With the roar of the engine, with the strange shape, like a legless frog, returning toward the outer warehouse interface, we finally approached the slowly rotating ring flying object in the sky and entered the interior of this behemoth.

The group was silent. After rounds of cleaning and disinfection, they finally waited for the heavily pressurized sealing compartment to open the gears while twisting, stepping into this strange machine.

The first thing we saw was a pile of steel garbage tangled with seaweeds and oysters.

The person who left the cabin with the help of the staff removed the parts of the steel canned body, so the staff said on their behalf: "Sir, these are fragments of the bomber crashed in the early years. They were salvaged in the nearby waters with this operation, but no black box has been found yet, so they are stacked here. They may have to rely on patchwork to determine the cause of the crash."

bomber?

My heart was thrilled, and I immediately thought of the two people who disappeared on the mission that year, as well as the horrific glance of darkness hitting the waves before their death...

In the sky...

Is it really safe?

While I was thinking, the man called Mr. Spyro had already removed his burden. Shi Shiran came to us, and said with a face full of a moustache and arrogant look: "This time I will give Mr. Rhodes face, otherwise the price will be too great for you to afford it."

The voice is still abominable, but I didn't hear these words at all.

I confirmed that Miss Elliot, who was unconscious, had been sent to the rescue, and turned my attention to another person-the man with a very familiar face but obviously did not know each other, Rhodes.

Unlike Mr. Rhode, a crowbar master in the parallel world, Mr. Rhode, who is standing in front of me, is obviously more spiritual. Even though his height does not have an advantage in front of Spyro, in contrast, one looks like a reed that grows violently in autumn and the other looks like a green pine that has become stronger over time.

"Gray, you've grown so tall. I met your grandpa a few months ago, and Sebala always called you an ignorant child."

"Uncle Rod, long time no see!"

Gray spoke openly without any precautions.

When he saw his acquaintance, Mr. Rod couldn't help but relieve himself, "Kay, you haven't seen him for a long time. The last time he saw your grandfather was still at his burial..."

Kay didn't mean to greet him and said with a dark face: "The exact time you last met my grandfather was about fifteen minutes ago. Maybe he personally ordered a round of cannonage to smash him."

Rhodes: "…"

"Then I'm going to say justice, Kay."

This child is really a tough guy. We are still on other people's territory. How can we turn against each other casually?

I quickly smoothed out the situation and said, "Just as your grandfather was like that, it would be a compliment to say that he had partial necrosis in his body. Who can recognize it?... At most, it is antonym for partial necrosis."

Kay subconsciously asked, "Antonym? What is it?"

I said, "It's a good life."

Kay: "…"

"You must be Marcus. You have never met before, but this time it was an unexpected surprise."

Mr. Rod from this world was not polite. He ignored Kay's opinion and found me. "I estimated almost all the possibilities in this operation, but I didn't expect you to come here first and live to this day."

I smiled and said, "You're welcome, Mr. Rod, although I'm not familiar with you, have we ever met one after another."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Rod paused decisively for a moment, probably swallowing back the words he was going to fool us young people.

I saw him control his slightly enlarged pupils quietly and continue, "Forgive me for not having a good memory. Are you sure you met me that day?"

Nonsense, I have seen you transform into a Neptune and knocking over a tentacle monster with your own eyes. It's not unfamiliar with it.

I said with certainty: "You are a noble person and forget everything. When the lights were dim that day, you suddenly looked back, but I was in the shadow of the lights. Do you think you came?"

In the wide cabin, it seemed that due to hastily sailing out of the factory, many of the decorative accessories that should be provided were not complete, so the lights were a little weak and could not cover this space with a cold steel atmosphere. Therefore, in the light and darkness, Rhode and I looked at each other, and felt like we were a different life.

“Not an impression.”

I sighed, "I can't hide it from you, that's right now."

"How could it be so similar?"

Mr. Rhodes looked at me with his eyes narrowed and slowly looked at me from head to toe, as if he was about to print me in his mind, but finally, his eyes were focused on my hands.

To be more precise, it was on my left hand wearing a bronze ring.

…………

"No matter what the action is, you can't participate in it. You must send it away immediately!"

In the command center room, Mr. Spyro was smoking a cigar and refuted my suggestion fiercely, "In terms of density, these three people are still suspicious and cannot prove reliable; in terms of ability, they have no available value; in terms of identity, a rustic sheriff in a small town, a boatman coolie of an illegal civil group, and a little country bumpkin who has never seen the world, have the qualifications to participate?!"

After training in the marginal world, Gray had already become shameless. I thought Kay was furious when he heard this, but he just looked at Sparrow coldly and said slowly.

"If you remember correctly, I have never introduced my identity. Where did you know that I am an inconspicuous 'boatman coolie'?"

Spyro was stunned and did not make any more decisions. He directly met Mr. Rhodes, "I protest on behalf of the Federation. You can do it, sir!"

Speaking of this, it was already a naked threat. I also heard his fearlessness. I guessed that his plan would not go so smoothly. It seemed that I would be ready to get off the ship for the time being, intervene in a different way, and complete what Old Yorkson explained.

But what I didn't expect was that while watching coldly, Mr. Rod, who was in a long-term exam, actually spoke in response to the pressure.

"Mr. Spyro, I think you're a little misunderstood."

The middle-aged man with a strong face stopped cosplaying Sikong Ikari and said slowly, "After the last disputed operation in the South Island and the North, the federal government's right to make decisions has been abolished. The World Security Council requires that this plan X be carried out under the premise of full control..."

He took out a issued order and said in detail: "So, although in this operation, although it is still jointly carried out by the federal, military and college, it is specifically led by our representative of the Wilmas Foundation, and the representative of the Cardville Military Factory to withdraw early. Your identity..."

Sparrow roared with a bad expression: "I can represent the Federation! My family occupies 14.2% of the seats! Do you understand!"

But Mr. Rod was unmoved.

"Sorry, according to the deployment of the World Security Council, this operation was ordered by the secret intelligence organization S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S on behalf of the federal order. We only adopt the advice of Agent E. Your exact identity this time should be an engineer at the Cardville military plant and a secret consultant of the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S organization. You cannot directly participate in decision-making. Please leave here for the time being."

This is said, but I don’t have any face left. It’s like pointing at the nose and speaking, “This is B station, it’s your second dimension.” I suspect that Sparrow will be vomited blood on the spot.

When Sparrow heard that Agent E had flashed a hint of hesitation, I suddenly thought, that man must be an experienced and talented agent, comparable to 007, right?

After hesitating for a while, he said angrily: "Mr. Rhode! Don't forget that the S·P·A·R·R·O·W·S organization was established by my father, and our family is also the biggest sponsor! I can..."

But before he finished speaking, the closed central command room door had been opened, and a clear voice sounded first.

"No, the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. organization believes that at present, everything should be directed by Mr. Rhodes and we do not make any suggestions on the plan."

The slap in the face instantly came to him, and I only saw a bright red flashing in front of my eyes, and then a slim figure with short hair strode into the room, shocking the audience.

In the silence that the audience had not yet reacted, my thinking quickly dissipated the gloating attribute, leaving only a deep confusion.

You are sure it's Agent E, not...

King Aida?
Chapter completed!