"-Idiot, you've just done a good job."

The captain's rebuke sounded over the intercom of the trigger.

The radio bone conduction headset implanted in the forehead and deep into the skull is not only hidden, but also able to talk normally in a quiet area without the Internet, and the content of the call is not easy to be eavesdropped on by others.

This is undoubtedly contraband.

At the same time, it is also one of the deposits given by the rather generous "customer" this time.

"I'm just trying to get those big guys in trouble."

The Bears Ears mercenary, codenamed "Trigger", couldn't help but retort sullenly: "Since I said so, this will be like a thorn in their hearts......"

He muttered as he pushed the door open without hesitation.

There's no need to watch out for the garrison inside.

This time, the induced virus from the Tower of Babel provided by the big boss is even able to penetrate the highest level of protection "ICE".

In fact, two weeks ago, a director of the head office was attacked by the Tower of Babel.

His bodyguards were all paralyzed by the virus, and none of them were spared. This matter has gone crazy on the mercenaries in the lower city.

- Even those steel monsters that are close to 100% prosthetic, once they are hit, they can't get rid of this virus.

It's a pity that the virus they got this time has a self-suppressing effect and can only be used for this operation.

Otherwise, if he sells this virus, the money he gets may be enough for him to wash his hands and retire......

Click.

After the trigger entered the door, he locked the door of the first class with his backhand.

The mechanical locks of the first-class cabin emitted a long "drop" alarm and emitted a dazzling red light.

As the trigger swiped a black magnetic card on the doorknob, its alarm stopped abruptly.

Although the people inside will no longer resist and will not speak anymore, there is still a possibility that someone will pass by outside...... It is also necessary to close the door casually.

"Captain, that's what I thought......"

Trigger explained carefully: "After we have stolen their memories, we can't jump directly from the empty boat. If you fall into the sea, you will definitely die. We still have to mix in with ordinary passengers and get off the airboat normally.

"However, if there is a first-class guest with a very high status, and who is too bold to risk not catching us and making a big deal out of it, blocking the airport and forcibly retrieving the memories of all passengers, we will most likely be exposed."

"So?"

"So I have to remind them that if this thing gets out, they will be suspicious of their superiors, suspect that they have lost some important information, and they may also be attacked by their colleagues. So that they have to calm down and think......"

"You think that a superior person who can achieve that status would not think of such a thing?"

The captain snorted coldly: "Do you think you are smarter than all of them?" ”

"No, no, Captain—"

Trigger suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and he didn't bother to inspect the house, and hurriedly argued: "Listen to me, I still have a deeper plan...... Even if I had warned them, they would not have said it. Eventually, someone will have to leak their mouths.

"As long as one person spreads the word 'one of the first-class passengers in this class has had his memory stolen,' all the people on this airboat will be suspicious of each other. Even mere suspicion without any evidence can be an excuse. In this way, the other side of the island of happiness will become chaotic. The plan of the 'Monkey-faced Eagle' group can go more smoothly......"

"—self-inflicted."

“…… Ay? ”

"You're thinking too simply, Trigger."

A cold and disappointed voice came from the headphones: "If you do this, it will indeed allow us to leave the plane more safely." But you're getting the most important thing wrong – the Tower of Babel doesn't want to be low-key, they want to be as low-key as possible. ”

"How is it possible, they are now wanted by the Big Seven at the highest specifications......"

"Because they're not memory thieves at all, idiots! It's just an excuse for the elves to want them...... Their real crime is to try to get in touch with history! ”

In the headphones, the captain's voice suddenly became a little louder, and even spilled outside.

There was a harsh chill in his voice: "Your ambition blinds you, trigger. You want to steal my position, so you start to cross your identity as a team member and try to directly support other groups to make meritorious contributions. ”

"I don't have ......"

"You're trying to take my place? Or do you plan to become a 'staff member'? Then I can only explain that your so-called wisdom is nothing but cleverness.

"-When you get back, you can apologize to your boss yourself."

The trigger's pupils dilated with fear for a moment.

He couldn't have guessed that the "Tower of Babel", who was a psionic hacker and memory monster, turned out to be a legendary historian......

You know, the study of history is absolutely taboo, and even the noble elves are not allowed to touch it.

The study of history is the only taboo and the only death penalty written in the legal code. Even trying to sort out the timeline in ancient literature and summarize it into a book is the greatest sin, and anyone who tries to touch, understand, and learn history will be punished with capital punishment.

