Marisa remembered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Although she only had vague images in her memory, she remembered it. When she was very young, when she hadn't been handed over to Mori Kinrinnosuke to take care of, the figure named father could still appear in the corner of the sight. In the corner of the memory that had accumulated a layer of dust, there was a photograph that "Father" had shown her. I can't remember what method or technique was used, but the face that was shown was clearly visible at this moment, and it coincided perfectly with the person in front of him—albeit with some time modification and the unnatural twitching of the face before death.

"Brother...... It's my brother......"

Clutching the charm that had been placed in her hand, Marisa took two steps back in a daze. Ge Yiwei, who was thrown against the wall, was obviously seriously injured, his chest heaving rapidly, and Sanae tried many times but failed to lift him up. Realizing this, she hurriedly hung the pendant around her neck, and then ran to Ge Yiwei's side: "Xiaowei, you ......"

"All the people inside are not allowed to move! You are already surrounded!" Suddenly, a smoke bomb was thrown into the corridor, and the yellow smoke made people unable to open their eyes at all, "According to the instructions of the superiors, any resistance is now regarded as a riot, and we are allowed to use lethal force! Give up resistance, surrender your guns and not kill!"

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Laboratory 2. I don't know why, Kazami Yuka always thinks about this place during this leisurely time. After deciphering the ciphertext, there was no way to continue to decipher more useful information about the diary without Sophia's help. The priest seems to have ordered the woman to cut off her help, trying to force her to hand over the diary through this kind of soft violence - but Kazami Yuuka is not the kind of person to give in to such a thing: realizing that the diary has no further effect, she simply burns it to ashes.

Coming to Laboratory 2 to explore has been hampered by a lot of obstacles, and rightfully so. The priest had made the right excuse, that there had always been people around the villa who were nominally security guards but were actually watching. For Kazami, this kind of close surveillance may be a little unpleasant, but the time spent with Ackerman completely dispels the unpleasantness......

Thinking of this, Kazami Yuka's face flushed slightly. During this free time, Ackerman spent almost every day thinking about how to complete his portrait. There have been several times a day when Yuka Kazami has been a model while sitting in front of an easel, but she has never been impatient for even a second: every millisecond she has experienced now seems so happy compared to her own long wait, where is there time to be impatient?

Of course, now is not the time to think about such things. Infiltrating the Johnson Space Center while wanted is a challenging job, even for someone of the calibre like Yuka Kazami. After all the challenges she faced with the infiltrators, she finally stood in front of Laboratory 2, which was a key location. If you think about it carefully, except for Okazaki Sakura, none of them have ever been here, and it is clear that this is the fuse. The truth about the "free stonemasons" may be found out here.

Laboratory 2 is a separate building within the base, with an area of about 300 square meters, which was completely destroyed in the accident, and with the exception of a few lucky people like Sakura Okazaki, almost all the researchers on the dark energy model's anti-gravity system died completely, and the two parties involved in this secret cooperation project - China and the United States - suffered unparalleled losses and seriously affected diplomatic relations between the two sides. It seems that because the adverse consequences are so obvious, out of Eastern considerations such as "luck", the people of the space center have not effectively repaired the laboratory and restored it to operation. This also provides sufficient conditions for the investigation of Kazami Yuuka.

"It's supposed to be the same as in the report," ...... gently twisting up the ash on the ground, Kazami Yuka nodded and clapped her hands skillfully, "A short circuit in a power line caused an explosion caused by excessive current in a large superconducting battery. Tsk, why is this time reminiscent of some unpleasant figure in Sydney......"

The probability of such an accident is quite small. And, there was a detail in Ackerman's previous investigation that no one had overlooked: One of the researchers present described that the device they were testing had an anomaly before the explosion occurred. Those Titans weren't supposed to be in Lab 2 because of some accidents there......

"Hmm. Got it. After staring at the ruins for a long time, Kazami Yuka finally found what she was looking for, "Look at this situation...... Is it squashed?"

