"Sit, sit down." Harrison gestured to the chair in front of the table, and Fisher and Angela walked over and sat down. Harrison stood up and walked to the side of the bookcase, only to realize that it was not a bookcase, but a wine cabinet. "Drink something? Coffee? Tea? Wine? ”

Fisher said lightly: "Water is fine." But his right hand, which he placed on the armrest, couldn't help but scratch the handrail out of the mark. Angela is the same choice.

Harrison held two cups and placed one of them in front of Angela, who smiled as a thank-you. The other cup is placed in front of him, "I won't give it to you." ”

Fisher raised an eyebrow, and Angela took a sip and handed him the cup.

"So do you start first, or do I start first?" Harrison sat back in his seat, his slender fingers crossed on the table, looking at Fisher.

"Did you put the notebook back?" Fisher didn't have a word of nonsense.

"It's not."

“…… Then let me ask in a different way, did your people put it back? ”

"Yes."

"Is it Peng Sheng?"

"That's right." This explains how the notebook returned to Feng Min's store, and he has no doubts. At the same time, it also explains why Harrison was able to arrange for Wolf to wait for him early.

"You already knew that your people had been ...... by the Titans Bewitched? He thought about it for a moment and switched to another word.

"That's inevitable, I'm an intelligence monger. By the way, to answer your next question, I specially asked fifteen groups of people to pretend to be operating in the empire, since there are ready-made 'rats', why not waste them and mislead the Titans. This is where the value of waste comes in. Harrison spread his hands and spun back in his chair.

Hearing the other party's statement, Fisher could be sure that the culprit must be the Titan, and as for that "waste", most of it had already been disposed of. "Aside from Peng Sheng, how many other people are you lurking in the Federation?"

"That's confidential."

"The kind that you don't have to say?"

"That's inevitable, but I'll give you a treat, and there are also my people 'lurking' in the empire." He deliberately quoted Fisher.

Fisher tugged at the corners of his mouth, should he say that he really deserves to be the number one intelligence merchant under the stars?

"Your employer is Renault?"

"That's a question, right and wrong. It was Renault who asked me to help you, but he was not my employer. Harrison turned his back to Fisher, leaving him with a big bald head like a full moon.

Fisher and Angela looked at each other, and it seemed that there was a big story in it!

"I don't think Renault can afford to hire you. Where is he? ”

"Well, you'll see it later, so ask something else first." Waved his hand with his back to Fisher's big bald head.

"How do you owe Renault a favor?"

Hearing Fisher's question, Harrison turned around and his face became a little serious, "He's in me...... When he met another me, it saved my life. A year ago. ”

Fisher simply couldn't hide his surprise, another me? Does that mean that there are other people besides Renault who have also been cloned?

"Clones of the Titans?"

"This question, to be honest, I don't know. If it was a clone, there would be tens of millions of me now, thinking of usurping my place in Winterfell at any time. Harrison frowned rarely. So, I don't know exactly what the Titans are trying to do. But to be sure, it's definitely not just me and Renault's identities that they want to usurp. ”

Fisher suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, and subconsciously said: "A high-ranking official of the Federal Ministry of Internal Affairs! "Yes, it's the same group of people who forcibly characterize themselves as renegade agents. It's suspicious in the first place, even if Fisher is exposed in the empire as an agent, it shouldn't be "7700" but "7600" - asking for more blessings.

"That's inevitable, but it's the tip of the iceberg at best, and now we have no way of knowing how many high-ranking officials have been replaced, and we don't know what the Titans are trying to do."

"Then you're not in danger now, and there's a chance that a group of security personnel will be replaced?" Fisher nodded Harrison with his chin.

Harrison frustrated his hands, "That's why I make substitutions every week." ”

Made, it's nice to be a privileged class.

"So, Bell? Grace and Chris? Winston ......"

"They'll be coming soon." Harrison interrupted Fisher, "What's the problem?" ”

Fisher pondered, "No, there are still some questions I want to ask Renault." ”

Harrison listened, and then stopped, and finally turned into a sigh, and he stood up, "Let's go, but change your mechanical arm first, it's too ugly." ”

"I think so too, but I'd like to see Renault first." Fisher insisted.

"It's okay, anyway, on the first floor, you don't want Renault to be poisoned by your green robotic arm, right?" Harrison picked up his phone and looked at Fisher, as if waiting for his answer.

