Chapter 471 "Tracking" "Team" "Invasion"

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The sudden, relaxed and familiar inquiry from behind made Sirak Oren's whole body stiffen, his hair stood up instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The tone was as if the two had been old friends for many years, but he clearly remembered that it was just an ordinary conversation and consultation online a few days ago.

Chirac never expected that this kind of thing would have a "follow-up".

He suppressed the panic in his heart, tried to appear calm, and decided to completely ignore the other party's existence.

He didn't look back or make any unnecessary movements. He stared straight ahead, pretending not to hear the inquiry.

Chirac quickly calculated in his mind that the wisest choice now was to pretend he didn't know anything.

Even if you are forced to deal with it, you can still use "you have the wrong person" to deal with it.

After all, the train platform is a public place with a dense flow of people coming and going. Coupled with a large number of monitoring facilities and drone base stations, there is no need to worry about safety issues.

However, the other party seems not to give up:

"Hello?"

When the man saw that Chirac did not respond, there was a hint of doubt in his tone.

He took a step forward, approached Chirac's side, then extended his left hand unceremoniously and patted Chirac's right shoulder.

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This slap shocked Chirac's heart, and cold sweat broke out down his back.

His body reflexively tensed up for a moment, but then he quickly adjusted, trying to look as natural as possible.

Realizing that the other party seemed determined to start a conversation with him, Chirac had no choice but to turn around and look behind him, while trying to adjust his expression so that he looked confused.

He deliberately pretended not to know what was going on, trying to minimize the other party's interest.

After turning around, the other person's appearance also appeared in his eyes.

Standing in front of him was a tall young man with a strong aura.

The other person is about ten centimeters taller than Chirac, about 1.91 or 92 meters tall, and his strong physique is even more impressive.

Even though he was wearing a common spring school uniform and coat, the other person's strong muscles were still clearly visible, and the material was slightly tight on his shoulders and chest, showing an extremely strong body.

As for his appearance, he has three-dimensional facial features, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and neatly short hair. His whole person exudes a decisive temperament, which fully meets the recruitment standards of the Sons of Man Legion.

Many questions flashed through Chirac's mind.

Why would such a person be screened out by the Legion?

Even for the harsh standards of a son of man, the young man in front of him should not have failed at all.

But this was not the time to delve deeper. He quickly recovered from his brief daze and spoke calmly:

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

After hearing Chirac's response, the smile on the other party's face became gentler, and his tone became relaxed and familiar:

"Fresh Fruit 1155, I'm here for the Emperor Boots."

These words made Chirac's heart suddenly sink again, and his vigilance quickly increased, but the expression on his face still maintained a superficial calm.

But the other party continued indifferently: "My real name is Marul Konko. I am very happy to meet you offline, classmate Hirak Oren."

"How do you know my name?!"

Chirac's brows immediately knitted together, and his expression instantly became alert.

He did not choose to show off his cards directly, but instead hid his emotions behind angry words on the surface. He quickly clenched his hands into fists and leaned forward slightly, as if he was ready to take action at any time.

And his tone became more and more angry: "What about 'Fresh Fruit 1155' and 'For the Emperor's Boots'? I think you have the wrong person?! Are you a pervert?"

After speaking, he turned around without hesitation and walked towards the drone base station in the corner of the platform, his eyes fixed on the surveillance system composed of multiple sensors and cameras above.

Chirac's heartbeat accelerated, and his intuition told him that the situation in front of him was very unusual, and the stranger's behavior was beyond the scope of his understanding.

He planned to report the suspicious situation to nearby patrol officers through the base station to ensure that he would not fall into some unknown danger.

"Hey! Hey!"

Seeing Chirac's sudden move, Malul Konko seemed to realize that the situation was a little out of control, and immediately reached out to stop him.

The tone quickly changed from relaxed to urgent, with a little anxiety: "Why don't you call the police? It seems that I really recognized the wrong person. I'm sorry!"

Chirac stopped. Although he was no longer eager to take action, he still turned around alertly, staring at the guy named Marul Konko with cold eyes, and asked again in a deep voice:

"How the hell do you know my name?"

There was unconcealable anger in his tone, as if the other person's answer would determine his next action.

"Hey, this is quite troublesome."

Malur scratched the back of his head, as if trying to form words.

His tone was still relaxed, but mixed with a hint of embarrassment and helplessness:

“That’s right, I chatted with a guy named ‘Fresh Fruit 1155’ online before.

We have all had similar experiences, so I thought that if we had the opportunity to meet offline, mainly because we have had the same experiences, we could discuss where to go in the future. "

Malu paused, and seeing that Chirac's face was still stern, he continued to explain:

“At that time, he said he lived in Odegat, but the more I thought about it, the more wrong I became.

The situation he described, especially the reason for being rejected by the pharmacist, was almost exactly the same as the process of my rejection. It was like he had used my experience and changed a few words. "

Having said this, Maluer spread his hands, and there was a hint of matter-of-factness in his tone:

“So I guess he may be in the same city as me on Harvest, which is New Argo.

But there shouldn't be many people from New Argo High School who can participate in the Children of Men's recruitment and still be rejected by pharmacists.

So, I asked a few friends to check whether any school students had been rejected by Children of Man recently, and then I started to check these schools one by one. "

At this time, Maluer pointed at himself and slowed down his tone, as if he wanted Chirac to think that his actions were completely reasonable:

"That's why I found you. By the way, if I really recognized the wrong person, that's my problem. I'm sorry!"

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After listening to the other party's explanation, Chirac remained calm on the surface, but he felt that the other party's details were "full of loopholes."

Especially the "ask a friend to check" thing doesn't sound credible at all.

