Chapter 47: The Mysterious Organization - Death Reprieve
After the award ceremony of this esports tournament was completed, the first comprehensive exchange of various regions of the entire Immigration One was officially over, and of course, on the other hand, the real exchange has just begun.
I don't know whether it was from the war criminal area, the civilian area, the volunteer area, or even the military zone that a message circulated again, this time the news was not like the last time, so everyone was thinking about trying to find out the truth of the news.
"Hey, did you hear that?" Someone said mysteriously in the activity center, "Immigration No. 1 has lost contact with Earth!" I heard that someone on the earth staged a coup d'Γ©tat, which affected the control center of the moon base! β
"Hey! Your message is outdated! What I heard is that the Earth side has given up the Mars immigration plan, and wants to directly abandon all the more than 20,000 people on our ship! β
"Really!? How did I hear that it was affected by a solar storm, but there was no signal for the time being? β
"Hey~ Who knows the above things, we can't go back to the earth anyway, what about the earth!"
While rumors were spreading in the various activity centers, a small group of people were quietly gathering at a small activity center in a civilian area near the stern of Immigration No. 1.
This small activity center is located far from the rest pods in all areas, and few people move around here.
The group of people all covered themselves tightly with black turbans and long cloaks, and it was impossible to distinguish their specific physical features from their appearances, not even male and female.
There were five of them, one was nearly two meters tall and tall, three were of medium stature and nothing special, and the last one was a short man of only about one and a half meters and walked at the end with his head bowed and did not say a word.
They had destroyed all the cameras and listeners in the places they passed, and even the computer cameras in this small activity center had been nailed through by a tall guy with iron nails.
"I hate high-tech stuff! Trouble! The tall man said in a low voice.
"Humph! It's not all because of you! There is more than enough success and more failure, and even a portable spacesuit can't be tuned! How could the leader agree to let you be an idiot in the first place!? A voice that sounded like an old man scolded the tall man.
The tall man didn't dare to refute but muttered in a low voice, "Blame me for this?" β
"Alright, stop arguing!" A medium-sized man who couldn't distinguish the gender said in a flat tone, "Regarding the issue of portable spacesuits, I have already investigated the inventory of Immigration One!" β
"How?" The old man asked.
"It's not that we didn't successfully recall the permissions! In addition to the 50 portable spacesuits that were given away in this competition, there is also one less in stock that we have already received! The neutral voice replied, and when he or she had finished speaking, he or she looked around at everyone present.
The tall man was a little hairy and immediately asked, "Can you find out who took it?" β
"Hey! I can't find out! A dry voice said, "At the beginning, I was afraid that the military would find out, so I used the method of directly paralyzing the system to bring out the authority of the portable spacesuit. β
"Whew! Let's just say that high-tech is unreliable! The tall man spat the ground and glared at the hoarse-voiced man.
"Don't shirk your responsibility, if you weren't stupid, that spacesuit wouldn't have been taken away by someone else!" The old man reprimanded again.
"That's it!" The neutral voice roared, "The most important thing now is that we have one less portable spacesuit!" Now that the uniforms are not in order, our mission this time is about to fail! β
"Do you want to do it again? Anyway, these idiots of the military can't find out! ......" The dry voice paused in the middle of speaking, and looked at the person with a neutral voice staring at him with a slight embarrassment.
"Do you think the military is really stupid? They had already noticed something was wrong that night, so they rushed to hold a tournament with the aim of fishing us out! The neutral voice paused for a moment before continuing, "It's good they didn't know we didn't raise the suits. β
"What then?" The tall man said angrily, he is the only one who didn't get the space suit, if this operation fails, not only will everyone be punished, but he will not be able to share half the money, it is estimated that he will have to subsidize part of the group of guys who drink blood, "Or we will take those ...... who participate in the competition" The tall man said and gestured with his palm on his neck.
The neutral voice looked at the tall man for a long time before he spoke, "The old man said you were stupid, you are really not smart!" β
Since the military chose to give portable spacesuits to the contestants as prizes this time, it is definitely not to let these people carry out extravehicular operations.
In this case, there is only one reason why the military uses it as a reward, and it is still fishing.
Now the military and the earth side can't get in touch, just because their group is constantly jamming in the cabin, and it coincides with the solar flare entering the active period, and the success rate of signal jamming has become higher.
Within two days, however, that would change, and the stream of particles produced by the solar storm would be slowly weakening, and if their group could not destroy some of the receivers from the outside, their mission would fail.
Just when the few of them were at a loss, the short man who had not spoken all this time said in a voice that had obviously been changed by the voice changer, "You can go to the warehouse and get it directly!" β
"Take it directly! it! ......," the tall man yelled without even thinking about it.
And the old man, codenamed, said, "It's really okay to think about it that way!" β
"Yes, their military is now focusing on those fifty sets of portable space suits, as long as we keep their eyes on it, there will be a chance!" People with a dry voice agree.
"Okay, that's it, this time the plan is formulated by the old man in charge of the command outside the military area, the duck is responsible for coordination, the dumb covers for them, and the tank you stay in the activity center!" That neutral voice set the tone for the whole action.
"Me!? ......" Tank, the tall man, pointed at himself with an inexplicable face and looked at him in a neutral voice, "Second lieutenant! You're not kidding, are you!? β
"This time I also give you a chance to reflect, if you make a mistake in the future mission, you don't have to participate!" With that, the lieutenant got up from his seat, threw a card out of his pocket, tossed it in front of the tank, and left.
The other four looked at the card lying flat in front of the tank in amazement, it was a pure gold metal card, and the border of the World Tree image was carved around the card, and in the center of the card was a huge silver ark, and under the silver ark, a blood-red skull looked at the four people in the center of the activity with empty eyes.
The duck and the mute didn't say a word after seeing the card and left.
"Dead Slow !!" The old man shuddered when he saw the card, got up from his seat tremblingly, and then patted the tank on the shoulder and left.
After several people left, Tank picked up the card in a cold sweat and solemnly put it in his arms, and then quietly withdrew from the activity center.