The past that people know can only be those things that are passed on by word of mouth...... It can talk at will, but it must not be written or put on paper.

It was absolute death - to erase the existence of this person and make everyone forget "it".

"A pawn of my stature can know that the Tower of Babel is in contact with history, and these first-class bigwigs must know better. They will surely realize the omission in your words, which means that you are directly proving that 'we are not the Tower of Babel'. Then we can't throw the matter of stealing memories on the Tower of Babel...... Soon they will also deduce who the memory has been stolen. ”

"All channels, schedule changes. Search the memories of first-class passengers and report to me as soon as you find your target. Instead of duplicating the target's memory, the target can be stunned and taken to the captain's room, or the target's limbs can be removed depending on the situation. All other passengers were injected with the chronic poison, and the onset time was set to 10 minutes later. ”

The captain's voice sounded flatly: "Everyone, please reply when you hear it." ”

“…… Yes, Roger. ”

The trigger replied in a hoarse voice.

He grinned as if he had eaten something spicy.

…… How to say it. I regret it somewhat.

Is it self-defeating because it's too positive......

His eyes, hidden behind the mask, gradually shrouded in a layer of murderous intent.

It's okay, it's not a desperate situation.

As long as these people can't go back, no one will know that such stupid things are said by themselves. He could have thrown the pot on the other two......

…… As long as the boss doesn't retrieve his memory, he can take his word for it.

He snorted and looked back into the room.

Sitting in this first-class cabin is a cat-eared girl with a gentle temperament and a petite figure.

Considering that the body size of the spirit parent is a small cat, it may not be a girl, but a young woman.

She has a double ponytail, one of which is draped in front of her left shoulder and a thicker one behind her. She looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she gives people the feeling of a virtuous and gentle mother.

And at this moment, she was sitting in her seat with her eyes closed and her head bowed.

In front of her, there was an open box.

- There was a gun inside, and the safety had been turned on.

The trigger's pupils shrank suddenly.

He knew the gun.

Peacemaker, a shotgun in portable mode. The body and barrel of the gun can be carried separately, and when assembled, it can be turned into a long gun, which greatly increases its power.

The captain also has one, which is very useful for assassination.

In the Sky Age, the dragons acquiesced in the elves' right to form megacorporations, but they did not give them the right to deprive others of their lives or allow them to codify the code. Therefore, even the "Big Seven" did not dare to use lethal weapons to arm their psionic private army, but could only use tranquilizer guns, net throwers, stun guns and cold weapons for them.

This kind of lethal firearms can only be dangerous goods that they "uncensored" dare to produce, carry and use.

In addition to being a "director" of the privileged class with immediate family members. Others can be sentenced to three years in prison by the local head office under the Companies Act for mere possession.

"Hell ......"

The trigger muttered.

…… How can it be?

They were able to bring the guns in because the security guards had brought in their own people two years in advance for this plan.

But this little girl ......

Many possibilities flashed through his mind in a flash. For example, she may be the mistress of an underground gang or a killer who infiltrates it...... In short, contrary to the feeling that she is not good.

Immediately, the trigger quickly felt a little scared.

"It's good that there is that virus......"

Otherwise, if he broke in so recklessly, I am afraid that he will be directly killed.

After all, even he himself was only in possession of a small-caliber silenced pistol.

As long as you have it, you can put the captain-

He suddenly felt greedy, and wanted to reach for the gun, but suddenly stopped.

With the last vigilance, the trigger pulled the gun out and blocked the girl's temple.

"Don't pretend, you heard it all."

Trigger snorted coldly and threatened in a low voice, "Who the hell are you?" ”

There was no response.

After a while, he sneered again: "Since this is the case, I can only kill you first." ”

Still no response.

The girl still kept her head down, as quiet as if she had really fallen asleep.

If you haven't reacted to this point, then it's definitely not a trap!

The trigger was immediately ecstatic.

He reached out and prepared to seize his booty.

And just as he was holding the gun, he suddenly felt a cold pain coming from his right chest, which was not strong.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that the three fingers of the cat-eared girl's right hand were pinching a shallow fluorescence.

The end of it is sinking into his right chest.

Like an engraver with a carving knife or a surgeon with a scalpel.

There is no murderous energy, and there is no charging action. Silent action...... If she had attacked her heart or skull, she might not have even known how to die.

Obviously, there was no damage to his clothes or skin outside, but the trigger felt a chill running down his right chest.

