One Hundred and Ninety Arrest

"Good morning, engineer." A girl with a sweet smile, holding a glass of boiling water, passed by Schreck, who was opening the door, and greeted him very friendly.

"Uh, oh, good morning!" Shrek turned around and responded with a squeezed smile on his face.

He nervously twisted the door of his office with the key, and then got in to avoid the sight of others.

As if the closed door in front of him could prevent everyone from prying on him.

As an engineer who has used the knowledge magic ball, he is a technical backbone who is highly respected by other people in the factory. For many mechanical problems, everyone will ask him for advice, and he is affectionately called an engineer.

But now, he has just done a big thing that can't be known to others, so his expression is very nervous, and he even sweats a lot.

After all, he is not a professional spy. When doing spy work, it is inevitable to be nervous and guilty.

Throwing the briefcase on the table, he picked up the boiling water that he had left in the cup yesterday, and filled himself with gurgling, finally stabilizing some emotions.

Thinking carefully that he is about to become a hero to restore the Arrant Empire and save his motherland, Shrek feels that he is full of power. At least in his own opinion, he is doing something big, and he is moving towards greatness.

The frustrating work in front of him made him feel depressed, and he felt that he was destined to be a great person.

The spokesperson of the magic empire in the mortal world is destined to be superior, and his children will be taken to the magic empire to be taken care of, and finally become a great magician - this is the promise given to him by the puppets, and it is also the life he yearns for.

Opened a newspaper full of reports about technological innovations and various experimental successes. This is an in-house technical newspaper, the kind that Alan Hill is authoritative for.

Schreck irritably threw the newspaper aside, and every time he read articles about major technological breakthroughs, he felt his determination shaken.

He didn't dare to look directly at the efforts of mortals, and dared not look at the achievements that sounded great. He didn't believe that mortals could surpass those magicians like gods, even if mortals had already beaten the Holy Demon Empire.

After getting out of his desk, he walked to the front of the tin filing cabinet, opened the filing cabinet, and started rummaging for the information inside. These are some of the core information that he can contact, about the many technical products of this machinery production factory.

"Take some more... The technology obtained by the puppet empire can produce these equipment..." He looked at the file bag that was already missing in the cabinet,

Some murmured inwardly.

He had already taken some of them before, and if these documents continued to be so few, sooner or later he would be exposed. But those people had promised him that if he needed help, those people would take him out of here and find a place to remain anonymous.

So although he was very nervous, he didn't mean to back down. Those gold coins gave him hope and hope that he would become a superior man.

The big deal, taking those gold coins to the Jasno Empire or the Palak Empire is enough for him to become a rich man and live a comfortable life.

Thinking of this, he stuffed the thick stack of documents and drawings into his file bag, and his expression became resolute.

It's been done several times anyway, and it's too late to think about anything else! Get these things into the hands of the puppets and leave with your family.

When the person above knows that he is missing, and then finds the lost files, trying to find him is almost like looking for a needle in a haystack. As long as he crosses the border and arrives at the Jasno Empire or the Palak Empire, changing his name is as simple as it gets.

"Dangdang." At this moment, someone knocked on his office door, which startled him. He hurriedly stuffed the documents in his hand back into the filing cabinet, then closed the cabinet, tidied up his clothes, and asked nervously, "Who, who?"

"Mr. Engineer, someone is looking for you." At the door, the voice of the little girl with a sweet smile came, which sounded very natural.

In Shrek's view, everyone has problems. He is a person with secrets now, so he is suspicious and suspicious of every look that looks at him.

But in this case, it was obviously unrealistic not to open the door, so he walked to the door of the office and opened the door.

The two men stood behind the little girl with smiles on their faces. As soon as they met, they introduced themselves: "Mr. Schreck, we are technicians from the '1572 Factory', and I came here to ask you some questions."

Shrek didn't think much, and let his door open: "Oh, oh, that's it, then come in and talk."

The young girl smiled sweetly at Shrek, then turned and left. After the two men entered the house, the man behind closed the door.

