heavy fog

Wen Luan slept very peacefully this time.

It was not stable outside. A man with a Raymond Gayton mecha was ushered in in the secret stronghold of the Restoration Party's dungeon. The news "accidentally" spread, and His Majesty the King summoned his spy chief with a gloomy face. .

In the tea room of the palace with the crystal chandelier hanging in the shape of a wheel-shaped spire, a bald old man in tailored and stiff clothes wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, pretending to be terrified.

There are soft rulers and volatile markers scattered around the table, as well as piles of rich fabrics.

The bald old man, the former tutor of the research institute, and the current spy leader of the Restoration Party, of course concealed his identity when he entered and exited the palace.He is a handmade tailor who has served the royal family all his life. There are at least a hundred such tailors in the royal family, satisfying members of the royal family who like to be good at different styles, and some of these tailors only make hunting suits, and some only make dress belts. The division of labor is very detailed and clear.

Therefore, during the busy social season, it is normal for His Majesty the King to summon a certain tailor unexpectedly.

"What's your explanation, Higgs?"

"Undoubtedly." The bald old man bowed quickly, "This is a plan of the ruling party. They found out that there were defectors inside, but they couldn't find any other accomplices except for the defectors, so they released the rumor that the royal family We have already obtained a Raymond Gayton mecha. This will not only deter dissidents in the research institute, but also deceive others, making us think that there is something wrong with the royal intelligence."

In order to "tailor new clothes", the indoor light is very bright, but not dazzling.

His Majesty the King is no longer young. Although he looks young, there are traces of deep thought and wrinkling between his brows. If you look carefully, there are fine lines at the corners of his eyes. Under the light, his facial contours are firm and not handsome. The eyes are majestic.

He tapped the floor impatiently with a maroon cane: "This is just your guess."

"Your Majesty, we can't mess up now." The bald old man rolled his eyes, took a step closer carefully, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Even if the ruling party really has the evidence of the Apollo Casino, we don't have any evidence at all." I am worried that he will catch the evidence, because that Raymond Gayton mecha has the ability to establish a space jump point at any time."

"You mean—"

The king stood up in surprise, and he walked around the room twice, talking to himself:

"In a place as prosperous as the underground city, they dare not use large weapons, and basically there will be no serious conflicts."

"That's right... There are more than a dozen unregistered secret entrances and exits in the Apollo Casino." The bald old man smiled slyly, "Four of them have never been used, and even if we try to block them, we can't stop the evidence. The port is blocked for N days, but the underground city cannot be emptied of tourists and residents. Thanks to our political enemies, they have a stubborn insistence, and they are unwilling to destroy the hypocritical appearance of Deep Blue under any circumstances. No idea. What a service this way of doing things has helped us.”

The king stopped in his tracks and asked suspiciously: "So the port inspection is heavily guarded, and the ruling party was also taken out of the Deep Blue Star because of the Raymond Gayton mecha?"

"That's right, the port refuses the entry of tourist spacecraft from other countries for no reason, causing disputes. In fact, the outbound channel is actually strengthened and monitored. It's a Battlestar checkpoint anyway. Who knows?" The bald old man spread his hands and said, "And I suspect that is just a blindfold, making us think that the institute is blaming each other, and the exact plan has not yet come out, so we can only choose to block the port first. In fact, they are monitoring the actions of the royal family in the dark. At this time, we must not be fooled, otherwise we will fall into the trap. A trap has been set to expose the royal intelligence system."

The king smiled happily, and he picked up the deep amethyst cup on the silver plate of the attendant, and greeted his secret agent leader: "Oh, Higgs, I really hope that those who serve me will have your wisdom and wisdom. ability."

The bald old man bowed his head humbly and muttered in his heart: Are they all spies like me?Then, Your Majesty, you are really finished!By the way, what was Cyrus doing over there at the port?

After the spy chief left, the king summoned four tailors and two royal banquet directors one after another, and then he went to the small living room to meet his personal advisor as if nothing had happened.

The king's day's itinerary was soon reported to Mitchell by an intelligence officer routinely that night.

This kind of report is available every day. Mitchell likes to read an old hymn while having dinner, and listen to the stiff recitation report of his subordinates.

No one thinks that this kind of thing is a big deal, because this kind of report is the simplest, that is, who was summoned at such and such a time, and the content of the conversation is not even thought about, and the royal family is not useless.

The secretary will register the transcript and enter it into the Andumari city defense system for review.

Mitchell, the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the head of the Secret Intelligence Bureau of the Dark Blue Star ruling party, has the most secretaries, more than 20 people, who take turns to clean up the mess for the psychotic boss every day.

