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The capital of this planet is called Flower Deer Castle, because there are many flower deer in the courtyard.There are often popular news about politicians having their lunches stolen by deer and their butts being gnawed by deer. After a long time, "Hualubao" has become the official name.

The Hualu Castle is a grand modern building with four openings, namely the diplomatic entrance, the internal affairs entrance, the visiting entrance, and an entrance leading to the Capital Museum on the north side of the Hualu Castle.

The Capital Museum is a relatively independent building, connected only by a corridor to the inner palace, where officials work.People can see the history of the planet in museums, and politicians come by every week to give public lectures.

In other words, as a "public" without political background or capital invitation, if you want to bypass the strict identity checks and enter Hualubao, the museum is the only entrance.

This morning, a visiting team of young and old was brought into the museum by the tour guide robot.The interior design of the museum is very scattered and interesting, and there are full-real images in the air, doing governance science for the public.The children in the line started running around when they saw the interactive game.On a stage not far away, a politician is giving a speech, surrounded by a circle of people.It was Heigl, the financial assistant, a very fat young man with a sense of humor.

The team that had just entered the museum barely dispersed. At the edge of the team was a tall young man walking slowly with the flow.A little distracted, he bumped into a museum volunteer and apologized softly to him.

The young man continued to walk forward, quietly stuffing an access card into his pocket.That volunteer will soon find out what he's missing.

The young man has an ordinary appearance, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a low-key gray suit.With natural and neat hair, she looks like a young reporter who just graduated.He walked very slowly, and fell behind in a moment.

"Your right." Esgarda's voice came from the intercom on the side of his glasses. "There is a storage room at the end of the corridor."

The young man left the team naturally, approached the corridor while pretending to visit, walked in without anyone noticing, and opened the storage room with the access card.He nimbly turned around and went in. Behind the door were stacks of promotional materials, some display terminals and the like.Esgarda continued, "See the other door in front of you. Open it. There's a freight elevator. Go to the third floor and turn left."

The young man successfully completed a series of actions, turned left, and stopped.In front of him he could see nothing but a white wall.The wall, which stood abruptly at the end of the corridor, was spotlessly white, flaunting its unnatural presence in every inch.

"Wait, what's going on," Esgarda, who shared his vision, said to himself, "The picture shows a corridor leading to the inner palace....Charles, someone is coming."

The young man—Tazito, who had manipulated his appearance—quickly hid in the bathroom.

"That wall is a camouflaged passageway entrance." Tazito glanced at the volunteer access card in his hand, and discarded it casually.He asked: "Can the identity of the museum administrator be passed?"

"Wait, give me some time." The voice of Esgarda typing on the keyboard came from the opposite side, and after a while, she said, "It's useless, all the employees here belong to the museum, and there is no authorization to go to the inner palace. "

"Can you open that door?"

"It's not impossible, but the protection level here is very high. When I open it, you will already be on the social news for staying in the museum."

Sneaking through the museum is the only way to get close to Mr. 11.But they can't do anything if they can't go to the inner palace.

Tazito thought for a few seconds and asked, "The financial assistant just now gave a speech in the lobby. When will he finish?"

"You mean Heigl?" Esgarda glanced at the information table, "Almost 10 minutes." Then he understood what Tazito meant.

If museum staff do not have the right to enter and exit here, the only people who can use this passage are government officials who often come to the museum to give lectures.

Tazito looked around, and his eyes fell on the diligent cleaning robot.

"Esgarda," his eyes lit up, "how long does it take to hack a cleaning robot? Is 5 minutes enough?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Esgarda asked with a terrified face, "Are you talking about the robots in Hualu Castle?"

Two 10 minutes later.

Financial assistant Heigl hummed a little tune, and swaggered to the front of the aisle—a fat man's walking is always easy to be misunderstood as swaggering.There was no one around, and he played his bass, singing some opera.He skillfully stood at a specific position in front of the wall, raised his face to the probe in the corner, and happily patted his fat belly to beat the beat.

After the probe scanned his face, the entire wall silently became transparent, as if a layer of white snow melted instantly.The transparent wall reflects the glass corridor behind, and the end of the corridor is the door leading to the inner mansion.In the middle of the wall is a pressure-sensitive identification device—the same security system used in Tazito's pet lock, and it is currently the most secure identification system.