"This isn't the first time we've met, Mr. Shrek." One of the two men leaned against the wall at the door, looked at Shrek with a smile on his face, and said.

"Where have I... seen Your Excellency?" Shrek frowned, as if trying to recall where he and the other party had met.

The man leaning against the wall by the door didn't let him think for long, and said directly: "Perhaps you haven't forgotten that the last time we met, you took some documents and walked into Lane 13, Grueler Street... "

"You guys!" Shrek reacted at once, and he certainly wouldn't forget that he had been there. He suddenly wanted to stand up, but the man beside him grabbed his shoulders and pressed him down.

"You'd better not move, Mr. Shrek!" The man beside him seemed to have a thousand strength in the palm of his hand, pressing down on Shrek out of breath. The man spoke lightly, but with an unquestionable tone.

"You are looking for the wrong person! I don't know what Grulaire Street is, you must be looking for the wrong person." Shrek was already flustered, and defended in a warlike tone.

A disdainful smile appeared on the face of the man leaning against the wall at the door, and he said coldly, "You'd better stop struggling, Mr. Schreck! We are here because we have mastered your leaked secrets. Evidence! If you don't confess, the sentence will be very long."

"I...I..." Shrek wanted to defend himself a few more words, but found that he couldn't say anything at all. The other party had already found his head and said the exact location of Grueler Street, and he knew that he was completely finished.

Before, he was still thinking about escaping with the whole family, but when disaster was approaching, he realized that escaping was actually a good ending that was as difficult as the sky.

...

In the room on 13 Grüler Street, a puppet was beaten into a sieve by a row of bullets. He struggled and fell to the ground, behind the shattered mask, a strange voice kept complaining: "Damn... If this is a more advanced puppet, you are all dead! Dead!"

Guards soldiers armed with STG-44 assault rifles rushed up the stairs, and smashed the magic circle that had just risen in front of a puppet wearing a black robe on the stairs. And with the fall of this puppet, the fireball magic circle he prepared also quietly dissipated.

Because of their low level, the combat power of these puppets is similar to that of low-level magicians. Although they can use simple magic, their combat power is not really strong. Compared to the god puppet who blocked the murder, the combat power of these puppets in front of them is really similar to that of ordinary soldiers.

With just one charge, these Guard soldiers rushed up the stairs, killed two puppets who had drawn out their long swords to fight, and occupied the entire room.

In the last room, the leading puppet stood up, looked at the black muzzle pointed at him, and sighed: "We stay here for the last batch of documents, and now it seems that the last batch of documents , we can't get it."

"It seems that there is no need for trial. It is the puppet empire who stole our technology!" An officer looked at a middle-aged woman in a gray magician's robe and said.

"Like the last time, the interrogation can't find anything. They are just puppets and may be abandoned at any time." The middle-aged woman in the magician's robe shook her head and said, "It's a very troublesome case."

"It's really troublesome..." The puppet headed nodded and seemed to agree with the other party's words. Then his movements became stiff, and he stretched out his black robe with one hand and shook it twice outside: "Goodbye!"

After saying the last sentence, the puppet fell to the ground as if its soul had been taken away.

"Recently, we cracked two such cases. Except for the bewitched executor, they were all such puppets." The middle-aged woman said helplessly as she watched the puppet fall to the ground.

"Puppet... What does the puppet empire want to do? Don't they know that Alan Hill's patience is limited?" The officer who led the troops frowned and asked bitterly.

"It seems that they are very interested in our technology. In fact, in the magic empire, it seems that only they use the mechanical technology that we imagined." The woman replied: "Their technology and our technology have too much in common. , so interest is inevitable.”

"Then we just let people play passively like this?" The officer leading the troops continued to question unwillingly.

"It's not all... We are also studying the technology of the puppet empire..." The woman glanced at the officer and said with a sneer: "But these are not the areas you can touch."

What she didn't say was that in a secret base in Ellen Hill, the number of engineers studying magic puppets was large enough to form an infantry battalion...