Ulan is back in this familiar place.

It reminded him of a decade ago, when they returned from the "outside world", they were greeted not by heroic treatment, but by such a small room, where they had to undergo more than seven psychological evaluation tests a day, after which they would be sent to a cell that looked like a cell, and although the facilities inside were fairly complete, they could not leave the room for half a step until the counterintelligence services approved it.

The coalition government claims that these psychological evaluations are to ensure that they do not develop PTSD so that they can better reintegrate into society, but in fact those who have been assessed know that it is to keep them silent about what is happening "on the outside".

"Mr. Ulan."

The people in the counterintelligence service are always polite, they never make things difficult for you in their attitude, they only make a stumbling block behind your back.

At least that's what Ulan thinks.

His psychological evaluation lasted for more than three months.

"We pulled up your information and found out that you did something similar more than a decade ago."

Said the agent of the counterintelligence service.

Unlike almost everyone on the Terrorist Task Force who has been sent to prison for cyberpsychosis, most of them killing people randomly on the street, Ulan was first identified as mentally ill when he was being investigated by the counterintelligence services.

He secretly planned a "prison break" operation, instigating his comrades to riot and flee by force, exposing the coalition government's behavior towards them and the "outside world", their communication methods were extremely hidden, and in the long foreign war, he and some of his comrades-in-arms cultivated an amazing tacit understanding, and only a few covert gestures were needed to convey each other's ideas.

At that time, Ulan was almost successful.

If it weren't for the fact that the relatives of one of his comrades-in-arms worked in the counterintelligence service and leaked the secrets in advance in order to avoid a bloody killing, I am afraid that there would have been a big eucalyptus that shocked the entire coalition government.

"I'm curious, Mr. Ulan, haven't you ever reflected on whether something has gone wrong with your thoughts all these years, or if you've never really come back from the battlefield?"

"I've been reflecting and I've always regretted what happened."

Ulan's sincere tone stunned the agents sitting opposite, the report they had just received was not like this, the report that the person in front of him was fanning the other members of the terrorist mobile team, and instilling in them some ideas that were not conducive to the coalition government.

With his seniority and connections in the Terrorist Task Force, he may be able to convince a group of people to vote for him in the end.

But since coming to the counterintelligence department, his level of cooperation has been unexpected.

"Is this what you mean?"

"True, really, whenever I look back on my reckless actions, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for discovering and stopping the riot."

The agent gave Ulan a deep look, trying to see the flaw in his sincere expression.

But he was doomed.

Because these are the true feelings of Ulan.

At that time, he obviously lacked understanding of prosthetic implant technology, and their group of people were sent to the battlefield of the "outside world" as soon as they completed the prosthetic transplant, and even many functions of prosthetics were explored while fighting, and these implants turned them into extremely efficient killing machines, but also planted a time bomb in their bodies.

After leaving the counterintelligence service, he felt fortunate more than once.

It was a doomed uprising, and they might have been able to kill a few of the intelligence agents by surprise, but it would never last long, because the coalition government would soon deactivate their prosthetics and paralyze them, and at that point, the coalition would have enough reason to lock them up forever or wipe them out completely.

Ulan learned enough from this and spent more than a decade devoting himself to one thing.

Remove the "stigma" of the coalition government from your body.

Fortunately, in the next ten years, prosthetic technology has developed by leaps and bounds, and their batch of military-grade prosthetics, especially the most important operating system, have become goods that even black clinics can get their hands on, and those illegal prosthetic doctors have finally found a way to remove the "brand".

But the counterintelligence agent sitting across from him apparently didn't know this.

They may also think that they can deactivate the prosthesis in his body at any time, leaving him paralyzed.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells."

The phone rang in Ulan's ears again.

He had been receiving unsolicited phone calls lately, from people who did not want to be named, but information about Allman and all the other deceased people had been provided.

This is not a good time.

Counterintelligence may have traced the source of the signal over the phone, and reason told him that he shouldn't have answered the call, but instinct kept him from ignoring the rush of the ring.

"Wait a minute, I need to answer a phone call, it's important to me."

After hesitating for a long time, Ulan spoke.

"What are you talking about?"

The detective showed a rather confused expression, but the other party's calm tone made him feel a little creepy, "Mr. Ulan, there is no phone here. ”

When he was brought to the counterintelligence department, Ulan was fully searched, his mobile phone and other personal belongings were confiscated and placed outside, and according to the information, the batch of military-grade prostheses they transplanted at that time were not equipped with a built-in intercom system.

When he read about Ulan's personal experience, an idea came to him.

More than a decade ago, the Council ordered them to conduct psychological evaluations of returning front-line soldiers for political reasons, but Ulan may indeed be suffering from extremely severe cyberpsychosis.

Ulan on the other side ignored him, but answered the "phone" in front of the agent.

That's his handcuffs.

He put the handcuffs to his ear in an almost eerie position.

The familiar voice soon came from the other end of the phone.

"Ulan, you know what you should be doing now."

"You're running out of time."

"They're going to hurt you."

……

The agent looked at Ulan with a relieved expression, and then the thermal energy cut that should have been deactivated easily cut through the handcuffs and shackles that bound his hands and feet.

A scorching stream of air swept past his neck.

That was the last message he knew.

……………………………………

Half an hour later.

Jock leaned back in his seat and stared solemnly.

He knew that he would be fine as soon as he received a phone call recently, and just now, he received a report that a member of the terrorist mobile unit had relapsed into a relapse of illness while undergoing a psychological evaluation by the counterintelligence department, and was killed by surprise after killing several people by surprise and then being killed on the spot.

Cyber psychosis is not terrible, the terrible thing is that his prosthetic body, which should have been disabled, can be used normally.

This has angered the Minister of Counterintelligence, who has pressured the High Council to put the TUT in full custody, and he now suspects that the members of the have secretly modified their prosthetics.

The grievances between the two sides have been going on for a long time.

When the Council formed the Terrorist Mobile Squad, the head of the counterintelligence department was a staunch opponent, believing that those people should end up in a dark cell, rather than become public officials and appear in front of the people.

Now that there is such a big commotion, the counterintelligence department will definitely not be able to swallow this breath, and Jock is sure that the members of the terrorist task force will not cooperate with the regulatory investigation.

The atmosphere is tense, the two coalition government departments can fight at any time, and they are both a group of prosthetic implanters who have been transplanted with sophisticated prosthetics and are proficient in killing machines.

And the cause of the whole thing points to the recent frequent mob attacks.

Thinking of this, Jock made a phone call.

The phone was answered after thinking for a long time, and the other end sounded extremely noisy, like it was in the middle of a downtown area.

From time to time, screams from the crowd could be heard, as well as the roar of armored hovercars, which made Jock suspect that the other party was now not in the first sector, but on the battlefield.

"You've gone a little too far."

These are all messes caused by the "expert".

He couldn't understand the bad taste of the other party, and he could still suppress the matter with a few company employees with little background, but once it turned into a war between the counterintelligence department and the terrorist mobile team, it would be difficult to do, and their plan to set up the counterintelligence department and MI7 would be completely disrupted.

"You promised not to make too much of a fuss."

"I did say that, but the plan couldn't keep up with the change."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to take this matter to heart, she was more focused on appreciating the excitement in front of her, "Melissa led a team of people to seal down several black clinics in a row, and all the thugs who resisted were killed, tsk, the city is finally lively." ”

"What the hell is your purpose?"

"The purpose? I don't have any special purpose, I just listen to people's grievances and help them. ”

That's how they have always behaved.

In the days defined by the coalition government as the dark ages a few years ago, it was also because of these things that the coalition government was besieged and blocked.

Therefore, even if it is now nominally in partnership with the High Council, Domination will not have any good feelings for the city.

The long-prepared psionic storm failed to cause any substantial damage to keep it grudging, so it planned to return to its old ways.

"I'll tell Trian about your actions."

"Please."

Domination chuckled, the threat was powerless for it, "But I hope you understand one thing, she's your god, not mine, if nothing else, I'll hang up, and it's going to be the most exciting part here." ”