Heigl put his fleshy hand on it.The reader will recognize each person's unique fingerprints, palm prints and pressure sensitivity.Because the sense of pressure is a feature that cannot be replicated, even if you cut off a person's hand, you can't pretend that he passed the security.

The small screen on the recognizer quickly displayed "Pass", and the glass door opened from the middle. At the same time, the sliding door at the end of the glass corridor also opened.

Heigl was about to go in, when his body shook violently, and he was knocked to the ground by a cleaning robot rushing at full speed.He rolled a few meters away, the flesh all over his body rolled spectacularly like a wave.The robot actually chased him up, grabbed his clothes and rolled them inward.Heigl screamed in disbelief, "Stop! You idiot! My God, it's not trash!" He struggled desperately to salvage his expensive clothes, and when he finally got rid of it, he gasped and yelled at the trash. Bucket yelled: "What's wrong with you, I'm going to complain! I'm going to complain to you!" He suddenly looked at the end of the corridor suspiciously: Did someone walk past just now?It seems that a gray suit flashed, but it seemed to be an illusion.He shook his head and kicked the robot viciously.

Tazito walked in the corridor of the Inner Palace with a natural demeanor, without any disorder in his footsteps.Only between the brows and the fundus of the eyes leaked murderous intent.This is the command center for the operation of the entire planet, and the faces that appear in the news all day long can be seen everywhere.The Foreign Secretary's office was a mess, and the Trade Department wasn't much better, everything was noisy and harmonious, except for a gang leader who wasn't supposed to be there.

"Mr. 11's office is on the second floor." Esgarda said through the intercom, "Charles, Ivano..."

Before finishing speaking, Ivano's voice was replaced by Ivano's voice: "Charles, I hope you think again." His think tank said worriedly, "You only have an energy field disruptor in your hand, and you don't even have a decent weapon. No. Even weapons can't hurt him. Once," he paused, swallowing the words, "we can't live without you."

Tazito didn't answer him.There are guards everywhere here, and he can't make any suspicious moves.

He had already heard Ivano's story.Professional things should be left to professional people, and killing should be left to killers, not the boss himself.And Ivano doubted whether Mr. 11 would meet him alone, even if he did, he would not be his opponent.

Tazito was always cautious, but this time he decided not to listen to his mastermind.He looked quite calm, but even he himself knew that the murderous intent in his chest had already surpassed his rationality.He had to do it, and only he could do it.

He came to Mr. 11's office.The door of the office was open, spacious and tidy, not even a single document misplaced, very Mr. 11's style. Mr. 11's desk was surrounded by several people, and his voice came from inside.

When the first person walked away, Mr. 11 raised his eyes and glanced at the strange young man standing at the door. The young man leaned against the door with his hands in his trouser pockets, staring at him unfriendly. Mr. 11 tilted his body slightly, walked around the person blocking him and asked him, "May I help you?"

Seeing his patient look, Tazito actually laughed."I can wait a while, right here," he said.

Mr. 11 heard his voice, without the slightest change on his face, and said, "Okay, you can sit on the sofa for a while."

He went about his business again.During this period, someone came and poured Tazito a cup of tea.

Tazito waited for almost two hours, standing by the window of the office smoking a cigarette.The assistant came to remind him twice, and he snuffed out the cigarette every time - who told the other party to be a woman.He occasionally looked back at Mr. 11 working.The politician took their affairs one by one with touching earnestness, as if their individual affairs were the most important to him.

Tazito thought idly that politicians and gangsters are the same kind of people.Full of pretense, full of lies.

When the last person left the office, Tazito also walked to the door. Mr. 11 said to his assistant: "Tell them I'm resting, and I'll be back later." He followed Tazito for a while and came to the Archives Department—the quietest department in the entire Inner Palace.Then follow him into a men's restroom.Make sure their conversations are not captured by any cameras.

Tazito took off his black-rimmed glasses.A ray of light distorted across his face and disappeared, revealing his true face.At the same time, the communicator was turned off, cutting off Esgarda's communication. Mr. 11 looked at him expressionlessly, completely unable to tell that he was the same person as the politician who was sitting cordially in the office just now.

