"Close the one-way glass, I'd like to talk to him."

White Night looked at the self-amusing imitator for a while, and then said to the jailer standing next to the cell, these people used to be Doctor Doom's subordinates, and they couldn't be more familiar with how to take care of these prisoners.

The jailer nodded silently, walked over to a controller and pressed it lightly, and a series of instructions were entered quickly and orderly.

Then a line ripples across the glass, which means that the inside and outside can see each other.

As the light on the console's display faded, tiny ripples began to ripple across the cell's glass, and the glass wall separating them was slowly fading, until it was completely transparent, and the scene inside and out was clearly visible.

The man in the white skull mask looked at Bai Ye's approach, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't seem to expect the White Night to come to him at this time.

But the Master of Imitation did not show any fear or uneasiness, and when the White Night had approached completely, he slowly got up, and said in a respectful, even somewhat flattering voice, "Good evening, Emperor." ”

It seems that even though he has been imprisoned in prison, the Master Mimic has learned about what is going on in the outside world through the exchanges of the cleaners and other people here.

Instead of stating his purpose directly, Hakuya began to look at the layout of the cell, which looked luxurious, but still couldn't hide its inherently ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

He turned to look at the man in the skull mask and asked, "How are you doing here?" ”

The Master of Imitation shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer Bai Ye's question directly, he shook it hard, only to see the rubbery ball bouncing around the cell at a rapid pace, and finally crashing back into his hand.

Then, the imitation master looked at the ball in his hand and replied in a low voice, "It's not bad here, it's just too boring." ”

At the same time, he lamented in his heart, yes, it seems that today is his death.

During Doctor Doom's reign, he had seen quite a few of these things, whether it was Doctor Doom or Magneto next door, the rulers of the wastelands always liked to maintain their rule in this way.

The ball in his hand gradually turned into a gallows and a guillotine in his eyes, and he didn't know what method this white night was going to use to kill himself.

Oh my God, don't throw yourself into the Colosseum to fight any monsters, if you do, don't die too badly.

It's better to leave some dignity for yourself if you're going to die.

"Do you want to get out of this cell?"

Bai Ye's words made the imitation master stunned, and he even thought that he had heard it wrong.

Want to let him out?

He looked up at the white night with a glimmer of hope, but with a little uneasiness, for fear that his ears had misheard something.

Bai Ye walked around the cell without saying a word, making the heart of the master of imitation rise to his throat, and his body was tensed up and down, like a bow full of eagle eyes.

He didn't know what White Night meant, and he didn't know how he should deal with it, so he had to stare at White Night tightly, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

Idle and bored running to amuse yourself? Definitely not.

Appreciate your mood changes and despair before killing yourself? But this white night doesn't seem to be the kind of person with bad taste.

Just when there was a storm in the heart of the imitation master, Bai Ye suddenly stopped and said in a flat tone: "I want you to help me train an army, and in return, you can gain limited freedom. ”

When the master of imitation heard this, his heart was shocked.

He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, trying to ease his tension, and asked cautiously, "Do as you say, and I can leave this cell?" ”

"Not bad." White Night nodded.

The eyes of the master of imitation flashed with complex emotions, helpless and sad, like churning waves. But under these many emotions, there is also a trace of expectation.

Anyway, he has always been a mercenary, and who does the work for is not a job, it is nothing more than that the current remuneration has changed from money to freedom.

The Red Skull threatened him with his life, and Dr. Doom promised him a lot of money. But in the end, before the money arrived, Doom had already died under the knife of the white night.

Thinking about it like this, the imitation master became happy, and when it came to teaching others to fight, this was the work he often did when heroes and villains were rampant, and he couldn't be more familiar.

Eventually, the Master of Imitation bounced off the couch, leaned over to the glass wall, pressed his face against it, and stared at the white night with two spectral lights in the hole in his mask, and asked, "What army do you want to train?" ”

Bai Ye stood in the corner of the cell, his eyes rolling slightly, and then he approached the imitation master, and said something mysterious in a low voice.

After hearing this, the imitation master frowned slightly, and his fingers tapped lightly on his white skull mask.

After a while, he looked up at Bai Ye, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "So, can you get a large number of urban miniature imitations?" ”

His leather-gloved hand gestured in the air, "The proportion is about dozens of times." ”

Bai Ye smiled slightly after hearing this, his eyes flashing with a sly light, "Of course you can, I'll get people ready." ”

The imitation master nodded, he already had a rudimentary plan for training the army in his heart, and only through the training of this imitation could he simulate the actual combat situation most realistically.

"Let him out, give him the lowest level of clearance."

Bai Ye turned to the jailer and waved his hand, motioning for him to open the door to the imitating master's cell, the jailer nodded respectfully, and then stepped forward to open the cell door on the operating table.

The man in the skull mask stepped out of it, moving his wrists and ankles, but with a somewhat restrained and miniaturized appearance.

As the Mimic Master enjoyed his lost freedom, White Night turned to look at the surveillance camera on the wall, where there were still many Thunder Warriors watching the building.

There are more of them than there are these cameras, and they won't hesitate to shoot if the mimic masters show any sign of wanting to escape.

However, he wasn't too worried about that, not because of the presence of these Thunder Warriors who were closely watching the place, but because the Mimic Master was definitely a clever mercenary.

It is common for others to be planted in the hands of others when performing the tasks of the previous employer, business is business, as long as the price is in place, it is not a problem for him to cut the original boss in turn.

What's more, his original boss is already dead and can't die anymore.

(End of chapter)