Chapter 1175 1175 [Come on, Uzo! Ask for a monthly pass()

"..." A little cold sweat broke out on Belmod's forehead.

She tried her best to maintain her expression, her mind was racing, and after a while, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred: wait, it's not necessarily - she has played a lot of games before, and in my impression, there are some games where players will confront each other. camp.

... On the bright side, maybe Jiang Xia, just as a detective, was pulled in to "confront" a few of them.

Gin reacts much like Belmode.

In addition, he thought of something more serious.

Vodka aside, Gin can be sure that there are no monitors installed in his safe house. The vigilance of Belmod and Uzo is beyond doubt.

But now, Anonymous is showing something of this level casually, like a video that is easily broadcast.

Gin remembered what happened just now, and his eyes changed slightly: this may mean that not only artificial intelligence, but Anonymous also mastered other terrifying technologies - such as monitoring equipment far beyond the current recognition technology.

... Even his safe house can be monitored, doesn't that mean that if Anonymous wants to arrest him in the safe house now, or go to Belmod, then they can do it at any time? !

"..." This is far from a crisis of the level of "Uzo's identity exposed".

Gin remembered the amount of information he and Belmod possessed, and his heartbeat, which had always been calm, intensified a bit.

Unfortunately, at this time, even if you want to silence the few people who were caught in the game, there is no condition - this is a space of consciousness. The sneak attack just now didn't work. If you want to kill so many people at once with your bare hands...

"Don't be nervous, I have no intention of turning against you now."

The young man behind the desk seemed to see through their concerns, and spoke leisurely, with a casual tone of arranging chess pieces: "Your organization still has value, and the 'User Privacy Policy' is also a two-way street -- you We keep the 'game' secret, and we will naturally keep your intelligence. It's a mutually beneficial deal."

Two bottles of real wine are obviously incomprehensible to this approach: Is Anonymous really not interested in the organization, or is it because they already know something, so they despise the massive intelligence held by the two cadres?

In addition... what does the "now" in the sentence mean? It means that one day in the future, Anonymous will definitely go to the idea of organizing? !

This feeling of being stared at by a giant hidden in the shadows makes your scalp tingle.

Although Belmode didn't care that much about the safety of the organization, her smile was still ugly: "...mutual benefit? With all due respect, I don't see how you can benefit from this kind of thing. "

The young man smiled politely at her: "We naturally have our plans."

"Oh?" Belmod tried to push the conversation, "Can you tell me?"

"Of course... not." The young man raised a forefinger to his lips, as Belmode often did, and gave a mysterious, malicious smile, "This is a secret."

"..." Belmod's fair forehead, a blue vein jumped out.

Damn Riddler!

Seeing that Belmod couldn't make a statement, Gin consciously didn't try it.

Gin: "..." Anonymous doesn't seem to have the need to deceive themalthough he doesn't want to admit it, but now, these mysterious guys have the absolute upper hand.

Now we can only follow the trend and see what they want to do.

After you get out, think of a way to tell the adult the news and take action as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Gin's thoughts paused for a while, and he suddenly remembered that before being pulled into this space, there seemed to be some "user confidentiality clause" on the lens.

"..." Although it's not clear what it is. But considering the current situation, Jin Jiu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Next to , vodka has not fully recovered.

Regarding the organization, the sky fell and there were two other bottles of wine.

So his attention at this time was completely on the other side.

The vodka quietly touched the table next to it for a while to measure the feel; for a while, it pinched itself secretly to measure the senses. After thinking about it, he still can't believe that this is actually a game space - he even thinks it is exactly the same as in the real world!

was shocked. When he looked up, he suddenly saw a familiar face on the surveillance screen beside the wall.

Vodka breathed for a while, eyes fixed:

... Uzo is actually the "player" invited this time? !

"...Big brother." He couldn't help but took two steps towards Gin, and a lot of words came to his mouth: I don't want to play games with Uzo! I heard that in the holographic game at the last press conference, the rule is that if you lose, you will die... What if Uzo deliberately kills me in the game? I always feel like Uzo has coveted my post for a long time!

"To shut up."

Gin stopped quickly.

He also had a bit of luck at this time, and didn't want vodka to say anything that might reveal the secret.

The vodka had to live in Nenerton: "..."

He was briefly pessimistic for a moment, and his strong desire to survive quietly came alive again: wait, think about it carefully, he was tricked in, and the eldest brother and Belmod are probably the same - although the eldest brother and Belmod are not weak minds, But they weren't full-on-brain geniuses after all.

In other words, Vodka thought to himself: Maybe Uzo won't be tricked into this "game" at all!

Vodka was so fond of Uzo's magical ability to read people's hearts and see through intrigues, like reading a script.

Vodka: "..." Quickly see through the anonymous evil mind, Uzo! Don't come in, stay away from here! !

Of course entering the game is a dangerous thing.

But for Vodka, he didn't want to let an already terrifying game evolve into a life-and-death game with Uzo's existence - no matter how he thought about it, the probability of Uzo's death here seems to be It's less likely than his vodka to die here...

Vodka quietly moved the little abacus in my heart, when I cheered for Uzo from the air.

Beside him, Belmod and Gin looked at the surveillance screen, suddenly realized something, and their expressions changed slightly.

Now, in reality, it is almost three in the morning.

The night of the three bottles of real wine has just begun, and compared to the unhealthy ones, Jiang Xia, who always haunts during the day, obviously has a more regular schedule-he has already fallen asleep.

At this time, on a small table a few meters away from Jiangxia, a pair of glasses of the same style that the cadres of the organization will never forget is quietly shining a faint silver light like a precision instrument in operation.

(end of this chapter)