His personal system immediately alerted him that the three lobes of his right lung had been cut vertically by something.

His clothes, his muscles, his ribs, didn't stand in the way of the slender scalpel.

…… But fortunately.

Lungs that have been modified and strengthened by smoking too much...... And now it saved his life.

At the moment when his right lung was paralyzed, his left artificial lung was activated urgently.

- It's an illegal psyker!

Damn, it's a peer!

"Die!"

The fear of his life in danger made him furious, and he slammed his left hand into the girl's cheek.

The steel skeleton's left fist was so powerful that it knocked her straight to the chair and tumbled to the ground. The table with the tea set was also brought down. The delicate tea set on the table was shattered in a crisp cracking sound.

A more powerful, reinforced right fist would have been enough to knock her skull straight out of the air.

The reason why it is the left hand that is not a good hand is because the right hand of the trigger is holding the gun. He subconsciously didn't want his precious weapon to be destroyed by the impact—after all, they couldn't have a weapon master who was good at repairing such contraband.

But the trigger also has self-confidence.

This punch was enough to knock the fragile psionic unconscious......

"Uh-huh......?!"

The trigger immediately realized that something was wrong.

Because it doesn't feel right.

The first thing you feel is when you hammer it under your cheekbones and above your chin...... He also clearly heard the sound of the cervical vertebrae twisting and cracking, and the "sense of passage" that vibrated when the bones broke from the fist.

But after that, there was little resistance.

And it's like breaking some very thin and brittle glass, a crisp feeling of shattering.

I saw that the figure of the "girl" fluctuated like a screen with a bad signal, and turned into a cat-eared boy who was larger than her, but his face was seven or eight points similar.

A second ago, it was obviously a heavy blow...... Even the cervical spine has been damaged.

But now that guy looks like he's fine.

…… I see. Is it the psionic ability of the change system?

"This must be your body."

With a cruel smile on his face, Trigger raised the freshly acquired shotgun and aimed it at the cat-eared boy who was lying on the ground, looking at him vigilantly but not pounced again: "Then, I'll use it to give you a ride." ”

If you get any closer, you may be hurt by the strange psionic energy that can penetrate the protection.

It's better to end the battle at this distance.

Although the power of the firearm may shatter glass...... But the captain took control of the captain's room, and even if the glass was shattered, the airboat would no longer sound the alarm.

If you're careful, you shouldn't fall off.

But looking at himself, the desperate cat-eared boy in front of him suddenly smiled and relaxed his expression slightly.

- Is he looking behind him?

The experience of the trigger immediately judged the intersection of the opponent's gaze.

No, it's just a trap. He's lying to himself turning back.

The door had been slammed shut by him, and his prosthetic hearing had not heard footsteps; Surveillance in the captain's room showed that no one had entered or left the first class cabin after the airship had taken off.

There can be no one else here.

"Childish."

The trigger sneered.

He hated the kind of guy who didn't say a word or beg for mercy when he was dying.

I can't recognize what the situation looks like. It's disgusting just to look at.

So the trigger didn't say anything more, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He imagined the moment when the other party's head was exploded by a projectile, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

- And yet, nothing happened.

Only a crisp click sounded that made his back tense instantly.

…… No bullets?

The trigger looked down at the gun in his hand in disbelief, reconfirming that it was indeed ready to fire.

There's only one possibility.

The gun was unloaded.

…… Are you sick?

A gun that is not loaded with bullets, what do you do with the safety open?

But in the next moment.

The consciousness of the trigger suddenly disappeared.

There was no pain, just a rapid change in the image in front of him—starting on the tip of his own toes, and the camera of his vision suddenly moved upward.

It wasn't until he saw his headless body and the man slowly approaching from behind him that he realized what was happening.

…… Where did the people come from?

This is the last thought before the trigger loses consciousness.

Russell ...... Your mother's psionic power, the Immortal Vessel, is not what you use. ”

The ghost-like white-haired dog reappeared silently in the room.

But Russell could see clearly that he did not hold a sword in his hand. There wasn't even anything sharp.

Just holding a plastic straw that I used to drink the drink just now.

He didn't even touch the two-meter-tall bear-eared masked man!

It's just that the strong mercenary whose body has been semi-prosthetic is separated from the head.

The young man looked up at Russell, who had changed back, and his gaze became a little complicated.

Looking at his expression, Russell subconsciously showed a pure and harmless smile.