On the same floor anyway? An uncomfortable thought flashed through Fisher's mind, and he hesitated, "Okay." ”

"Perfect!" Harrison snapped his fingers and stepped out from behind the desk, his suit spotless, not even wrinkled, and opened the door, standing in the doorway and tilting his head at Fisher.

Fisher put the glass down and stood up, and Angela took the opportunity to whisper to him, "He is telling the truth." ”

Unexpectedly, this sentence was heard by Harrison, who was sharp in his ear, and he laughed, "That's inevitable, intelligence businessmen never tell lies." ”

Fisher suddenly thought of something, and replied to him casually: "But the intelligence merchant never says everything. ”

Harrison gave him an appreciative look, snapped his fingers, and grinned, "That's inevitable." A few people walked out of Harrison's office, and the robot steward was already waiting.

A few people got on the elevator, and Harrison suddenly said, "I now know why you don't suspect Miss Ziegler at all, and we should have updated our information." ”

Fisher frowned and did not speak.

Harrison smiled at Angela and stopped talking.

At the elevator door, Fisher saw that outside were laboratories separated by glass.

"A lot of people think that Winterfell is backward in technology, but in fact, we have taken a different path." Isn't it just that the technology tree is crooked? "You know, it's not just murderers who are wanted, it's the most cutting-edge scientists, financiers, and even technologists."

"Welcome to Winterfell's largest and most authoritative research center." Harrison stepped out of the elevator first and made a gesture of please.

"Is it called a research center?" Angela's eyes lit up when she saw that there were researchers in the laboratories on both sides tinkering with bottles and cans of various colors.

"Yes, it's called a research center." Harrison laughed, "If you want to work here, we're more than welcome." The reputation of the 'Biochemical Queen' is also familiar to the staff here. ”

"Well, no need, it's all in the past." Angela swallowed, peeked at Fisher, and righteously refused. Fisher shook his head helplessly, he had long been clear about his girlfriend's virtues.

"Let's talk about it." As they spoke, several people walked through the hallway, and the laboratory on the other side had a completely different atmosphere. Craftsmen tinkered with a variety of machines that Fisher might or may not have guessed what they were for, but at the top of the room was a large number of different styles of robotic arms.

Harrison pressed the curfew on the glass door, and the glass door made a "hiss" sound and slid open to the side. The few staff members walking around inside heard the movement and turned their heads to nod to Harrison who walked in, and Harrison smiled back. More science maniacs are crouching over their workbenches, and a few are arguing.

"This is the prosthetic department of the research center, and since many of the wanted criminals who come to Bermuda are missing arms and legs, this has always been one of the largest and most important research and development departments of the research center." Harrison explained, turning to the side and shouting, "Moore, Moore! ”

An old man who was hunched down on his workbench impatiently ripped off the portable microscope from his head, fell on the workbench, and jumped out of his chair. That's right, it was the jump, and Fisher discovered that the science madman was probably only about his own height.

"What? Don't you see that Lao Tzu is busy with work? It's the critical stage, can you stuff the wrench into your asshole?! The little old man trotted up to Harrison on his short legs, and threw his head up and cursed.

Fisher and Angela were embarrassed, and Harrison smiled awkwardly, "Hey, my old buddy." This is the R&D director of the prosthetic department, Mohr? Paso **** ...... "Before the words were finished, the little old man had already seen Fisher." He dragged a slippery chair over Fisher's side, jumped on it with a "pout", and looked at Fisher's smashed mechanical arm.

Pouting disdainfully, "MK-31, an old model of industrial robotic arm, can feed at most a pig." ”

Fisher listened, and when he thought of the person who had used this mechanical arm to hold the fork, he couldn't help but shout dissatisfiedly: "It's not like that, at least the strength is still very large, the joints can be reversed, although the appearance is not very good, but it can also hold the knife and fork very well......

Before he finished speaking, Moore waved his hand to interrupt: "That's not feeding pigs?" ”

Fisher was stunned, feeling uncomfortable and unable to refute it.

More reached for the robotic arm, and Fishel suddenly felt the junction on his shoulder uncontrollably disengage from the robotic arm. The mechanical arm that was almost as tall as a Mor man was held firmly in his hand, and finally commented: "Garbage." Throwing it into a basket in the corner of the lab, Fisher saw a label on the basket: Waste recycling. His cheeks twitched, and Angela turned her back and smiled. However, he also had to pay some respect to this little old man who could forcibly dismantle other people's mechanical arms.

