This was not the first time Russell had come into contact with that cold and heavy texture.

He had seen these terrible things when he was working undercover in Xiacheng District of Sogo Island.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that this is a shotgun that can be held with one hand.

——What the hell! How did he pass the security check?

Russell immediately realized that there must be a big problem with this person's identity.

What kind of person would evade the extremely stringent psychic security checks and bring deadly weapons onto a closed airship?

Whether it is Sogo Island or Happy Island, the "Lethal Weapons Prohibition Order" is implemented. Unless they are elves... people of other races, even if they just save and possess thermal weapons, it is enough to be sentenced to more than twenty years in prison!

Sweat immediately broke out on Russell's forehead.

He immediately locked the box and his voice became a little urgent: "I didn't see anything. There are no valuables in my luggage. You can browse through it at will. If there is anything you need my help with, you can tell me."

…”

"Don't be nervous...Russell."

The dog's tail behind the young man was wagging slightly, and he pushed the box over again with a smile: "There is no Sogo on Sogo Island, and there is no happiness on Happy Island. I hope you can realize this fact as soon as possible."

...wait.

Russell realized something.

When did I introduce myself?

"My advice is, you'd better take it."

The young man said slowly: "Because it will come in handy soon."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Russell suddenly felt a wave of fatigue and sleepiness. The intense paralysis made him unable to even stand up, open his mouth, unable to speak, and could only breathe rapidly.

Russell's eyes widened and he looked at the other party.

But he soon realized that this couldn't be the work of this bastard with a scary smile.

Because it's not necessary.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from the radio in the room.

"Dear first-class passengers, I hope you can exercise restraint, don't panic, and listen carefully to what we are going to say next.

"We are the Tower of Babel, and we have now taken control of the captain's room. To put it simply, you have been held hostage by us."

It was an unabashed, malicious, high-pitched voice that had been altered by some kind of device.

Russell realized something.

Why...are they claiming their identity?

In the midst of the paralysis, the unfamiliar synthesized voice was still saying some long-winded words: "We have released a non-lethal virus, temporarily taking away your ability to move.

"Next, you will have a good sleep. Of course, you may also have a nightmare, but it will not leave any sequelae.

"You will recall forgotten and erased memories, but there is no need to panic. This is a setting to facilitate our retrieval. During this process, you will not see our faces or hear our voices.

Sound, this is a good thing for us and for everyone. All the guests who hear the broadcast will not know which of your guests we have stolen the memory of, so you just need to remain silent, and you will not

Be held accountable by the board of directors.

"Please rest assured that we will not leave any fingerprints or traces. The memories brought back to you are a gift to you.

"A... souvenir."

As the other party's sharp and strange voice disappeared, Russell's mind was racing rapidly.

He vaguely sensed a sense of inconsistency.

But the more he thought about it, the more sleepy he felt.

At this moment, the broadcast that had been extinguished came on again.

The voice has also been changed, but it can be heard that the voice of another person is heard again: "Of course, I personally suggest that none of you say that you have been hijacked, so as not to be suspected by your superiors. This is good for both of you."

——There is another person?

Is it a gang?

"etc……"

Russell murmured.

He realized the problem.

This couldn't be a simple memory theft.

He knew the name "Tower of Babel".

That's a well-known memory stealing group.

But there is no need for the other party to explain their identity and purpose - knowing who they are, what's the use?

"No one should mention that they were kidnapped" is completely redundant. The other party has no position in saying this, and it has no value.

Anyone with a little brain will realize...if some of these first-class passengers tell the truth without concealing it, then all other first-class passengers who try to conceal the truth will be more likely to be suspected and suspected.

He realized that he was involved in a conspiracy.

Russell tried his best to open his eyes and looked at the big white-haired dog.

If he guessed correctly, this very dangerous guy was definitely not the same group as the robbers.

But he was not paralyzed by the virus.

Was he prepared?

Or...that's why he came here?

Is he an agent of the Happy Group? Or an executive? Or... the real "Tower of Babel"?

"Shh..."

The young man showed a creepy smile, stretched out his hand and made a silent gesture to Russell.

Immediately, he stood quietly behind the door, inserted a chip behind his ear, and his whole person disappeared in a wave of waves.

Russell felt increasingly sleepy and physically weak.

His personal operating system did not prompt an error.

The waste chip on the back of his head seemed to be unaware of anything... There was no warning that he had been invaded, no warning of poisoning, and no warning of abnormal health status. He just watched quietly as he gradually lost resistance.

But he couldn't even send text messages or call for help.

What immediately became unresponsive was the latest prosthetic "Aoi Lily Internal Trial Type" that he had installed on his left arm two years ago.

Russell has lost his left arm as long as he can remember.

This prosthetic hand was a gift from Russell's supervisor when he graduated as a graduate student. It was also a souvenir that Russell's graduation thesis was published in the most prestigious journal.

This is not a prosthetic limb for combat, but it has sixteen interfaces, can be connected to all types of machines, and is compatible with the most advanced disc systems.

For a psychic hacker, it is like a magic weapon in the hands of a swordsman.

But for Russell, who only plans to be a network security engineer... its only use is to replace his own one that has not been repaired for seven or eight years. It is always unresponsive and no longer consistent with the size of his right arm.

old prosthetic limb.

If you sell it and replace it with an ordinary prosthetic hand, you can make a lot of money. But after all, this is the only gift left to you by your mentor, and it is one of the few colorful memories Russell has on Sogo Island.

...I originally thought that the flagship product would definitely work, but I didn't expect that it would also be paralyzed.

But... the personal firewalls used by first-class passengers are definitely more advanced than those used by Russell civilians. But even they were infected by the virus.

The thoughts in Russell's mind gradually became chaotic and disorderly.

His head drooped heavily, and his eyelids seemed to be stuck with honey, and he could not open them again after closing them.

His consciousness gradually sank into the lightless sea and kept falling downwards.

It's like returning to the mother's body, no longer breathing through the mouth and nose, and the consciousness gradually spreads.

The forgotten memories of the past kept rising with his breathing.

That's not a good feeling. It's not a good memory after all.

It's like the feeling you get when you vomit in the bathroom after being drunk by your instructor.

At the end of these memories, Russell vaguely heard his mother's weak voice:

"This is... a psychic reaction! Little Russell should be a person born with knowledge..."

"A baby's body cannot handle this level of psychic energy."

A serious male voice that Russell had never heard before but felt inexplicably familiar sounded from behind: "When he reaches adulthood and is ready, I will unblock him - first block his memory for me, Nanliu Jing."

"Okay, teacher."

A young man's extremely respectful voice sounded.

Russell opened his eyes with all his strength.
To be continued...