There are alloy steel plates on all sides of this floor, and they should be completely sound-insulated from the upstairs and downstairs, so Feng Buer was quite puzzled when he heard the rapid vibration sound.

Is it an earthquake? Feng Buer had just had this idea, and the vibration stopped. He sighed, glad that this was not a major earthquake, otherwise, with his current situation, he could only lift up his pants and run out.

But the situation that happened next was worse than an earthquake, but the toilet ceiling was cracked with fine cracks. The cracks became denser and denser, and the range gradually expanded, affecting the ceiling of five or six square meters. Then, under the strange tremor, all of this large piece of material that should be alloy steel was shattered into powder, and suddenly collapsed like a biscuit that barely maintained its shape, and then fell from the sky. There was no loud noise when it landed, and at most it was three or four cubic meters of iron powder was poured to the ground.

A piece of iron dust suddenly spread in the bathroom. Although there was a door in the compartment where Feng Buer was sitting to block it, a lot of dust still poured in from the gap under the door, choking him so that he could not open his eyes.

From the gap above the compartment, you can see that there is a large piece of empty in the middle of the ceiling, but Feng Buer's vision is limited after all. He has not arrived and there are two figures running down with a big box. For a moment, he didn't understand what this was. Nowadays, are the secret bases of the resistance organizations all shoddy projects? Where did you find the road engineering team? It's too much?!

When Feng Buer was still considering whether to call someone in this dilemma, the toilet he was sitting on flushed the water without warning. At the same time, an invisible force strangled his neck.

The latch in the compartment actually moved on its own, and the door was opened. The consultant stood in front of Feng Buer, who was naked, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and wearing accounting sunglasses. He said, "Don't shout, don't try to resist. Unless you have the protective energy of a violent strong man who twists the collision of matter, you will fall to the ground when I move my finger."

Feng Buer looked straight at the consultant, with a calm tone and fearless face: "It turns out to be an invader, hum... No matter what your purpose is, even if you can temporarily suppress me, don't you think that breaking in like this is like killing me?"

"The guy with shit on his butt actually put on a very awesome expression and said this dialogue..." The consultant said, "I won't talk about this for now. Are you blind? I'm obviously two..." He turned his head and didn't see the accountant, only the giant suitcase on the ground.

After searching again, I found that the accountant was lying on the edge of the vomit pool where the mop was rinsing, washing his face with the water from the traditional rotary faucet.

"What are you doing……"

"You suddenly snatched my sunglasses and the iron powder entered my eyes." The accountant replied: "It's okay, just wash it."

The consultant sighed and turned to Feng Buer and said, "I need to ask you a few questions. If you don't cooperate, I will help you cut off some extra organs. Do you understand?"

Feng Buer was not afraid of the consultant. If he hadn't been caught off guard and was controlled by others, he would have been able to deal with the guy in front of him with one punch and one kick. At this moment, let's cooperate with him first and wait for the opportunity.

"You ask." Feng Buer replied.

"Your name, position," the consultant said.

"Feng Buer, the provincial internal affairs chief."

"How many people are there now on this floor."

Feng Buer hesitated for a moment: "Hmph...it's okay to tell you this. There are more than fifty people in total, twelve of whom are purely responsible for the alert work. You should understand that they are different from other security guards in the building. The twelve people are at the level of knights, and there are several abilities among the remaining people. With the two of you, it may be difficult for you to escape unscathed. I think it's better for you to surrender at this moment..."

The consultant felt that going down was nonsense, so he interrupted without asking him to finish his words: "Where is the computer room on this floor?"

Feng Buer didn't answer. He seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes moved to the suitcase and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't let me ask for it a second time." Before the consultant finished speaking, another piece of hair was missing from Feng Buer's buzz cut.

"Near the southeast corner, Room A9 is written on the door." Feng Buer's cold sweat had already oozed out.

"Do you still need to ask this kind of question? Of course we are here to invade the 'Apostle System'. Are we here to help you reinstall the system and kill poison?" The accountant washed his face and said proudly: "The computer system on this floor should be completely separated from other floors." He said to Feng Buer: "It's useless to pretend to be stupid. If the system is one, the guy next to me would have been lying on the sofa and using a notebook to black you. We don't have to come here in person."

When the consultant saw that the accountant was very close to the door, he immediately added: "Hey, don't walk out with pride. The monitoring equipment on this floor is also separated from other floors. There is the only blind spot in the toilet. You have to be extra careful after going out."

"You know a lot." Feng Buer's tone became gloomy: "Even the low-level members of the Iron and Steel Orders know nothing about the secrets of the Apostle System..."

The consultant laughed and said, "Why, do you think this is rare information? This technology was sold to you cheaply more than 30 years ago by the Free Front. Unfortunately, compared with the 'matrix' they used, the 'Apostle' is a beta version.

Of course, on this planet, currently, has an independent system that has nothing to do with the Empire's communication satellites, towers, and network lines, and can be effectively used on a large scale, only the two companies, Iron Commandments and Free Frontlines. You are much more clever than those who have been contacted by surveillance phones all day long."

"Who are you... you even know this..." Feng Buer said.

The consultant took a roll of toilet paper from the next compartment and threw it to Feng Buer, "It's very simple. I worked on a project with the chief designer of 'Matrix'. It was an old guy named Gates. Whenever he had the chance to claim that his ancestors were so rich that he could buy a state. Anyway, I think he was an old madman who had some skills, extremely hated the rich and tried to revenge the society.

In short... he once talked about the "Apostle" in a contemptuous tone. In the eyes of the Liberty Front, it was a considerable favor sold to the Iron Precepts, but it was actually just an experimental product. It would be a pity to give it to you if you eat it tastes boring.

OK, don't think that once my sight leaves you, you won't be able to wipe your neck instantly. I advise you not to do extra moves. This roll of paper should be enough. Please wipe it quickly and lift your pants up."

After saying that, the consultant walked aside and whispered something to the accountant.

Feng Buer finished his work and put on his pants and stood still. During this period, he could always feel a kind of clamping on his neck. Only then did he realize the seriousness of the matter. Even if he had only one skill, he could not perform it by being tied to his neck with an invisible thread. If he had a big move or if the other party controlled it slightly, he would be in a different place.

A few minutes later, the consultant walked up to him again: "What kind of expression do you think? You have frozen for too long and have not wiped it clean?"

"Do you dare to describe it as disgusting?" Feng Buer thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it. He replied: "No one who has been strangled to speak with his neck will not have any good face."

"That's what you thought..." The first person who flashed through the consultant's mind was Tianyi. He immediately said: "Back to the point, you must be thinking about how to find a flaw to get rid of this situation, but I can tell you responsibly that since I decided to restore you to a certain level of freedom, I will not give you any chance."

The accountant said, "Believe me, he may kill you at any time, dig out your eyes, and take away your ID."

The consultant continued: "So, you'd better do what I said in every step next. If you try to delay time or play tricks, it's a dead end."

"Don't always threaten me with death. Am I not like a believer who looks at death at all?" Feng Buer said.

When the consultant heard this, he pretended to search Feng Buer's pocket, and said while searching: "It's strange, the 'Prison Pocket Watch' that can only be granted by the most loyal high-level members in every city, have you lost it and left the toilet?"

Feng Buer was exposed to the diorama and was a little embarrassed: "Okay, I'll help you, please don't kill me. I'm just a little man. I just had the same expression as I was. At first I thought you were the kind of heroes who respected stubborn people more, but gradually found out that they were... "
Chapter completed!