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Su Xiaomei softly grabbed the back of Xiao Xuan's hand, blinked obediently, and promised to be quiet with a "woo" before Xiao Xuan let go of her. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Richelieu had already frowned and asked, "Then how could Zhuang Yan know the natural frequency of the prisoner's shell?" He hadn't come into contact with the prisoners at all, and he hadn't had a chance to actually measure! ”

Xiao Xuan deliberately wanted to delay Richelieu's time and leave her here, so he said: "Yes, the section chief doesn't know this key data, but Michael knows. Due to the lag of earth science and technology, it was not possible to develop lethal weapons that could restrain prisoners, so Michael wrote the most critical data in the canon of the Catholic Church as early as possible, and turned it into a classic story, which was passed on by word of mouth among the world - because she knew that thousands of years later, there would always be earthlings who would rise up to fight and try to exterminate the prisoners; And those who share her like-minded earthlings will painstakingly read the texts she left behind, study the stories that seem to be inseparable, and figure out her true intentions hidden between the lines with symbolism: how to kill the prisoners. Michael hid the method of killing aliens by earthlings in familiar religious stories to ensure that future generations could read it; And those who comprehend this method, even after 2,000 years, can secretly take over the dragon slaying sword she granted, go and kill the dragon that endangers mankind, and return justice and peace to everyone. ”

Richelieu narrowed his blue eyes and shook his head in confusion: "I don't understand. ”

Xiao Xuan sneered sharply: "You don't understand? It was you who told the section chief about the existence of Michael; It was you who personally handed the dragon slaying sword into the hands of the section leader. Now you tell me, you don't understand? Ha, haha! Xiao Xuan shook his head with a sneer, lowered his head and muttered, "It's really ridiculous." ”

Su Xiaomei's heart hung high when she heard this, she was tickled by curiosity, she softly pinched Xiao Xuan's sleeve and shook it, and begged coquettishly: "What is the method of killing the prisoner?" What story is hidden? Tell me! ”

Richelieu didn't understand why Xiao Xuan was suddenly indifferent to him, and frowned and asked: "At least, you mean that Zhuang Yan already knows the natural frequency of the prisoner's shell, so the frequency of the macro particles stored in the sword furnace also corresponds to it, so once they have a fusion reaction, they will definitely be able to kill the prisoner, this is Zhuang Yan's purpose in drawing out the prisoner, right?" ”

"Yes." Xiao Xuan nodded, turned his head, and no longer looked at Richelieu: "The section chief found out that the natural frequency is seven, and the corresponding macro particles are stored; Once the fusion occurs, it will definitely kill the prisoner. Are you happy? ”

Li Seliu's heart fell, he couldn't be happy, he always felt that Xiao Xuan still had something to tell him, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and gently tugged Xiao Xuan's wrist and asked: "You made it clear, everything is ready, what is the east wind owed?" ”

But when her fingers touched Xiao Xuan's skin, she found that the girl's wrists were cold, and her fingertips were still trembling slightly.

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"Stupid earthling, don't you understand?" The prisoner methodically peeled off Veneto's shirt, revealing his white skin and exposing the surgical area, ignoring Zhuang Yan at all, like a busy human who had no time to take care of an ant shaking his tentacles: "You guys have been fooled. The macroparticles stored here are the key to your crafting of your macroparticle fusion weapons, and they hold your fantasy of killing me. So as long as you concoct a fault log in this area, you will definitely come and check it out for yourself, and Veneto will be with you. I just have to wait for the rabbit and the prey will come to the door. The foolishness of the lower beings is truly pitiful. ”

The scalpel suddenly stopped in mid-air, and a tentacle with surgical scissors turned its head to look at Zhuang Yan, like a poisonous snake observing its prey: "You actually tried to kill me with a macroparticle fusion weapon?" Stupid mortals, purple electric technology comes from the heavenly civilization, as a fallen angel, how can I not know the fuse trigger mechanism of the macroparticle fusion torpedo? With your current material technology, it is absolutely impossible to produce a reactor for a macroparticle fusion weapon. Your plan to kill me is as naïve and ridiculous as your plan to build a macroparticle fusion weapon, as ignorant as a science fiction novel written by a schoolboy, full of whimsical jokes, and full of ignorance. ”

The prisoner slowly pressed the scalpel to Veneto's chest: "To punish you for your ambition, I want you to watch your beloved have his organs gouged out by me and die on the operating table." Remember, it was your arrogance and hubris that killed her. ”

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Zhuang Yan swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog.

Veneto writhed weakly on the operating table, a futile struggle that looked glamorous. The prisoner slowly chose the angle of the knife, deliberately torturing Zhuang Yan's nerves, and said indifferently: "The life of the Seraphic Angel is as long as 10,000 years and is extremely precious, so there is no death penalty in the divine law of the heavenly civilization - it is not a question of whether I am afraid of death or not, but that death is as slim as utopia, and you can't kill me at all." ”

"According to Zidian Technology, a macroparticle fusion torpedo can destroy a space destroyer with a diameter of two kilometers. Since it's capable of tearing through the composite armor of a space battleship, it's just a matter of breaking through your ridiculous soft shell. Of course I can kill you. Zhuang Yan smiled and patted the console behind him, calming down. Behind the console, four pairs of wave-like macroparticles pulled straight by a uniform electric field are ready to launch, and as long as they are released, they will accelerate instantly, and a high-speed collision will occur under the action of the electric field force, and the consequences will be magnificent.

The prisoner sneered: "So your plan is as stupid as an elementary school essay, and the paper is full of jokes about not being good at learning." It put down the scalpel, hundreds of tentacles gracefully intertwined, and looked at Zhuang Yan seriously: "Your proud and complacent appearance is annoying, and I kind of want you to die a little more clearly - do you know why I let you collect macro particles to murder me, but I didn't take action to sabotage your plan?" ”

Zhuang Yan suddenly stood up straight, the green tendons on the back of his hands floated, the blood flow expanded, his heart beat faster, and he became nervous. Sensing Zhuang Yan's nervous reaction, the prisoner's emotions rose, and he began to look forward to seeing Zhuang Yan's regretful and thumping chest.

"Because," said the prisoner with satisfaction and expectation, "macroparticle fusion requires extremely high pressures as the conditions for the reaction. As for how much pressure you need, I guess you haven't even calculated it, right? Do you really think you've learned to get rich? You missed the most important reaction conditions, but you didn't know it, and you thought that you could use this carving insect skill to kill the great Highness Amaimon? ”

The prisoner sharply laughed at Zhuang Yan, whose face was crimson, and the sharp tentacles of the white stripes swayed and writhed happily, like a prosperous anemone: "I'll tell you!" Macroparticle fusion requires a pressure environment that is close to the level of the sun's core! Look at your dump-like storage room, your plasticine-like tempered walls, can they create the same pressure as the core of the sun? Even if they could create that kind of pressure, would they be able to withstand it? It has long been vaporized! Hahaha! You see, you are like an industrious little bee, how busy you are, how full you are collected, for the unrealistic fantasy of 'killing the prisoner' is the best anesthetic for paralyzing your carelessness! ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )