In order to store the source of the fire, the humans piled up three million square meters of concrete on it, and in order to contain Megatron, a power station was built here to keep him cool.

In fact, there is nothing like a hydroelectric power station that provides a more stable environment for the output of electricity.

Not to mention that the 7th district also has an army in reserve here.

Although this army is well trained, they have armored vehicles, helicopters, and every heavy weapon imaginable. But in front of the Time and Space Administration, there is still something not enough to see.

Task Force 141's armor suits were not afraid of the steel-core armor-piercing rounds that were standard in Sector 7, and even the grenades and anti-materiel weapons were only powerful enough to scratch the paint of the armor suits.

The rest of Sector 7 is confined to the core, an observation room that isolates the energy of the fire source.

The heavy glass is obviously bulletproof, and the isolation door on the side has been completely locked, and if you stand inside, you can see that the hydraulic rod has been damaged, and if you want to enter, you have to try to cut the entire isolation door.

The team brought by the ghost this time is the metal 01 squad that originally belonged to "Call of Duty 8", and the commander "Sandman" Sandman is responsible for dealing with the personnel of the seventh district.

Sandman, dressed in an armored suit, stood in front of the clear glass and issued a stern warning to those inside.

"Now, immediately, open the door and come out and surrender!"

The people inside hid behind filing cabinets and desks, trying to hide their frightened hearts in this way.

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other, they could understand the language that belonged to humans, but the armored suit was not like the technology of the earth.

The last dozen or so people in Ward 7 are here, and they are arguably the last survivors.

Now, the opportunity to choose is in front of them.

The panicked crowd looked at the head of the seventh district, and now he and everyone were hiding behind the filing cabinet, but in the sight of everyone, he stood up.

Looking a little embarrassed, he straightened his folded suit, then straightened up and looked at the Iron Man outside.

Forcing himself to calm down, the man put one hand behind his back and said to Sandman outside the glass: "Surrender? You've got to tell us what you are! ”

"Surrender! Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy if I went in! ”

Sandman was reluctant to explain that there was no need for the Temporal Authority to explain anything until the screening of personnel had been completed in Full Control of Sector 7.

The man unbuttoned his suit and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. A large S-shaped coat of arms can be seen faintly visible on the T-shirt underneath the shirt.

It was Superman's logo, and it was ridiculous and normal for this sign to appear on the person in charge of the seventh district.

"Uh, can I ask about the terms of surrender? Do you know the Geneva Convention on Prisoners of War? I ask for ......"

The man was obviously stalling for time, which made Sandman outside not want to waste time here, he took a few steps forward and stood in front of the glass.

"Wow! Wait, wait, wait......"

The man hurriedly stretched out his hand to signal Sandman to calm down, and said, "I have to ask them what they mean......"

With that, the man turned to look at his colleague on the side, a man with two delicate mustaches like Howard.

The colleague nodded at him, and the man turned around with a smile, flipped his right hand upwards, and raised his middle finger at Sandman, making a gesture of acceptable friendly communication.

"Any idea what that means? F**K YOU！ Alien Mess! ”

With that, the man turned and jumped to the desk behind him, where an old-fashioned black dial phone was placed, and now that phone had been answered.

The hand that the man had just put behind his back was to signal his colleagues to connect to the spare phone line.

Picking up the phone, the man said, "I'm Reki Simmons, the head of District 7!" Pick me up the mod! ”

"This is the King of Crab Castle, not the Ministry of Defense!"

This line is a dedicated line, and there will be no mistakes.

Simmons didn't doubt it, but looked at his colleague with some confusion and asked, "What type of secret language is King Crab Castle?" ”

The colleague shrugged his shoulders helplessly, saying that he didn't know either.

"I repeat, I'm Reki Simmons, the head of District 7, and my execution code is PC-12138, I don't care if you're the King of Crab Castle or whatever, I'll pick up the Ministry of Defense right away, I want a strategic bombing!"

"This is not the King of Crab Castle, this is Patrick!"

Simmons was already smoking, and when he wanted to argue with the person opposite, a colleague on the side stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

Simmons, who was angry, said without looking back: "Tom, if you're fine, go and find out what the key is to the Crab Castle King......"

However, the colleagues around him only patted Simmons on the shoulder again, and when Simmons turned his head, he saw Rorschach holding a phone outside the glass.

"What's the point? Today SpongeBob is not here, Squidward is the chef ......"

Simmons put down the phone heavily, looked at Tom on the side, then looked at the colleagues around him, and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you, I can't ask you to do anything more now, but we may be the last people to resist the alien invasion!" ”

Tom clicked and loaded the shotgun, then handed it to Simmons, and the others took out their weapons, even the metal benches, ready to start a Jedi counterattack.

Sandman threw his fist into the glass, and with a single punch the hammer turned white, a crack in the impact of the polycarbonate layer embedded in the glass.

With each punch, a dull sound could be heard in the observation room, and every sound hit the hearts of everyone inside.

Simmons raised the gun at the point of hammering, and instead of shattering in its entirety, the bulletproof glass slowly turned into powder at the point of hammering and then penetrated, creating only a small hole from which the muzzle of the gun could protrude.

Until now, Simmons was thinking about resisting. He even walked up to the bulletproof glass and waited to shoot out.

From the inside, you can clearly see that the bulletproof glass has been bulged, and the laminated layer in the middle is as difficult as Spider-Man to maintain the whole glass.

However, the 'spider silk' still broke one by one, and the steel fist broke through.

Simmons didn't shoot, he waited, waiting for the moment when the steel fist retracted, and his goal was never to kill the steel suit that was immune to the firearm.

As soon as the fist was retracted, Simmons would shoot Rorschach on the side.

No matter how you look at it, Rorschach is in the form of an earthling, and traitors are the most hateful existence in war.

Taking a traitor away before dying will not only affect those steel creations, but also remove a hidden danger for the earth.

"Come on! If you have a kind, come in! ”

Simmons didn't look at Rorschach on the side, he was afraid that his vision would expose the target, he kept shouting at the iron man, focusing on the iron man, just looking at Rorschach on the side with his spare eyes.

However, the fist did not withdraw for a long time, but slowly turned his hand over like Simmons just now, revealing an erect middle finger.

Through the gap between the middle fingers, you can see that you are still holding a small gas tank in your hand, and now the gas tank is making a slight sound like a leak.

Simmons looked back at his colleague in despair, and then his eyes blurred.

It didn't take long for Simmons to regain awareness of his body, and he could feel himself sitting on a stool with his hands tied behind his back.

"Open your eyes when you wake up, you inhale the most anesthetic gas, and you should wake up by now, but don't worry, that measurement is not enough to cause any harm or sequelae."

Without any more disguise, Simmons opened his eyes, and he looked around at the observation chamber he was familiar with, and the intruders had tied them up on the spot.

However, Simmons couldn't tell how much time had passed, as the bulletproof glass in front of them, which was supposed to have a hole, had been replaced. Even the side airlock door has been repaired, except for the observation room.

Rorschach sat down on the table and casually asked, "Tell me, I want to know about the structure and composition of the Seventh District, and what you've been doing over the years. ”

Simmons's heart sank suddenly, District 7 is a non-existent organization, and even the Secretary of Defense will not know about District 7. They keep the existence of aliens secret from the outside world and constantly search for aliens on Earth to eliminate all threats.

Now being named by the person in front of you means that this organization has been exposed.

Simmons put on a paralyzed face and then breathed steadily to stabilize his heartbeat, which is the most basic way to deal with interrogation, avoiding the interrogator from reading micro-expressions or taking polygraphs.

No one answered, Rorschach pointed to his hand casually and said, "Let's start with you, your name, your position......"

Rorschach pointed to Tom, the colleague who had just handed Simmons the weapon.

Tom shook his body and said in a funny way, "I'm a ruffian, and I run a restaurant called Sea Overlord!" I have a wife named Helen, but she's a computer, and I love my wife......"

What did Rorschach use to fool them just now, and now they will return it as it is.

Rorschach said: "Cooperate with me, I will not torture you, everyone knows that no one can withstand torture." Even those who have been trained in torture can only hide information for up to thirty-six hours......"