If it weren't for the combat experience she had accumulated between coming out of Gensokyo and activating the time machine in Sydney, it might have been hard for her to recognize the carbonized human tissue that had been glued to the board of unknown materials. It's evenly distributed, it's like putting a person on it and applying even pressure to turn him into a veritable human patty. This phenomenon is a good confirmation of the testimony that there was an accident in Laboratory No. 2 and then an explosion. However, all the official reports available here conceal this fact. If only this detail is too small to be negligent...... It's also too far-fetched.

"Before the explosion, there had been an accident in Laboratory 2. Clapping her hands, Kazami Yuka stood up and looked around the ruins, "Then, after the big people arrived, there was another accident that was extremely unlikely?...... Only an idiot would believe that this is a coincidence. ”

The inference of murder has been fully established - but it was already thought to be a possibility, so it wasn't much to gain by just doing that. Now if you want to determine who the enemy is, the most critical thing is the means to achieve such an accident. It's not easy to slap a person against a wall, let alone a whole lab of people. Considering this anomaly, the only thing that can go wrong is the dark energy anti-gravity that the laboratory is studying has the possibility of doing this kind of thing. In other words, it must have been committed by some insider, an expert, or that person has an expert-level power behind it. If the government were to consider it, it would definitely target the partner, but Kazami Yuka raised her eyebrows and used her intuition to lock on to a suspected object.

Intuition cannot be the primary basis for radical action. If you want to get to the point, it's best to find some reliable evidence. For Kazami Yuka, it is too difficult to investigate the so-called anti-gravity force, so it is better to directly consider the cause of the second explosion accident. Following the image from memory, she began to slowly search for the power line that was said to be the one that would transition the current from the large superconducting battery pack to the normal line. It wasn't hard to find, because it was so big, so big that it wouldn't make itself disappear even if it had an explosion. Standing on top of that thing and kicking it, Kazami Yuka felt something was wrong, but she couldn't say what was wrong.

"It's weird. Muttering to herself, she crouched down again and patted the thick thing, "Is this thing causing a short circuit...... where is the superconducting battery located...... Over there. The location of the short circuit as written in the report ......"

A three-dimensional picture was quickly constructed in his mind, and Kazami Yuka frowned, looking back and forth many times at the only remaining remains of the line. Eventually, using her little but enough knowledge on the subject, she set her sights on a certain location in the lab, and smiled a little happily: "The evidence is not complete......"

She was really happy this time. It's been a long time since she's experienced this feeling of "overpowering" someone else. Combat is mostly one-sided crushing – or being crushed by superior firepower from the opposite side and fighting your way through. For Kazami, there's no joy in fighting: Hana's belligerence is based on the premise that what she experiences can be called "combat".

After all, combat is an art.

"EnemySpotted!"

Oh, but it's really not a great feeling. Glancing back at the camouflage uniforms that appeared and disappeared from the buildings and bunkers not far away, Kazami Yuuka snorted with her nose to express her disdain, and then took a slight leap and began to quickly disengage from the Johnson Space Center.

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About a week later. An unknown location.

"Aren't we ready for the rescue? As soon as possible, as soon as possible! We don't have as much time as you think. Saying this, Hua Botao raised his head at the same time and glanced at the date, "The matter of Shijiazhuang? Listen, the matter of Shijiazhuang is also very important." Everything that happened there has made the central government have serious doubts about our work efficiency, I don't want to be choked by that bastard of the military at the next meeting, and I will be seriously dealt with with the evidence of that trial, understand!? Which side is more important? Just as important, I want your head for everything I mess up!"

