Chapter 370 If You Are Not Drunk, Everyone Will Get Drunk (Two in One)

No. 44 mentioned one thing, that is, "high-level guests can even decide the life or death of lower-level guests."

He is now on the 44th floor and can ask the hotel to seize the guests below the 43rd floor and send them directly to him in a life-or-death manner of his choice.

It's just one level lower, but it still possesses overwhelming power.

From the words of No. 44, Russell keenly captured a fact that is taken for granted...that is, on the island of Tongshen, where money can buy almost everything, the high-rise rooms of the Tartarus Hotel are not. Things that money can buy.

At the top of money is power.

Russell didn't know where he was in his early twenties, but at least the floors above the 44th floor could not be bought with money, but were allocated directly by the board of directors of Shenzhi Heavy Industry... How long would this allocation last from the 44th floor down? Layer and Russell didn't know.

But one thing is for sure. That is to use money to shake the power of the board of directors, which is impossible from the beginning.

That is the so-called "not for sale".

Compared with this floor, a mere human life is easy to buy.

You don't even have to pay... you just sit here and let the hotel grab whoever you want. Such is the privilege of living in the upper echelons of Tartarus.

substantive power.

The situation is completely different from Happy Island and Sogo Island - at least in the two empty islands that Russell is familiar with, human directors will hardly squander their power. In other words, they will be very cautious when exercising their power. Although they occupy a position second only to the permanent directors as immortals, they are essentially puppets chosen by the elves to satisfy the dragon's requirements.

Although he still has overwhelming power over his subordinates in the same company, that's all.

The deterrence from the dragon can even prevent the elf directors from killing an ordinary person openly; the lifespan of human directors will eventually be exhausted, and they usually focus on making money for future generations or focusing on raising children. Send him to the highest possible position while still alive.

That's all.

The company is indeed a behemoth. You don’t even have to be a director. Just a middle-level or senior leader can change the fate of millions of people with just a few words. But everyone must act within the rules set by the dragons... on thin ice.

However, Tongshen Island is different.

Russell has not met the elf directors here yet, only Chairman Sal. He is indeed a kind and kind man.

But the human directors here seem to be crazy - completely opposite to the situation on Happy Island.

They are deeply addicted to the poison of power.

Make humans into machines and machines into humans.

Break down your superior power into "floors" with clear hierarchies, rent the lower floors above the 20th floor to wealthy people, and rent the floors below the 20th floor to criminals and uncoded persons. anyone. And as long as they stayed in the hotel, Tartarus would keep them safe.

Russell looked down from the window - even the aerial vehicle of the Shenzhen Heavy Industry Executive Department did not dare to approach here and could only park half a street away. Russell had no doubt that if it got any closer, it would be shot down directly by the drones patrolling the sky.

The employees of Tartarus can only serve Tartarus throughout their lives.

It is also called indentured labor.

Theoretically, indentured workers still have recognized human rights; they are just restricted by legal contracts and cannot break away from their jobs. Because although they have human rights and freedoms, they do not have the freedom to "break away from work" because of the existence of the contract.

The degree of transformation of the prosthetic body has reached this level, and if it is not maintained by Tartarus - or the unique technology of Shenzhen Heavy Industry, it will definitely go crazy. That is to say, no matter how much money they earn here or how much savings they accumulate, they will never be able to leave Tartarus.

Because of this, they are trustworthy “security guards” and “managers”. If the loss of personality is regarded as a kind of spiritual death, then the only result of their betrayal of Tartarus is death in the sense of personality.

There may not be many such employees in this fifty-story hotel.

But what makes Russell feel heavy is that such "contracted labor" can clearly exist in Tartarus.

That means there are probably other places on Tongshen Island...such as Mr. Otter. These researchers didn't even dare to drink outside. They must have signed some kind of contract.

A deformed society like Happy Island...can it really be considered a "happy" island among the seven empty islands?

So, Chairman Sai Lun will become a saint?

Because she actually did something good?

——What good deeds have you done? Let Happy Island not be the worst.

...so ridiculous.

Russell even shouted directly and couldn't help but sneer.

No wonder Tongshen Island does not suppress the Uncoded like Happy Island... Even if the synths rebel and steal a red mecha, they still hold a banquet as usual.