"Come here." The little old man jumped off the chair, kicked the chair back to its original position, and walked towards a wall full of mechanical arms, Fisher touched his nose, shocked by the little old man's momentum, and couldn't help but follow, a little excited in his heart.

The little old man pulled over a sliding chair, stood on it, crossed his hands on his hips, and looked Fisher up and down, Fisher only felt like a pig before he was slaughtered and looked at by a butcher, with a few black lines emerging from the back of his head.

"You should be able to use these models, but remind you, some of them are not made by Lao Tzu, you can do it yourself!"

What do you mean by that? If you didn't do it, wouldn't you want me to have more mechanical legs? Fisher roared in his heart. He glanced back at Angela, who quietly gestured to him with a "one".

He turned his head to look at the five robotic arms in the first row, they were different from what Fisher had seen before, but there was an air of violence on his face. Whether it is the outline, or the line, it is more "hard" feeling.

He carefully looked at the five mechanical arms, anyway, they were all chosen, it was better to choose one with eyes.

This seems like a good one, huh? Fisher is fond of a carbon-black mechanical arm, which at first glance looks similar to a human arm, but on closer inspection, it highlights a brutal aura. Fisher silently kept his head in mind, and he couldn't tell where this feeling came from, but it seemed to be very powerful.

Is this the so-called "unconscious"?

He couldn't help but step forward to take a closer look at the robotic arm, but the little old man Mohr took the first step and took it off with a stick similar to a clothes pole. Fisher looked at the clothes pole and twitched.

The little old man took off the mechanical arm and threw it on the workbench, making a "bang" sound, which made Fisher's heart tremble. The little old man stood on the chair and brushed the mechanical arm with the technique of stroking his lover's back groove, and Fisher got goosebumps when he saw it.

"The vision is good, this is one of Lao Tzu's most proud mechanical arms, 'Black Dragon King'. Why, do you think it's a bad name? ”

Fisher shook his head again and again when he saw the other party's appearance of a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other, phew, a hammer in one hand and a fused pliers in the other.

The little old man pouted, "This is a mechanical arm born for close combat, although many people criticize it, thinking that it is more of a medium-range ammunition bombardment now." Put your fucking fart, I like it! ”

Fisher nodded repeatedly.

"The 'Black Dragon King' Lao Tzu uses a metal that does not belong to this planet, yes, it is meteoric iron, although it is meteorite iron collected from the lunar surface. I don't know exactly what the material is, but the metal is very hard, far more than any metal known to man. The downside is that it's rare, and I also mixed meteorite with surface metals to get enough alloy to make this robotic arm. ”

Fisher had a "wow" expression on his face, which was stupid, but it greatly satisfied the vanity of the little old man.

The little old man patted his bare head, and gently rolled his half-tall beard with his fingers, and said proudly: "However, to Lao Tzu's surprise, the strength of this alloy has not decreased, but has increased its ductility and flexibility. I have to say it's a miracle. At the same time, this alloy has another feature, which is that it conducts electricity on one side. Later you will understand that the alloy on the outer part is not electrically conductive. Let's talk about the material first. Seeing that you are very good, Lao Tzu will now tell you about the ability of this machine. ”

"First of all, the most basic, this is a robotic arm, and it is a robotic arm that has been infused with Lao Tzu's hard work, so it has strong horsepower, and it can also use a general-purpose battery as a power. Secondly, as a melee-exclusive mechanical arm, Lao Tzu has installed several big killers for it! Big! Kill! Utensil! The little old man stood on the chair with his teeth and claws, and Fisher couldn't help but take two steps back when he saw the other man's gradually recovering Frankenstein nature.

"First, it is equipped with an anti-band photon shield, which can not only withstand kinetic weapons, but also beam weapons of considerable strength." Just this one, Fisher couldn't help but open his mouth wide, the "White Lion" robotic arm that he used quite smoothly before, it was a product that the Titan had not yet launched, and there was no way to use the beam weapon with the attached photon shield.

"Second, it contains a two-stage telescopic high-frequency oscillation cutter. One long and one short, the short one can be ejected from the palm of the hand and used as a dagger. Long ones can be popped out of the elbow. ”

"Third, its fist is connected to a magazine hidden in the small arm of the robotic arm, which has a capacity of 12 rounds, and can release four directional high-explosive shotguns at the same time during the hit, or one by one. However, it can only be used in boxing in close combat, don't ask Lao Tzu why he can't attack from a distance, Lao Tzu has just said it very clearly! It's melee-exclusive! Lao Tzu likes it! ”

"There are still some spare expansion slots, and no other pendants have been added for the time being, how about it, are you satisfied?"