Tom looked up, glanced at Rorschach and said, "Then we'll see you in thirty-six hours?" ”

For the staff of District 7, it is worth delaying for a second, perhaps the Earth crisis will require this second, and a delay of thirty-six hours will give humanity another thirty-six hours of respite.

"Give him some elixir......"

Tom was forced to tilt his head back by the hair, and then his mouth was violently stretched open, and a drop of the truth potion fell directly down his throat.

"I taste everything, this is not even comparable to Haiba paste, my wife Helen can cook ......"

"Name, position?"

"My name is Tom Banacek, and I'm the administrative director of the 7th arrondissement."

Without the slightest hesitation, Tom blurted out the answer.

Tom's face then changed completely, and he realized what he had said, and writhed frantically in an attempt to break free.

"Who is the main person in charge of District 7?"

"Reki Simmons, the one next to me. Sorry, Simmons, I can't control myself! ”

"What about the composition of the Seventh District? What about the structure of the armed forces? ”

"The seventh district is based on the Hoover Dam, and the power system has three departments, and there are two teams of engineers in charge of the dam power system. There are 123 administrative staff, which I am responsible for managing. Field projects and master planning are handled by Simmons. There is an all-weather tactical squad, 3 helicopter gunships on standby, and a guard team patrolling the river banks and reservoirs......"

The more Tom spoke, the more uncomfortable he became, and he even cried, but he couldn't help himself, and answered the question clearly.

Simmons on the side looked at Tom in despair, he knew that his colleague, who had worked together for many years, was a comrade who could be trusted in battle, but the enemy did not act violently, just a drop of truth elixir, which turned a well-trained agent into a good brother who worked hard to dig his lungs.

Simmons' mouth bulged, and he writhed as if gritting his teeth against the elixir that was about to come to his mouth.

With Rorschach's motion, someone walked up to Simmons, as they had just done, reached out and grabbed Simmons' hair, ready to make him raise his head, and then poured the elixir of truth.

"Poof......

Simmons spewed a mouthful of blood at Rorschach, but the blood stopped a few feet in front of Rorschach, and the blood mist gradually coalesced into a clump before falling vertically to the ground.

Along with the blood mist, a piece of tongue fell, and Simmons bit his tongue off.

"Haha!"

Simmons laughed a little maniacally, blood constantly leaking from the corners of his mouth, like a man-eating demon, staring at Rorschach.

The tongue is the most flexible and tough muscle in the human body, rich in blood vessels and nerves, when biting the tongue produces pain, the human body will instinctively protect itself to release the masseter muscle and retract the tongue.

It takes a lot of courage and perseverance to get your tongue in your mouth.

As an agent, Simmons knew that biting his tongue could not kill himself, but it would make the Truth Teller ineffective.

You have to use your tongue to speak, right? I don't have a tongue now, and your truth elixir is useless!

With Simmons' actions, there were constantly low cries of pain from others, and some people followed Simmons's example and began to resist.

Rorschach looked at Simmons and asked, "Is it worth it?" ”

"Huh...... Hertz...... Ahem......"

Simmons raised his head and looked down at Rorschach haughtily.

He straightened up, and from his throat there was a constant coughing sound, which was a sublingual artery bleeding like a laryngeal cavity.

Simmons wants to drown himself with his own blood!

Simmons lived up to his ideals, and since there was no point in resisting, all he could do was to restrain his body's reaction to bite his tongue and let himself fall into the most uncomfortable and desperate human death.

It was the only way he could think of to keep the information about aliens and Sector 7 in his head from leaking!

The faces of the surrounding Task Force 141 hidden under the armored suit were all the same expression, which was admiration for Simmons.

Whether it's 141 or Little Raccoon, they're all waiting for Rorschach.

Simmons' eyes gradually dilated, and his expression was not the torture and horror of drowning, but the joy and perseverance.

Rorschach waved his hand and turned away.

Simmons began to be treated, and he wouldn't have any limbs under the Temporal Authority's healing system, and the big deal was to fill two more bottles of healing potions.

In a voice that no one else could hear, Rorschach muttered, "Another ...... One...... To the ...... of the Dead"

(End of chapter)