Because they don't need it at all.

Those rebels composed of uncoded people were unable to damage the Tartarus Hotel at all.

Shenzhi Heavy Industry did not research "weapons", so it did not touch the dragon's bottom line.

But the advanced materials they studied - the buildings that cannot be breached and the "knights" transformed into high-strength prosthetics - can easily ignore most firepower just by relying on the materials themselves.

And those "multi-function drones" equipped with cameras, searchlights, listening devices and other equipment also have firepower.

The more violent the rebels are, the more they are helping them sell "hotel tickets."

These tickets are like "indulgences." Or a ticket to Noah’s Ark.

No matter how wealthy the boss is, he can only move to a certain level with the approval of the board of directors. Which floor of the room they can buy depends not on how much money they have, but how much face the board of directors is willing to give them - and what they pay is definitely not just the little "accommodation money". You will definitely have to pay more, and even become another kind of "contracted labor" on the board of directors, to gain security and power.

No matter what they are afraid of.

Be it rebel synths, Uncoded killers, or mercenaries and mages... they can only come to Tartarus.

Voluntarily give up something to enter "hell." And how long they can live there is obviously not up to them.

Even if they paid a hundred years of accommodation fees, the board of directors could grab him out of the room if they wanted to. The people who did this were even the "security guards" who were originally protecting them.

"...So it's very suspicious that those synthetic humans who have been living in laboratories since birth suddenly mastered a giant robot."

Russell frowned.

If he guessed correctly...

I'm afraid that the "synthetic rebellion" itself is also driven by the board of directors.

He had a vague idea in his heart...

If it were him before, he probably wouldn't have dared to do such a bold thing.

But for him now, the sense of restraint from human morality has become much lighter.

He shook his head and put this thought aside for now. Continue to look for Ringo in room 4401.

When he entered the bedroom, he finally found her.

But when Russell saw her, he really couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Because at this moment, Ringo does not look very decent——

She was holding a cup of hot cocoa, sipping it in small sips. Her cheeks were flushed, and her collarbone was stained red, as if she had drunk too much wine.

Seeing Russell come in, Ringo seemed a little unresponsive.

But then, she subconsciously let out an aggrieved whimper.

It's like a dog jumping up and slapping its legs at the door when its owner comes home.

"Mr. Ultramarine!"

Perhaps because she drank too much cocoa, her voice became high-pitched, loud, and even a little sharp: "Why did you leave me over there--"

"Ah, sorry sorry..."

Russell watched Ringo jump off the bed, trot all the way to him, and subconsciously touched Ringo's hair.

"I promised to keep an eye on you..."

Ringo's voice sounded very aggrieved.

Compared to the clear and lovely voice before, her voice sounded softer and smoother now.

When you act coquettishly, it's as sweet as if you were soaked in syrup.

Russell was almost drowning in syrup, with the expression of an old man on a subway cell phone.

"...Are you drunk?"

He held Lin Yu's chin with his left hand, and opened her eyelids with his right hand, revealing clear bloodshot eyes.

"Can you drink cocoa? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

Russell said casually.

That being said... But as an excellent employee of the execution department, Lin Ju must have undergone a physical examination and be aware of it.

Cocoa allergy is a relatively common disease among small animal spirits. It's probably similar to the number of people allergic to seafood among humans, and even less common than the number of people allergic to alcohol.

"I don't have any~"

Ringo seemed to be drunk, making a sweet and sticky voice: "I'm just sensitive to cocoa... Just drink a little, and nothing will happen."

"Then I won't see a doctor?"

Russell reminded: "If you feel uncomfortable, just shout. We can send you directly to get an injection on the 44th."

"It doesn't matter even if I faint~"

Ringo approached Russell with a smile, and his breath was filled with the rich sweetness of cocoa: "Even if I faint without saying a word, the hotel will carry me to treatment. In this case, there is nothing to be afraid of~"

Russell just smelled the rich cocoa breath in her mouth and nose, and knew that Ringo was not just drinking this cup.

She really doesn't drink.

But while waiting for herself, she probably drank more than one cup of hot cocoa... She was obviously excited.

