Faced with such a magnificent building, Zhao Hui said to himself: "It's completely a space station pattern, who can believe it?" ”

"Please assemble the crew of the F-442 mission on deck C9 ......" the broadcast kept repeating.

All the mecha were parked at the designated location, except for the one piloted by Situ Yao, all of them were lined up in a regular row, as rigid as when they had just been offline and had not been activated.

Zhao Hui patted the mecha shell, and Situ Yao immediately opened the door of the warehouse and threw out the patrol member who had recovered his breath, and put Zhao Hui into the cockpit instead.

Only when Zhao Hui enters can she be taken out, no wonder she has always envied those lifeforms who come and go freely.

Zhao Hui originally wanted to stay in the mecha and not come out, but thinking about it was not a way after all. If you come here, you will be safe, and it is expected that the humans here will not immediately kill themselves.

Seeing that the pilots of the other fifteen mechs all came out, he also lightly jumped off the ground and left the cockpit.

The captain raised his left arm and knocked on the control panel a few times, and the mecha that had been unbound by Situ Yao completed the homing action, and everything looked so normal.

"Take him to the infirmary."

Two patrolmen set up their overexposed companions and quickly left.

Two other heavily armed patrolmen walked over and shoved Zhao Hui into the door on the left.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll know when you get there."

"I'll explain the words first......" Zhao Hui wanted to explain that he was not a prisoner, even if he was not a guest, he could not be treated like this.

The patrol member said angrily: "What do you have to say to the minister!" ”

Just now immersed in the shock brought to him by such a magnificent building, Zhao Hui immediately became unhappy after hearing this.

Situ Yao quickly scanned the spatial structure, and although it was blocked by a firewall, it was quickly successfully connected to the host. There is a lot of information available that is completely impossible to find in the AuCom console.

The phone's storage space is enough to copy everything she is interested in, and she will download the materials that Zhao Hui may need for him to study later.

Normally, strangers can't bring communication equipment into this space, but the patrol members can't confiscate his things from Zhao Hui, and they have already tried the young man's abilities at the top of the mountain.

Soon he was taken to a room with white walls on all sides, and the facilities were somewhat rudimentary, so it was not supposed to be a reception room. He became vigilant, and the two patrolmen stood by like wood without blinking.

Zhao Hui sat down quietly, waiting for someone to come out and talk to him. But he didn't notice that the two patrolmen looked at each other, and they took a big step back in unison.

When it was too late, a red curtain of light instantly descended from the ceiling, separating him from the patrol like a floodgate.

The instinctive reaction was to get up and try to rush out, but it was only when it was bounced back into the corner like a ball that it was all arranged, just waiting for him to be caught.

The red light curtain is a special kind of nanowall, and it carries high-voltage electricity, and the feeling of electricity passing through his body is all too familiar to Zhao Hui, and those tearers on the outskirts of the SAR have not once let him taste this taste.

Human technology is really not a joke, I didn't have access to it in District 2 before, but I've seen something like it on the Internet.

"It's not like a reception room! It turned out to be an interrogation room. Zhao Hui sat on the ground and laughed at himself, his whole body numb that made him unable to get up again in a short time.

This kind of high-voltage power grid is even more powerful than the dark wave barrier set up by the coalition forces, the kind is just a pain on the surface of the body, and this guy's sting is almost deep into the bone marrow.

The two patrolmen looked at Zhao Hui who had hit the wall proudly, shrugged their shoulders and turned to leave. In this high-security isolation cell, the captives could not escape, and someone would immediately take over and deal with him.

"This is a problem."

Situ Yao nodded, "Indeed, the signals are all blocked. ”

"Alas, annoyed!"

After a sigh, the two could only wait patiently for someone to come and ask questions.

After three full hours, no one came, Zhao Hui couldn't sit still and got up from the ground.

In the small space, except for the nano power grid, which is red, every inch of the other place is snow-white, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable breathing.

In another room across the wall, the patrol leader and several men in crisp suits observed Zhao Hui through the glass.

The middle-aged man smiled confidently, "It seems that he has lost his patience." ”

The captain suffered Zhao Hui's loss, and kindly reminded everyone: "This kid has some skills, but you have to pay attention." ”

The middle-aged man was very confident from beginning to end, "You go down!" I don't think anything will happen to him. ”

The captain nodded and withdrew, leaving a few men there to point fingers.

"Open the window."

A white wall became completely transparent, and now Zhao Hui could see the person across from him, when a table rose from the floor.

"Is this the beginning of my interrogation?" Zhao Hui asked the person across the window.

The middle-aged man sat down in front of Zhao Hui unhurriedly, and straightened his collar before he spoke: "Tell me, who sent you?" ”

Zhao Hui knew that the other party was talking to him, but he wanted to pretend to be surprised, "Ask me?" ”

"Who else is it not you?"

"Oh!"

The middle-aged man asked again, "Who sent you?" ”

Zhao Hui spread his hands and explained very weakly: "I have already said that I just came out to blow the wind, and you caught me here." ”

"Blowing?" The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled slightly, and he snorted softly.

"Yes, by the way, I listened to a few pop hits from 1,300 years ago." Zhao Hui pointed to his mobile phone, meaning that he was even a little proud when he listened to this.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face disappeared instantly, and he slapped it heavily on the table, "Do you think that running from thousands of kilometers away to the top of a deserted mountain to blow the wind and listen to songs, someone believes it?" ”

"It's not a question of believing it or not, it's just the truth."

"Humph! I've seen a lot of people like you. ”

Zhao Hui couldn't argue, so he could only let it go, "Whatever you think." ”

The middle-aged man said viciously: "Don't resist passively, we have a way to make you speak." ”

I have seen those storm people outside being submissive, and I believe that these people are very clever, and this mysterious underground space must have endless means of torturing people.

"I know you have a lot of means, or else you ......"

"Or what?"

Zhao Hui originally wanted to say, "Otherwise, there is no way to control the storm man", but thinking that this is undoubtedly challenging the other party, it is better not to provoke them too much, so he changed his words: "Otherwise, how can you build an interrogation room here, wouldn't it be a waste of space if you don't have some means?" ”

It doesn't sound logical, but at least it's a response.

The middle-aged man seemed to be thinking about something, stared at Zhao Hui quietly, and after a long time, began to tap on the table rhythmically, "Tabloids? Winlun Industries? Professional spy? ”

Zhao Hui glanced up at the middle-aged man slightly, and asked rhetorically, "What kind of person do you think I look more like?" ”

The middle-aged man didn't seem to hear what Zhao Hui said, and said to himself: "Private detective? Bounty hunters? ”