Ge Chengzhi's situation is not optimistic. Since the decision was made on his rescue, there has been a long period of contact between here and there, and through satellite positioning and intermittent vague descriptions of the opposite side, Hua Botao has roughly confirmed the direction in which he was being transported: after being safely transported out of the Saint-Denis district, he walked all the way south, stopping at a private airport, and finally disappeared there. There is ample evidence that the transmitter has been discovered by the enemy, but according to the information left by Ge Chengzhi's last contact, their situation is safe for the time being. There was only one flight off from that private airport during this time, and it was about to land at London Airport, where the rescue operation was scheduled to take place. But now, the transfer of manpower has become a big problem: the personnel lurking in London are of high rank and precious, and the loss of any one of them will cause serious damage to the intelligence system. In a place ostensibly under the control of the EU government, where von Luknell's armed influence is extensive, and where British independence is buried in the shadows, any sleeper is an extremely valuable intelligence resource. They can't be sacrificed just for the sake of a newbie.

So what should I do now? The plane has two hours to land. Once the von Luckner luxury airliner, which was built for comfort, hit the ground, the action had to be in full swing. But the sacrifice should not be too great, preferably nothing, and not too much for the sake of a seedling and interests that are not too needed. …… Do you want to cooperate with the EU government? Use the emergency warning that the intelligence system has in hand to inform them that the plane has agents from their country who have important information? If they tell the content of the intelligence, it will be a question mark whether they will be able to act, and if they do not do so, it will seriously overdraw the credibility of the "emergency warning", not to mention that it is difficult for them to return to Ge Chengzhi after their actions.

At the critical moment, we must learn to give up, Ge Chengzhi is already equivalent to "death" on the bright side, which is the official news given by the EU government. So, if it gives up, China will not lose anything. Quickly making a value judgment, Hua Botao suppressed the unwillingness in his heart - as he had done thousands of times - and decided to give up the rescue operation. But at this time, a contact window that suddenly popped up startled him: "What, the old fox also has troubles?"

“…… What do you want to do?" Looking at the smiling face of his long-time opponent on the screen, Hua Botao felt a surge of anger. Obviously, the other party came to see his joke, "General Zhao, I believe that you must have your own intentions in contacting me at this time." What do you want to do?"

"Don't be so angry. Young people, it's not okay to be quiet. ”

But you're only thirteen years older than me. Moreover, you are about to retire in two years, and at that time I must open my treasured Moutai to celebrate. Secretly cursing in his heart, the general's next words immediately attracted Hua Botao's attention: "Do you want to save that young man? I can help here." You know, we're a lot weaker than you professionally, but the good thing is that we have a lot of people, so we can cast a bigger net...... In some places, there will always be a few just right people around. ”

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If I don't sell my favor at such a time, when I retire, sooner or later, Hua Botao will use beautiful and swift action to minimize the authority of this institution that he has worked so hard to establish. In normal times, it is indeed the most conducive to the maximum value of resources, but ......

What if a total war breaks out and the military's intelligence apparatus shrinks? He doesn't seem to think that a total war will break out at all. But it's really fast...... This shaky balance is really coming to a head.

One or two favors can make him slow down. A minute can be slowed down is a minute. When he is really faced with that situation, he will understand the necessity of the existence of this institution. Moreover, it is not enough for an institution like the secret police to rely solely on the restrictions of the Party Central Committee. It requires a level of checks and balances and beneficial competition from something with the same function. The inevitability of the existence of the military's intelligence agencies for the sake of national interests is self-evident.

"Notify the 'Eagle's Nest' and activate the 'Black Glove' comrade. After the negotiation with Hua Botao was over, General Zhao frowned tightly and bit a cigarette in his mouth. After taking two puffs, his eyebrows suddenly stretched out again, "Hua Botao wants to know the 'black gloves', you have to kill me...... Hehe. ”

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"Hmm......"

This time, the white on the ceiling looked somewhat familiar.

Slowly opening her eyes, Reimu sat up from the bed, reached out and picked up the hospital gown next to the bed, slowly put it on, and then carefully tied the bow that she had never forgotten on her head, looking back at the sunlight coming through the window. Today is a good day and the sun is shining.

"Xiaowei...... I don't know if it's okay......"

Sadly, these words came out of her mouth.