"You are just bullying me, Mr. Ultramarine..."

With Russell touching his head, Ringo brought his head closer and kept pushing it into Russell's palm, making a whimpering sound like a puppy.

This is a common paraphilia among canine soul relatives...a longing for the touch of a powerful person. Not just the hair, but the chin, ears and neck.

Usually in elementary school, this kind of psychic reaction is curbed through education. But now, under the excitement of Coco, Ringo's true nature has obviously been exposed.

"If the captain is still here...if the senior sister is here, it will definitely not be so easy for you to escape..."

Her voice was sweet, but there was a hint of resentment in it: "But I can't do anything.

"After all, I'm just a pet dog... If the owner doesn't take me out, I can't get out no matter how hard I scratch the door..."

It's like being coquettish or crying.

The voice was too soft and delicate, and it sounded like she was crying... But Russell couldn't tell whether she was really crying.

...just as if wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.

Maybe she just wanted to drink hot cocoa on purpose and drink it until she was drunk. Through the intoxication brought by cocoa, he vents his resentment and fear.

What she said was indeed good.

If Ringo's experienced captain and his girlfriend were still alive, it would not be so easy to let Russell go out and contact the locals at will outside the surveillance range. However, Ringo's work experience was obviously insufficient. She did not realize that she had to accompany Russell at all times and could not let him out of her sight, so she let Russell go at will.

The situation is now clear.

In the three-person team accompanying Russell, Ringo should be positioned as the vase who is responsible for dealing with Russell and gaining Russell's favor.

The main purpose is to be responsible for suppressing and easing Russell's anger when the other two "bodyguards" make tougher demands that displease Russell... and at the same time, in order to be able to sustain the relationship in a more private space. Accompany him and keep Russell within sight of the three-man team.

In other words, Ringo is the "personal" bodyguard who is kept in the open, and her task is to stick to Russell at all times.

The two people who died in the previous plane crash were the kind of real bodyguards who followed Russell secretly and killed the suspects in advance.

"Keep your wits about you, Ringo. Don't think too much."

Russell could only whisper softly to prevent her from losing control of her psychic powers at least.

He could already see a pink halo flashing in Ringo's eyes. That's a sign of psychic activation.

And when you don't want to use psionic energy, psionic energy is automatically activated... This is a sign that the floating red shift is close to the blue shift.

"You don't know!"

Ringo said with a cry: "I was originally...a pet assigned to you by Sun Island.

"I am going to be sold. According to the mission of Sun Island, from the very beginning, on the first night I accompany you, I will sleep with you... The only person who can live in the same room with you is you. bodyguard...

"But I was very cunning and didn't tell my real mission. Because I didn't want to...because what I like is my captain..."

"...I don't need that kind of personal bodyguard. I'm a guy with a girlfriend."

Russell frowned, but still patiently persuaded: "I will take you out tomorrow, be good..."

"I know you don't need it... We all know it. You are the 'hero' Ultramarine, handsome, gentle and wise. There will be no shortage of people who love you..."

Ringo couldn't help but said everything: "What Sun Island wants is to borrow seeds.

"According to the investigation, your parents are both psykers, and you are also a psyker. According to the research results of Thoth's psionic power, there is a special gene for psychic adaptability... and I am the most suitable, An 'adaptive body' that can give birth to powerful offspring.

"That's why I am...that's why I don't understand anything...

"My captain and senior sister actually accompanied me here. They are not only the company's monitors, but also my monitors...

"If I can give birth to an heir with you, it will be transformed in my womb. Through the 'psionic resonance' technology, it can be born with wisdom similar to yours... If you die, it will also inherit it. Your psychic powers.”

"……why me?"

Russell took a breath and couldn't help but ask me: "I shouldn't be...'smart' enough to alert Thoth's psychic ability, right?"

If you include the Godfather and his now awakened core, it's barely the same.

But Ultramarine's revealed abilities may be called smart, but they are definitely not wise.

Ringo let out a sob as if he was dreaming: "Because Professor Chen wants to prove that psychic adaptability can be inherited. You and your mother have the same psychic ability, which is why you have become the best and only expert on this subject. Samples of…”

That is, the sin from the Island of the Sun.

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