Chapter 115 Gunshot

The strong man's spirit is close to the edge of collapse.

At this time, as long as Arno can shut up, he will answer no matter what he is asked.

This is Arno's purpose.

He is a pacifist and will not do meaningless things.

As for what to do if the strong man's spirit completely collapses, it is not Arno's problem.

The human mind has the function of self-regulation.

Whether it can be adjusted well depends on the strong man himself.

"Answer my question."

Arno squatted and looked into the strong man's chaotic eyes calmly.

"Tell me, what are you doing in this place in the third group? What is your mission? Where is the destination of the transport plane?"

This question completely exposed the fact that Arno was not a member of the third group.

But at this time, it didn't matter.

The strong man didn't care who Arno was. As long as Arno shut up and didn't force him to see the body of his companion, he would be satisfied.

"The mission of the third group is not important..."

The strong man licked his dry lips and said with difficulty.

"It is our duty to ensure that the transport plane reaches the destination and delivers the food to the bottom."

"That's all."

Arno nodded thoughtfully.

I see, so that's why I said before that the third group was not worth invading?

If it's just food security, it is of course very important.

But in terms of the intelligence that can be obtained, it is useless.

You can't expect the logistics to know the situation at the front line.

"Where is the destination of the transport plane, under that hole?"

Arno asked again.

This question is the end point.

However, the strong man shook his head at this question.

"Each group is responsible for different parts, and the information is not shared with each other."

"Only the top people know the whole details."

"They are also responsible for dispatching."

"Each of our groups is just a part of each part."

"So, I can't answer your question."

Nothing can be heard from the strong man's words.

Now he can no longer express any thoughts about his work.

As for Arno, he also roughly understood why the top management made such a mysterious decision.

It was nothing more than wanting to shroud the whole thing in mystery.

In addition, this division can also minimize the loss of a group paralysis.

If a group cannot carry out the task, personnel can be transferred from other places at any time.

"It's the same as the assembly line."

Arno sneered in his heart.

This approach is very efficient and confidential,

but it is not very humane.

This approach is not recognized on the surface even in a place like the Empire.

Of course, it's only on the surface.

In secret, there are many such things.

However, the initiator is a department directly under the Empire, so this situation is not common.

"How can I find the senior management of the department?"

After thinking about it, Arno asked.

Since no more information can be obtained from the third group, the only way is to attack the senior management mentioned by the strong man.

Arno guessed that those magic students who were transferred should be related to the current matter.

As long as we find the top management and figure out the whole story, their whereabouts should be revealed.

Fortunately, thanks to the special status of the Royal School of Magic, they will not be used as screws.

"Top management..."

"If you want to find them, then go to the third floor."

"Most of the top management offices are on the third floor."

"It's just that it's heavily guarded there, and you need a password and identity verification to enter and exit, even for familiar faces."

The sturdy man looked at Arno's familiar face, and there was no light in his eyes.

He was not mocking or ridiculing, but just saying what he thought in his heart.

"I see."

So, his current face-changing method can't be used for the time being.

However, it's not that there is no way.

It's just a little troublesome.

"There is another way..."

Suddenly, the sturdy man said this.

"Oh?"

Arno looked at him curiously.

Now, the sturdy man, who was as disappointed as death, was willing to tell him everything.

This is a great convenience for Arno.

"Occasionally, there will be people wearing white robes on the first and second floors."

"They are both senior executives and researchers."

"You should be able to ask them what you want to know."

After the strong man finished speaking, he looked at Yanmo with turbid and chaotic eyes.

"I have answered all your questions."

Yanuo nodded.

He really didn't want to ask anything else.

After all, as an unknown person in the third group, the strong man could provide him with too little information.

Although there were gains on this trip, the gains were not great.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, a light flashed in Yanuo's mind.

He stood up, looked at the strong man, and asked.

"Can the transport plane carry people directly down?"

If you can, you can save yourself a lot of trouble.

Wouldn’t it be nice to speed pass directly?

"Impossible."

However, the strong man shook his head at such a good idea.

"Although the transport plane can deliver food, it cannot carry people down."

"In the middle of the hole, there are more than 360 magic arrays and thousands of verified radars."

"As soon as it is detected that you are not food, you will turn into blood in an instant."

This level of defensive strength has never been seen before by Arnold.

Even the palace may not have such tight defenses.

What kind of secret is hidden underneath this?

Arno was becoming more and more curious.

"Thank you for your answer."

"Then you're free."

After saying this, Arnold opened the door.

The blood was released and immediately flowed out from the gap.

"You won't kill me?"

The strong man asked blankly.

"Why should I kill you?"

"You have answered my question."

Arno said calmly, and immediately walked out of the door, taking it with him.

However, he did not leave directly. Instead, he leaned against the door and listened to what was going on inside.

"I...don't have to die?"

The strong man looked at the blood on the ground and murmured.

A glimmer of courage appeared in his heart from nowhere, allowing him to dare to look at the corpses after Arno left.

"Ten minutes ago, we were chatting and laughing."

Muttering softly to himself, the strong man smiled bitterly.

He walked slowly to the control console.

Looking at the sophisticated instrument panels and the alarms that Arnold had previously controlled, he shook his head.

He doesn't need any of this.

"That's it."

He took out a gun from a crack under the console, and the strong man put it against his chin.

Bang,

There was a gunshot.

The blood spilled onto the ground and merged with the dark blood.

Outside,

Arno listened to the gunshot, shook his head, turned and left.