The other party concluded that he lived in New Argo just based on intuition, which was even more difficult for Chirac to understand.

'Either this guy is a complete pervert, or he has some purpose that must be accomplished. ’ Chirac thought.

At the same time, he also decided not to be entangled with the other party anymore.

Whatever Maluer’s motivations were, continuing the conversation would only expose himself to more information.

The safest way is to contact my father who works at the police station immediately and report the situation in detail.

Chirac nodded slightly, deliberately relaxed his expression, and replied as if nothing had happened:

"I see. To be honest, your speculation is quite interesting. But I'm really sorry. I'm not that 'fresh fruit'. You really got the wrong person."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Maluer to say anything more, he took a step back and opened the distance between the two.

"Indeed, indeed." Maluer's tone was still a little entangled, and the smile on his face was also a little helpless:

"That's really my problem. I'm sorry to bother you."

After saying that, Maluer decisively turned around and left, heading towards the escalator without any delay.

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Chirac stood there, watching the other party's figure disappear completely, and then the tension and uneasiness in his heart relaxed a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

In the blink of an eye, he took out his Titan mobile phone from his pocket, swiped his fingers quickly on the screen, and wrote a text message to his father, describing in a concise and clear way the physical characteristics of Malul Konko, as well as the relationship between him and him. Conversation content.

At the end, he did not forget to add his speculation: "Maluer Konko did not come into contact with him accidentally, but had a purpose. It is very likely that someone is controlling him behind the scenes.

Maybe there is an organization that tries to contact and show favor to the teenagers who were not selected by the Sons of Man Legion. "

As for how his father would judge, it was no longer his concern.

What's more, he wasn't "reporting a false police report". After all, the guy who called himself Marul Konko stalked and harassed him.

Who knows who else that guy did the same thing to?

Just when he was about to relax for a while, a radio reminder suddenly came on the radio:

"The train is about to arrive at the station. Please be careful to get off first and get on last."

The train finally came to a stop in front of a familiar platform, the hard light fence began to work, and the hatch slowly opened.

Chirac waited silently for other passengers to get off the bus first, and after making sure there was nothing unusual around him, he entered the car.

Then, he chose a seat near the back and by the window to sit down.

When he cast his gaze out the window and looked at his hometown in the evening, the previous uneasiness and nervousness gradually gave way to a sense of solidity that quickly took over his heart.

The scenery outside still feels peaceful and beautiful, with wide streets, busy sky rail trains, and high-rise buildings twinkling under the afterglow of stars.

Chirac's thoughts were temporarily interrupted by the scene outside the window, but he soon returned to his inner state of alertness.

He knew that although everything seemed peaceful at the moment, he was still not completely relaxed inside.

Maluer's actions were too suspicious and had obvious purpose, so he decided to be fully prepared to ensure that he was not exposed to any potential threats at any stage.

He planned to take the car straight ahead until he was far away from the community where their home was located, and then transfer to another sky train to go to the central hospital where his mother was located.

Going home at this time, but he was alone, was the most unsafe stage.

Even if the community has security, there are also monitoring and drone base stations, etc.

But who knows if Malur has other hidden methods that can bypass the security system of the stupid AI and reach the floor where their family is located?

Therefore, everything should be done safely.

Chinese and Western hospitals also have armed security

But unlike community security, the security of the Chinese and Western Hospital is directly under Atlas. It has weapons and equipment no less than those of the Imperial Marine Corps, and its combat effectiveness is much stronger than the patrols of the local police station and the SWAT team.

Chirac believed that no matter how many means and powerful background Maluer had, he might not be able to easily shake the defense line in the face of a "behemoth" security system like Atlas Hospital.

What's more, the security force of the Central Hospital goes beyond that.

In other words, every Atlas hospital also has a truly top-level combat unit, the Atlas Emergency Medical Countermeasures Team, usually called——

Trauma team.

Each member of this team is a top elite selected from the Atlas system. They have gone through countless rigorous selection and training. Not only do they have excellent tactical qualities, but they have also been injected with specialized drugs. Ques Serum.

For them, no enemy, whether pure militants or special operations personnel, poses a real threat.

Only with the presence of the Astartes can we have enough confidence to win easily.

Although in human society at this stage, there are almost no cases of robbery, injury, kidnapping and extortion, there will always be extremely vicious people causing trouble.

For Atlas's medical unit, human life matters, and nothing can compare to human life.

If the local police station is unable to handle a difficult case and the injured are in critical condition, the nearest hospital will dispatch its trauma team to intervene forcibly.

After Chirac was "rejected" by the Children of Man, he seemed quite depressed and depressed, and even a little emotional. However, his counter-reconnaissance and self-protection capabilities were stronger than those of his peers.

Before arriving at the central hospital where his mother is located, the safest mode of transportation is the sky rail train, which is densely populated and is part of the city's key infrastructure.

Not long after.

The train he took arrived at the station where the line needed to be changed, and he got off the train with the crowd and walked towards the escalator elevator leading to the second-floor platform.

However, just as he was about to turn around and go up the escalator, a low and cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind, as if someone had directly invaded his mind:

"Child, if you don't want to see your parents' workplace reduced to ashes, or witness them being tortured to death, just follow the instructions we provide -"

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What's going on? !

Chirac's steps suddenly stopped, and his whole body froze in place as if struck by lightning.

His mind went blank for a moment, and panic began to spread, because the other party could actually speak directly in his mind, which meant that they or their methods were far beyond Chirac's cognition.

No matter how calm he was before, he was just a freshman in high school.

"Don't try to move, and don't try to look around to attract attention -" the deep voice sounded again:

"Go to the platform on the second floor immediately and take the next train. Don't try any tricks and sit directly at the terminal. Otherwise, your parents will pay the price——"