This evening, Mitchell, who was standing barefoot on his desk with a glowing electronic tube on his head, was declaring that he was an omnipotent god, forgiving those miserable sinners.

All the people who entered the door, helplessly and habitually chanted a few words, "God, I'm guilty", and then sorted out the whole report, and those who called continued to communicate, and those who read the report could ignore everything.

"Around ten o'clock, His Majesty the King summoned the third tailor, Higgs, who specializes in boot accessories."

"...The port tourist dispute has further expanded. More than 400 people from six different interstellar travel agencies and chambers of commerce have asked the Deep Blue Kingdom to give an explanation for the refusal of entry." There is also a video in the office.

"Ahem." Mitchell turned around, took out a bottle, poured out a few bright red pills and swallowed them.

No one dared to ask what he was eating, but everyone thought it was a good medicine for mental illness.

Sure enough, not long after eating it, Mitchell's complexion became a little rosy, and although there was still an abnormally crazy light in his eyes, he sat down on the desk slowly, and said to a secretary: "Use the authority of Andumari Take the prime minister's residence, I want an emergency encrypted channel."

Several secretaries looked at each other, and then moved the water dispenser in the corner of the office to Mitchell.

There is no bucket on the water dispenser. The water dispenser in this era has to go through complex filtration and testing, and the cheap ones will be very thick and heavy. There is such a broken water dispenser in the office of the foreign minister, which looks like a water dispenser turned over from a slum. strangeness.

But considering that the owner of this office is a psychopath—it's not surprising, who knows what the aesthetic standard of a madman is?

Mitchell stretched out his hand lazily and pressed on the spout of the water dispenser.

With a flash of blue light, the water dispenser started to move by itself, and the two metal buckles that fixed the water bucket were flipped over and tightly wrapped around Mitchell's arms: "Andumari's body has been verified by the authorized person, please enter the code."

Several secretaries took turns to enter the code, and everyone only knew part of it. There was no specific operator in Andumari, and it was so troublesome to open this mech. As for the command code that changes every three days, Mitchell thought it was troublesome. It is under the record.

"The command to open the emergency encrypted channel is passed."

The secretary immediately pushed away, and an energy shield appeared around Mitchell and the water dispenser. No sound could be heard, and the situation inside could not be seen.

"Pick up Beret and ask what it's doing?"

"I'm sorry, the level of the king-level mecha is too high, and I don't have the authority to be accountable."

Mitchell was furious, holding the water dispenser with one hand and shaking it desperately: "You are essentially the same, all metal, a bunch of parts and an intelligent system! God says that all beings are equal!"

"God? Sentient beings? I don't have the choice of communication channel." Andumari replied rigidly.

"I want to see Cyrus!" Mitchell continued shaking the water dispenser.

"Okay, Your Excellency the Prime Minister is dealing with official business." Andumari's voice did not even tremble, and a virtual screen popped up in front of Mitchell. In it, Cyrus was sitting behind a large oak table and reading something, and the curtain behind him was drawn. It was very tight, only there was a simple decorative lamp in front of him, his golden eyes casually lifted up to glance at this side, and asked simply: "Mitchell?"

"What's the matter with the civil port?" Mitchell tore off his neat collar irritably, and asked with red eyes, "I'm the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Is this a diplomatic dispute? Why didn't I come forward?"

"Several spaceships suspected of smuggling items, how can it be called a diplomatic dispute, and the Intelligence Bureau is useless." Cyrus signed the official document without looking up, ignoring Mitchell.

"wrong!"

Mitchell kicked over the water dispenser and slapped the table with a deep handprint.

Cyrus stared at the image: "Mitchell, what kind of power is this?"

"Huh?" The crazy Mitchell looked at the masterpiece on the table, the scary palm print was stunned for a few seconds, and then he laughed, "I said I am a god, and I am omnipotent."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped himself severely, and said in a strange voice as if two people were speaking at the same time: "It must be a new experiment! I don't remember, wait, it doesn't matter! Cyrus, the port The sides are very wrong, I watched the video..."

Mitchell grabbed his hair and messed it up, emphasizing desperately: "There is a problem there. My senses tell me that I must pay attention to it. There are danger signs."

Cyrus fixedly looked at Mitchell, who had known him for 70 years, and who was suddenly alienated recently.

After a long time, he asked to himself: "Oh, what's the danger? Deep Blue Star, the Deep Blue Kingdom has no enemies."

Mitchell sat on the table with disheveled hair, tilted his head and frowned, as if he was trying to remember something, but finally he fell down on the water dispenser in frustration, and said with straight eyes, "Maybe...not the enemy of the Deep Blue Kingdom."