Tazito made sure that there was no one in the toilet, picked up a "under maintenance" sign and threw it to him, Mr. 11 put it outside the door, and locked the toilet door from the inside.He looked at Tazito and asked, "Should I be surprised?"

"I came to you for one thing," Tazito said, "take that off, and then I'll never appear in front of you again."

Mr. 11's line of sight slid down and landed between his legs.Then he gave him a mocking look.

"You have played with me, what else do you want?" Tazito whispered impatiently, "You also have my black material in your hand, I will not be so stupid as to betray you. If you think it is not fair, we can Talk about other conditions, take off this damn ring!"

Mr. 11 nodded slightly, indicating that he fully understood Tazito's appeal.

"But you know..." He walked slowly in front of Tazito, leaned forward, and put his lips close to his ears, a distance so close that it made your backs shudder, "When can this lock be taken off? ?I want to fuck' you."

Tazito suddenly snorted and his body twitched.He couldn't believe that Mr. 11 would actually open the pet lock in his office area.What a shameless person can do this!

He grabbed Mr. 11's clothes and said angrily, "What are you doing! Turn it off!"

Mr. 11 looked at him relentlessly, motionless.Tazito grabbed him with all his strength, but his legs were uncontrollably weak, and his knees kept shaking.

"Shut it off!" He grabbed 11 by the neck and punched him vigorously.Then he groaned even more painfully.He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and scratched countless folds on the opponent's shirt with his fingers.This is a posture unwilling to give in, stiff but fragile, no matter how much you resist, you still can't escape the established ending.He was already doing his best to support, but his body was still slowly sliding down.He struggled to get up, but couldn't.Finally, he let go and knelt down on the ground.He also tried to stand up, tried twice, but couldn't use his legs, and curled up involuntarily.

Mr. Eleven brushed the folds of his shirt and walked behind him.Tazito was still struggling needlessly. Mr. 11 took Tazito's hand, and after being freed by Tazito, he forcibly twisted his two arms and fixed his two hands on his lower back with one hand.Tazito was forced to puff up his chest, unable to contend with this inhuman force.

"Let me guess, what is the real purpose of your coming here." Mr. 11's other hand reached into his suit from behind, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

"Stop..." Tazito gasped, "I just want you to... take the damn lock off."

"Where did you hide your deadly weapon, huh?" His hand pokes through the open shirt, fingertips running over his pecs, tracing his abs.Tazito, breathing hot, endured his teasing.A sick feeling came over me, accompanied by the memory of being raped that day.

Damn...damn!

He was always the one in control and couldn't stand the loss of control.

"Nothing..." he said hoarsely. "Turn it off!"

He tried to withdraw his hand again, but what he got back was a tighter restraint of that hand.He heard the sound of a belt being undone, followed by a zip of his pants.The hand reached into his pants, stroking his private parts through the underwear.His panties were wet, and the thing in the front was hard enough to stick out from the edge of the panties.

"Do you really want to do this, here are your colleagues!" Tazito said through gritted teeth.

"Do you want to untie it?" Mr. Eleven asked him with disgusting composure.He slid his fingers into his panties from the edge, playing with the lock and the dripping wet organ that went through it.

"Take it off...and let me go."

"Is there only one choice between taking it down and letting you go?"

"..."

"By the way, you don't need this."

When Mr. 11 put his hand on Tazito's lower back, Tazito's expression changed from nervousness to despair.

Mr. Eleven drew two electroceramic discs from his belt.The thing wasn't metal, so it passed the security check.It seems very simple, but the surface is attached with extremely unstable metal atoms and catalytic coatings, which interact with electric ceramics under severe friction, and can burst out huge energy in an instant, destroying the energy field-thus causing the modified person to lose his mobility .

Mr. 11 looked at the two pieces of electric ceramics in his hand, and said approvingly: "You are very clever. I am impressed by your team. So, is your team listening now? If so, I advise you to turn off the intercom. He pushed Tazito forward and ripped off his pants. "There's going to be something going on that you don't want them to hear."