From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 471 "Tracking" "Team" "Invasion"

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The sudden question from behind in a relaxed and familiar tone made Chirac Oren's whole body stiffen, his hair stood up instantly, and cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.

The tone was as if the two were old friends, but he clearly remembered that it was just an ordinary conversation and consultation on the Internet a few days ago.

Chirac never expected that such a thing would have a "follow-up".

He suppressed his inner panic, tried to appear calm, and decided to completely ignore the other person's existence.

He didn't look back, nor did he make any unnecessary movements. He stared straight ahead, pretending not to hear the question.

Chirac quickly thought that the wisest option now was to pretend that he knew nothing.

Even if you are forced into a situation where you are unable to respond, you can still get away with it by saying, "You've got the wrong person."

After all, the train platform is a public place with a large flow of people coming and going, and with a large number of surveillance facilities and drone base stations, there is no need to worry about safety issues.

However, the other party does not seem to be willing to give up:

"Hello?"

When the man saw that Chirac did not respond, there was a hint of doubt in his tone.

He took a step forward, moved closer to Chirac's side, then unceremoniously stretched out his left hand and gently patted Chirac's right shoulder.

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This slap made Chirac's heart tremble, and cold sweat ran down his back.

His body tensed up reflexively for a moment, but then he quickly adjusted himself, trying to appear more natural.

Realizing that the other party seemed determined to start a conversation with him, Chirac had no choice but to turn around and look behind him, while trying to adjust his expression to make himself look confused.

He deliberately pretended to be confused, trying to minimize the other party's interest.

After turning around, the other person's appearance appeared in his eyes.

Standing in front of him was a tall young man with a strong aura.

The other person was about ten centimeters taller than Chirac, about 1.91 or 1.92 meters tall, and his strong physique was even more impressive.

Even wearing the common spring school uniform and jacket, his sturdy muscles were still clearly visible, and the material was slightly tight at his shoulders and chest, showing off his extremely muscular body.

As for his appearance, his facial features are distinct, his eyebrows are sharp and his eyes are bright, his short hair is neat and proper, and his whole body exudes a decisive temperament, which completely meets the recruitment standards of the Legion of the Sons of Man.

Many questions flashed through Chirac's mind.

Why would such people be screened out by the Legion?

Even by the strict standards of the Son of Man, the young man in front of him should not have been eliminated.

But this was not the time to delve into it. He quickly recovered from his brief daze and spoke calmly:

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

After hearing Chirac's response, the other party's smile became more gentle, and his tone became relaxed and familiar:

"Fresh Fruit 1155, I'm here for the Emperor's Boots."

These words made Chirac's heart sink again. His alertness increased rapidly, but the expression on his face remained calm on the surface.

The other party continued without caring: "My real name is Malul Conco, and I'm glad to meet you offline, Mr. Shirak Oren."

"How do you know my name?!"

Chirac's brows immediately furrowed, and his expression instantly became alert.

Instead of choosing to confront directly, he hid his emotions behind seemingly angry words. He quickly clenched his fists and leaned forward slightly, as if ready to take action at any time.

His tone became more and more angry: "What's 'Fresh Fruit 1155' and 'For the Emperor's Boots'? I think you recognized the wrong person?! Are you a pervert?"

After saying that, he turned around without hesitation and walked towards the drone base station in the corner of the platform, his eyes fixed on the surveillance system composed of multiple sensors and cameras above.

Chirac's heart beat faster, and his intuition told him that the situation was very unusual and the stranger's behavior was beyond his understanding.

He planned to report this suspicious situation to nearby patrol personnel through the base station to ensure that he would not fall into some unknown danger.

"Hey! Hey!"

Seeing Chirac suddenly move, Marul Konko seemed to realize that the situation was getting out of control and immediately reached out to stop him.

His tone quickly changed from relaxed to hurried, with a hint of anxiety: "Don't call the police, it seems I really recognized the wrong person, I'm sorry!"

Chirac stopped and although he was no longer in a hurry to take action, he turned around alertly, staring coldly at the guy named Malul Conco in front of him, and asked again in a deep voice:

"How on earth do you know my name?"

There was undisguised anger in his tone, as if the other party's answer would determine his next course of action.

"Oh, this is quite troublesome."

Marul scratched the back of his head, as if trying to organize his words.

His tone was still relaxed, but mixed with a hint of embarrassment and helplessness:

"Here's the thing, I was chatting with a guy called 'FreshFruit1155' on the Internet.

We both had similar experiences, so I thought, if there is a chance to meet offline, mainly because we both have the same experience, we can discuss where to go in the future. "

Marul paused, and seeing that Sirak's face was still grim, he continued to explain:

"At the time, he said he lived in Odgate, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed wrong.

The situation he described, especially the reason why he was rejected by the pharmacist, was almost exactly the same as the process of my rejection, as if he had taken my experience and changed a few words. ”

At this point, Malul spread his hands, and his tone added a sense of matter-of-factness:

“So I guess he might be in the same city as me on the Planet Harvest, which is New Argo.

However, there should not be many students from New Argo High School who can participate in the Children of Man's conscription and be rejected by the pharmacist.

So, I asked a few friends to check if there were any schools whose students were recently rejected by the Children of Mankind, and then I started to check these schools one by one. "

At this time, Marul pointed at himself and slowed down his tone, as if he wanted Chirac to think that his actions were completely reasonable:

"That's why I found you. By the way, if I really recognized the wrong person, it's my fault. I'm sorry!"

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After listening to the other party's explanation, Chirac remained calm on the surface, but he felt that the other party's details were "full of loopholes."