"Whose is that?" Cyrus asked blankly.

This time Mitchell blurted out without hesitation:

"It's yours, it's coming for you!"

"..."

Cyrus took a deep look here and cut off the communication screen.

"Hey, wait, I haven't finished yet!" Mitchell screamed holding the water dispenser, "Andumari, keep connecting."

"I'm sorry, His Excellency Cyrus has more authority than yours. He refused to answer after hanging up." The water dispenser said sullenly.

"what's going on?"

"Maybe you said the wrong thing."

"What did I say? Ah, yes, I said that the problem at the port may be the enemy of Cyrus. I wonder why I said that?" Mitchell sat on the desk with his legs crossed, and his palm did not Just tap the water dispenser.

Andumari kept silent and let him shoot.

A few minutes later, the water dispenser suddenly turned on: "Master Mitchell, there is an abnormal intelligence data here, please accept and analyze it!"

"Ok?"

"I found two Prime Ministers on Deep Blue Star." Andumari said solemnly, it has the obligation to protect the safety of the owner of the Raymond Gayton chip, and the current situation is obviously abnormal.

Mitchell was dizzy, and suddenly pointed at Andumari and laughed loudly: "It turns out that mechs have schizophrenia like me, so how could there be two Cyrus? Mitchell is the only one on the entire dark blue star." one."

"..." Andumari reflected, it found the wrong person.

Mitchell has never been normal when he should be normal.

The water dispenser silently began calling for its companions.

"Andos, it's an emergency, please answer."

"what?"

Andos replied gruffly, "Andumari? You'd better hope you're okay, or I'll go to the Office of the Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs and smash you from the drinking fountain into a lottery box with a hole in the middle!"

"I will automatically format in half a minute due to a program error, now the countdown is 23, 22..."

Before Andos had time to say anything, he received a data packet transmission from Andumari. The file name was "the reason for the 2747th format". Check the file properties. situation, so there is a buffer time of 2 minutes to pack the data."

The contents of the file are two videos with the same time, which happened a few minutes ago.

Cyrus in the Prime Minister's residence was continuing to work.

But at the entrance to the tunnel leading to the dungeon, the credit card machine caught a man in a cloak. For the mech, it doesn't matter how many clothes he wears—also Cyrus.

The black-armored knight stood still for a minute, then rushed towards the entrance of the dungeon without even thinking about it.

The carnival in the dungeon continued day and night without any distinction. Everyone wore cloaks and masks, and Andos could only connect to the machine to judge which way Cyrus was going.

It scans the crowd rudely and strides past screaming tourists.

"It's a knight! Today's special program!"

"It's so tall, is it the outer shell transformed by a military robot?"

"So handsome!"

Andos was impatient with the noise, his head was covered by black metal, only a pair of glowing eyes were exposed.

But wherever it sees fiercely, it screams.

There are also a large number of tourists following Andos, who regard Andos as the signature doll of a certain store-well, it is the same as the doll wearing an Alice in Wonderland rabbit costume and swinging in front of the casino with playing cards.

Andos hadn't found Cyrus yet, and Andumari sent him another message plus a file package after restarting.

"Alert, my program is about to crash again, I saw three Cyrus, and one in the civilian port..."

"..." Andos stomped his feet angrily, clenching his fists.

At this time, the actresses on the parade float laughed and threw confetti to Andos, and chanted "I can't imagine that the God of Love is blindfolded, but he will always break into people's hearts" in a high-pitched opera interpretation. Not to be outdone, he stood up and chanted "Those lucky masks kissing the foreheads of beauties, because they are black, often remind me of the beauty of the faces covered by them..."

Andos didn't know what they were singing, and suddenly felt an obstacle in his leg.

Due to the core principle of protecting the "Dark Blue Star", of course it cannot harm the people of the Deep Blue Kingdom without an order, so it obediently looked down.

A child touched the right leg of the mecha excitedly.He also shouted to his little friend: "It's cold, so hard, just like Dad's space shuttle, it's a high-grade metal doll!"

"Oh!" A group of children rushed forward.

"..."

Ten minutes later, Andumari, who restarted again, silently used the dungeon monitoring system to watch Andos, who was caught in the "ocean of the people's war", and reflected that he had found the wrong person again and went to contact Dantalin.

The author has something to say: "Unexpectedly, the god of love will always break into people's hearts when he is blindfolded", "Those lucky masks kissing the forehead of the beauty, because they are black, often remind me of the faces covered by it. I don’t know how beautiful it is...”——The actress of "Romeo and Juliet" said Romeo's lines, no doubt molested ╮(╯_╰)╭