Fisher listened with a blank face, saliva flowing, "Satisfied, satisfied!" Couldn't be more satisfied! ”

The little old man snorted, grabbed the "Black Dragon King" and threw it to him, Fisher subconsciously grabbed it, his arm sank, and found that this mechanical arm was at least twice as heavy as the Rausch MK-31 industrial arm before him. Holding it in his hand, he could clearly feel the cold and hot feel of this mechanical arm, and with the appearance of black with a slight dark red vein, Fisher couldn't put it down.

"Lao Tzu has just seen that your connection is a relatively new model, although it is a small broken company's product, but it is barely enough, there should be no problem with walking a dog." Fisher automatically ignored Moore's last sentence and hurriedly put the robotic arm on.

When the connector is connected to the robotic arm, the robotic arm gives Fisher a feeling of being alive, and with the energy drive inside the robotic arm, the robotic arm becomes lighter, and before Fisher can react, it has adjusted itself to the same relative mass as the other arm. Fisher looked at Moore in amazement, and the little old man just glanced at the earth spore with contempt, as if looking at a single-celled organism.

This is a Titan that can't do technology! It's a very common effect though! But the simpler it is, the more difficult it is sometimes, and at this moment, Fisher almost wanted to hug Moore's thighs in five bodies.

Although with Moore's height, Fisher may only be able to hug the other party's waist when he lies down.

He moves his robotic arm like a finger. A short section of high-frequency oscillating dagger popped up, and he held it with the mechanical arm and danced a knife flower, and put it back into the mechanical arm, which was extremely smooth. In the end, he popped out a long section, and Harrison, who was almost poked, jumped back sharply, revealing a palpitating expression, the high-frequency shock weapon cut the steel plate like the effect of a laser sword, if it cut into the body, it was really the knife wielding person who was unconscious, and the knife person was in pain.

The optimization of this robotic arm is so high that it is almost perfect. Fisher, who was playing with his new arm, forgot to ask Master Moore (yes, Mohr is already a god-like existence in Fisher's heart) why he said that this mechanical arm was only the one he was "ever" most proud of, not the current one.

Moore saw that the child got the baby-like Fisher, although he was very proud, but he still had a disdainful look on his face: "You can get out now, go and get familiar with it first, and then Lao Tzu will come to you to debug it after a while." After speaking, he waved his hand impatiently, and instructed his assistant to sweep away the portable microscope that he had smashed with the "Black Dragon King" on the workbench just now, and then he didn't care about a few people anymore.

Harrison said in time: "Now let's go see Renault." ”

Fisher, who was dancing with his hands, suddenly froze, and he lowered his arms and stood with his head bowed. Then he bowed deeply to Master Mohr, who didn't even look at him, and only someone like him who had lost an arm knew the value of such a mechanical arm. Angela stood beside Fisher and bowed to Moore as he did.

Moore didn't look back, and waved his hand like a fly, which was a response.

Several people walked out of the prosthetic lab and walked out into the passageway. After several scans and authentications along the way, I finally reached an iron gate at the end of the passage.

Fisher swallowed, and the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger as he walked along. The soldier sitting in front of the door stood up and saluted Harrison, who handed him his ID card, and the soldier swiped it back to Harrison with a small hand-held machine, then retracted it behind his desk.

Harrison entered more than twenty digits of the code on the door guard, and the iron door made a "buzzing" sound, and Fisher suddenly realized that there was a very high voltage on the door.

Harrison rested his hand on the door, glanced back at Fisher, and stopped talking.

Fisher took a deep breath and nodded at him. Harrison pushed the door open.

An empty room, without windows, but the interior of the room looks much smaller than it looks from the outside, presumably reinforced with layers.

In the middle of the room is a medical pod, next to which is a computer desk, a computer, and a chair.

Fisher froze.

He finally saw Renault, but not the Renault he had imagined.

He rubbed his eyes, not believing what he was seeing.

However, the truth is still the same, and it re-entered his eyes as it was.

Lying in the medical cabin, Renault, the gentle senior who used to always smile gently and take care of the juniors.

The old man who always shows off his wife and daughter, and the family cook who feeds everyone handfuls of dog food.

Now lying quietly in the medical room, seemingly lifeless and lifeless, only a right arm and half of the chest with a head attached to it.

Fisher's new robotic arm was held by him and made a "sizzling" sound.