Especially the part about “asking a friend to check”, which sounds totally unreliable.

What made Chirac even more confused was that the other party concluded that he lived in New Argo based on intuition alone.

'This guy is either a complete pervert or he has some purpose that must be fulfilled,' thought Sirak.

At the same time, he decided not to get entangled with the other party any further.

Whatever Marul's motives, continuing the conversation would only reveal more information.

The safest way is to immediately contact my father who works at the police station and report the situation in detail.

Chirac nodded slightly, deliberately relaxed his expression, and answered as if nothing had happened:

"I see. To be honest, your speculation is quite interesting. But I'm really sorry. I'm not the 'fresh fruit'. You really have the wrong person."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Marul to say anything more, he took a step back and increased the distance between them.

"Indeed, indeed." Malul's tone was still a little tangled, and the smile on his face was also a little helpless:

"That's really my question. Sorry to bother you."

After saying that, Marul turned around decisively and walked towards the escalator without any delay.

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Chirac stood there, and after watching the other person's figure completely disappear, the tension and anxiety in his heart relaxed a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

In a blink of an eye, he took out his giant God mobile phone from his pocket, slid his fingers quickly across the screen, and wrote a text message to his father, which concisely and clearly described the appearance of Malul Conco and the content of the conversation between him and the other party.

At the end, he did not forget to add his own speculation: "Maluer Conco did not contact me by chance, but had a purpose, and it is very likely that someone is controlling him behind the scenes.

Perhaps there is an organization that tries to contact and show goodwill to the young people who were not selected by the Children of Mankind Legion."

How his father would judge was no longer his concern.

Besides, he was not making a false alarm, after all, the guy who called himself Malul Konko had stalked and harassed him.

Who knows who else that guy has done the same thing to?

Just as he was about to relax for a moment, a reminder suddenly came from the radio:

"The train is about to arrive at the station. Please get off first and get on last."

The train finally stopped in front of the familiar platform, the hard light fence started working, and the cabin door slowly opened.

Chirac waited silently for other passengers to get off the bus first, and only after making sure that there was nothing unusual around him did he walk into the car.

Then he chose a seat near the back and window.

As he looked out the window and gazed at his hometown in the evening, his previous uneasiness and nervousness were quickly replaced by a sense of security.

The scenery outside still feels peaceful and beautiful, with wide streets, busy skytrains, and tall buildings twinkling in the afterglow of the stars.

Chirac's thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the sight outside the window, but he quickly returned to his inner state of alertness.

He knew that even though everything seemed calm at the moment, he was still not completely relaxed in his heart.

Malul's actions were too suspicious and had an obvious purpose, so he decided to be fully prepared to ensure that he would not be exposed to any potential threats at any stage.

He planned to ride the train until he was far away from their community, then transfer to another skytrain line to the central hospital where his mother was.

Going home at this time, he was alone, which was the most unsafe period.

Even if the community has security, there are also surveillance and drone base stations, etc.

But who knows if that Malul has other hidden means to bypass the stupid AI's security system and get to the floor where their family is?

So it is important to be safe in everything.

Chinese and Western hospitals also have armed security

But unlike community security, the security of the Chinese and Western Hospital is directly under Atlas, with weapons and equipment that are no less than those of the Imperial Marines. Their combat effectiveness is much stronger than that of the patrol officers and special police teams of the local police station.

Chirac believed that no matter how many means Marul had or how powerful his background was, he would not be able to easily shake the defense line of the Atlas Hospital, which had a "monster" security system.

What's more, the Central Hospital's security force is more than that.

In other words, every Atlas hospital has a real top-level combat unit, the Atlas Emergency Medical Response Team, usually referred to as -

Trauma team.

Each member of this team is a top elite selected from the Atlas system. They have undergone countless rigorous selections and training. They not only possess excellent tactical qualities, but have also been injected with a special Inques serum.

For them, no enemy, whether it is simply militants or special operations personnel, is enough to pose a real threat.

Only with the arrival of Astartes would they have enough confidence to easily win.

Although in the current human society, we rarely encounter cases of robbery, assault, hostage-taking and extortion, there will always be extremely vicious guys causing trouble.

For Atlas' medical unit, human life is of paramount importance, and nothing is more important than human life.

If the local police station is unable to handle a difficult case and the injured are in critical condition, the nearest hospital will send its trauma team to forcibly intervene.

After being "turned away" by the Son of Man, Chirac seemed quite frustrated and depressed, even a little emotional, but his anti-reconnaissance and self-protection capabilities were still stronger than those of his peers.

Before arriving at the central hospital where his mother was, the safest mode of transportation was the aerial rail train, which was densely populated and a key urban infrastructure.

It won't take long.

The train he was on arrived at the station where it needed to change lines, and he got off the train with the crowd and walked towards the escalator leading to the second-floor platform.

However, just as he was about to turn around and get on the escalator, a low and cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind, as if someone had directly invaded his mind:

"Son, if you don't want to see your parents' workplace reduced to ashes, or witness them being tortured to death, just follow the instructions we provide--"

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What's going on? !

Chirac's steps suddenly stopped, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

His mind went blank in an instant, and panic began to spread, because the other party could actually speak directly in his mind, which meant that they or their methods were far beyond Chirac's cognition.

No matter how calm he was before, he was just a freshman in high school.

"Don't try to move around, and don't look around to attract attention—" The low voice sounded again:

"Go to the second-level platform immediately and take the next train. Don't play tricks and go straight to the terminal. Otherwise, your parents will pay the price-"