Baker explained, "I've done my best, at least I've successfully resisted the mind mantis's mind reading. ”

"Resist his mind-reading? How do you do it? Snake asked.

"I had some kind of chip surgically implanted in my brain." Baker uttered a crucial piece of information that directly influenced Snake's judgment.

"What chip?"

"It can act as a kind of insulating protection, and anyone who knows such secrets will have to undergo this surgery."

"Including Director Anderson?"

"Of course!"

"Damn it! Director Anderson says that the Psychic Mantis uses mind reading to get his password. At this point, Snake can already determine that Anderson is pretending to be an "octopus", because the existence of the chip shows that the previous "Anderson" lied.

"Are you sure you heard me right?" Baker asked, surprised.

"There's no mistake, how did they get your password?" Snake asked.

"I've never learned how to endure torture," Baker said with a bitter face......

"I can see that the bobcat has indeed found a lot of fun in you." Snake had already seen the torture marks on Baker's body and quipped.

"He's not human, you haven't seen how happy he was when he tortured me......" Baker looked terrified.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

"He interrupted ......"

"You're still taking advantage of it, his hand is severed......" Snake raised his eyebrows, describing the incident in a mocking tone.

"You're funny...... Director Anderson, is he okay? ”

"He's dead."

"What? He's dead? How can that be, Jim...... Don't all the things you've said count? Do you want to kill me with you?! ”

"Calm down, what's wrong with you? I said I was here to save you, I didn't kill Director Anderson, he died of a heart attack. ”

"Huh? Heart disease? Don't say stupid things......"

"Anyway, now both passwords are in their hands, right?"

"Those people are crazy, if they really want to launch a nuclear bomb, they won't be relentless!" Baker said hatefully.

"I agree, but what is their purpose?" Snake asked.

"Who knows? Maybe they, like us, are always afraid that the world will not be chaotic. "Baker is an arms dealer and has an arms dealer mindset.

"Now I'm going to stop these war maniacs! Do you still have those key cards? ”

"Key cards?"

"Cancel the keycard for the launch, I know you have." Snake said, referring to the PAL card, the nuclear bomb insurance.

"There is no ...... anymore"

"What? So who has? Don't tell me I'm a terrorist again! Snake's face changed, and if he lost his insurance, things would be in trouble

"In the woman's hands."

"Woman?! Which woman? ”

"A female soldier who went to prison with me."

"Female soldiers...... That must be ......" Snake fell into memory, remembering the rookie girl with her hips swinging from side to side.

"She said she was a new recruit and was imprisoned for refusing to join the rebellion." Baker said.

"She's a recruit? Could it be the colonel's niece? Snake remembered that the Prophet Kid said she was Campbell's niece.

"I gave her the key, and then she seemed to run away, hoping she was okay."

"She's fine, don't worry. She's really tender, but she's quite strong, how do you know she's always running away? Snake had a headache when he remembered being tricked twice in a row by that chick.

"Well, I've been using the decoder to keep in touch with her, and I'm tied up here."

"Decoder?"

"That's right, she stole it from the guards, and if the decoder is still in her possession, you should be able to contact her." Baker said.

"I think it's still there, how often is she?" Snake asked, this involves nuclear bombs, and he had to ask.

"Huh? I'll tell you, how much...... I forgot...... I'm sorry. Baker couldn't remember, and he was a little annoyed.

"Hell!" Snake cursed.

"Oh yes, the frequency is on the back of my arm, I'm afraid I'll forget it, it's written there, you can try it." Baker glanced at the intact arm. Snake carefully flipped through the sleeve of his arm and found the frequency. He said, "140.15, I found it." I'll contact her, but if that doesn't work, is there any other way to abort the launch? ”

"This ...... You're going to my employee, Hale Emmerich. Baker said.

"Who is he?" Baker said the name, Snekao seemed to have heard from the prophet boy

"The leader of the Tyrannosaurus Rex development team, a genius engineer, is just a bit weird...... Ahem...... If anyone else could think of how to organize the launch, it would be him. Baker gasped, he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"What if even he can't do it?"

"Then we'll have to destroy the Metal Gear, Emmerich knows what to do." Baker affirmed.

"Where is this Emmerich now?"

"He's probably being held somewhere in the nuclear bomb preservation building, which is north of the building, where his studio is."

"Okay, I see, but ...... Why is it being developed again, the era of nuclear war has already ended with the advent of the new millennium, isn't it? Snake asked, wondering what was happening to Metal Gear again.

"You are wrong, the threat of nuclear war has not been eliminated, in fact it is worse than ever, in fact, even today, plutonium and other nuclear waste has been increasing. Listen, have you seen those warehouses that store nuclear waste? ”

"I haven't seen it."

"The warehouse is full of barrels of nuclear waste, and there is no end in sight. Because there is no way to destroy them completely with the existing technology. Baker said bitterly.

"So they threw it all in the warehouse so they could be out of sight?" Snake said with a frown.

"Almost, in fact, even this kind of preservation is just a sloppy matter, many of the containers have been corroded to the point of holes, and the nuclear waste inside is leaking out like that."

"It makes sense!" Snake yelled angrily, these guys are damned.

"That's not all, there's a clear report every year, MUF, there are many pounds."

“MUF？”

"MUF refers to the unexplained loss of nuclear material. This suggests that there must be a large and well-organized black market for nuclear materials, and that since the end of the Cold War, many nuclear experts, especially those of the Soviet Union, have disappeared...... In other words, there is enough nuclear material, as well as nuclear specialists, that can be used to create a nuclear bomb. Now even the smallest country in the world can have its own nuclear weapons program. Baker said slowly, sweat dropping from his forehead.

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