Hellgate, then I think you've got the wrong person, us and Hellgate..."
"This has nothing to do with the gate of hell, it's you, Mr. Yangart, you have been chosen."
"Select...?"
"You are now 3000 meters underground in Yezhou, my base." The gray fox's mask flashed red.
If not, he showed more surprise to Yangart, and Turing continued: "But I need to build a new base in Banga, and this needs a person who leads the way. You have been chosen, Mr. Yangart."
Banga…
Yangart understood.
Another "chess player" who is about to enter the Banga battlefield to participate in the game.
Banga, the testing ground for capital armed forces, the game field for proxy wars, the value of this country is immeasurable, but it is the value as a battlefield, and it definitely does not belong to the Banga people.
Yanjiat used to work for one such "chess player".
Thinking of this, Yanjiat gave a low, miserable laugh: "Another...your monsters and soldiers are indeed very suitable for my hometown...In my situation, I may not be able to refuse you, but why do you use such a method? , you killed my people, and they are all from my hometown, they are Banga people..."
"In Yezhou, Banga people are not welcome. To you, they are the people, your colleagues and compatriots. I can understand your feelings. But to Yezhou, they are a cancer, but to me They are worthless, so I don't care about their death. Mr. Yangart, have you counted how many people in your smuggling gang have committed rape, intentional injury, maiming, etc., which are enough to be called crimes? ?"
Yanjiat was silent for two seconds, staring at the gray fox mask: "You are also a cancer."
Turing smiled.
"Corporate war is about to break out, I'm just making sure I'm capable of surviving the catastrophe, we all are, Mr. Yangart. If you like the word cancer, there's nothing wrong with it, because it is. But... "
Turing spread his hands.
"As a 'cancer', we should stay away from philosophical issues and talk about some serious business."
"What do you want me to do." Yanjiat said in a deep voice.
"Take our people, return to your hometown, and then you will become us."
The implication is: I want wasteland.
Yanjiat took a deep breath: "It seems that I have no choice..."
Ouch!
Suddenly, he dug his claws into his chest——
"I have no choice, but I can make my hometown one less executioner..."
Turing tilted his head, his body straightened for a moment, but he didn't move too much.
In the dense sound of mechanical expansion, Yanjiat felt a strong force coming from his arm.
In his shocked gaze, a black and shiny mechanical tentacles wrapped tightly around his arm and pushed it out forcefully.
Yanjiate's face was bulging with veins, and the entangled prosthetic made a soft "creak" sound, but he made no progress.
His construct was blocked, but what frightened him even more was the tentacle in his body.
"This is... what is this thing?!"
"It's a good thing I don't have abusive tendencies, or I might enjoy everyone's horror at having that extra part of their body..."
As Turing said, the sub-body in Yanjat's body had tightened it, making it impossible to move, let alone commit suicide.
"To be honest, I have seen many hosts. Their reactions are similar, but some of them have obvious differences. But you are the first one to commit suicide. This makes me understand you better, Mr. Yangart."
Yanjiat opened his eyes wide, glaring at Qianmian.
"After you enter here, you have no choice, Mr. Yangart. But I don't like to control my future subordinates like controlling dolls, so I usually give them promises and choices."
Yangart was silent, Turing didn't care, and continued:
"You can inject overdose of hallucinogens into the locals you recruited to provide your people with a chance to escape. Although you are cruel, you cherish your race and country very much. In a sense, you are barely a protector. Since In this way, follow me, I can promise you strength, troops, technology, let you protect your precious Banga, and all you have to pay is to obey all my orders."
"Then let a cancer like you enter my country and pull everything into an abyss-like all-out war? It's simply contradictory!" Yanjiate gritted his teeth.
"Now there is no difference between Banga and Total War. You have seen my troops. You should understand that any one of them can easily kill a Tek Corruptor like you. So why don't you go to Thinking in a good direction, may I be able to save Banga in the flames of war?"
Yanjiat immediately sneered: "Only by you? Your pets and freaks?"
Turing tilted his head: "It's just a possible statement, Mr. Yangart. What I have to remind you is that I can control your body, just like this."
Before Yanjiat had time to sneer again, he saw himself stretching out his hand uncontrollably, watching Gray Fox put a rectangular-cut technological pistol in his palm.
"I can still control you and kill your subordinates with my own hands."
Yanjiat's eyes widened, and he watched as he took the gun, crossed Qianmian's shoulder, and pointed it at the cronies named Tim who was opposite the cell. Facing the square muzzle, the other party showed a look of fear. :
"Mr. Yangart, you..."
Yanjat gritted his teeth, struggling to break free from the control of the daughter body, but the current daughter body is enough to connect the nerves, and the ultra-miniature Seiko has achieved a near-total takeover between the constructs, and he can only watch in vain. He put his hand on the trigger.
For Yanjat, there is no more terrifying execution than this—killing the person he protects with his own hands.
"Make a choice, Mr. Yangart."
The scarlet electronic eyes flickered slightly, Yanjiat was dripping with cold sweat, roaring crazily in his heart, while the construct trembled violently, he pulled the trigger with his fingers.
(End of this chapter)