Dean visited the interior of the Magic Crocodile for a while. He felt that it was roughly the same as what he had seen with his x-ray vision. There was no secret in his eyes. He felt that if he had the corresponding mechanical parts and a little more time, he could complete the assembly. He could even transform a living monster into a hybrid mechanical mecha.
"If such a mecha appeared in the Giant Wall, it would be enough to create a terrifying army!" Dean thought.
He suddenly remembered that when the Federation attacked the War God's Wall, in addition to the mecha, the vanguard was a large number of monsters. Those monsters were real monsters. It seemed that the Federation should have some means to drive these monsters, and there should be some connection with this Magic Crocodile mecha.
"Sir, I …" Luke's legs were trembling. He looked at Dean and wanted to cry but had no tears.
Dean glanced at him and saw that he had asked all the questions. The latter was honest and didn't lie about the information. The description of the buildings on each floor was similar to what he had seen with his x-ray vision. Moreover, he also confessed that in addition to him, there was another real demon in the abyss.
"You can leave," Dean said. He suddenly changed the topic. "But before you leave, say a few words to curse Felix. The more vicious the better. It's best to harm your family."
Luke was stunned. "Curse, curse President Felix?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Luke was at a loss.
Dean was speechless. This Westerner's brain was a bit straight. "Don't worry so much. After we leave, if anyone asks what we are doing inside, just say that we are studying the mecha and want to operate the mecha to escape from here. As for anything else, don't say a word."
Although Luke's reaction was slow, he immediately came to his senses after hearing Dean's words. Dean was forcibly tying him to the same boat. Once he responded to Dean's strange questions, Dean would also bring out the words he cursed at Felix. Even if Felix knew that he was being forced, but it was a fact that he cursed Felix, and there would be no good fruit to eat in the future.
"However, even if I curse here, no one will know." Luke could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
At this time, Dean suddenly chiseled a bloody hole in the cockpit of the Magic Crocodile. He drilled into the hole and found a huge loudspeaker. Behind the loudspeaker were several palm-sized trumpets. Dean dismantled the trumpets. In front of Luke's puzzled eyes, he dismantled the wires and energy blocks. A moment later, a chic recorder was assembled by Dean.
"Hello, hello." Dean tried.
The tape recorder also made a "Hello, hello" sound.
Luke's jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
"You can say it." Dean looked at Luke.
"You, how did you do it?" Luke looked at Dean as if he had seen a ghost. The shock in his heart was extreme. In his eyes, the bloodthirsty and ferocious demons naturally made people feel that the civilization was low and barbaric. But Dean used the roaring speaker in the mecha to assemble a recorder. Even a student of the Federation University would find it difficult to do this!
"It's not difficult, just a little modification," Dean said casually. In addition to the restoration of the Magic Crocodile's throat, there was also a huge loudspeaker installed in the body of the Magic Crocodile, which recorded the voices of all kinds of fierce monsters. The purpose might be to intimidate other real monsters. He only needed a little modification to be able to use it as a recorder.
Luke was stunned for a moment, somewhat speechless. Under Dean's intense gaze, he could only bite the bullet and curse a few times at Felix.
"Not ruthless enough, such as the death of the whole family, the bankruptcy of the Locke consortium, and so on," Dean said.
Luke's mouth twitched. If he really said that, once the recording was exposed, he would absolutely die without a burial place. Even if Felix could tolerate him, the Locke consortium would not allow him to live in this world.
"Can you change it?"
"No."
"I really can't say that."
"Okay."
A moment later, Luke's voice was played from the recorder, cursing the Locke consortium and Felix. Dean listened to the original words and nodded with satisfaction. "You can leave."
Luke covered his red and swollen face and looked at Dean with resentment. He turned around and hurried out of the Magic Crocodile to call for help.
Soon, Felix sent people to pick up Luke, and sent two moving armors to drag the Magic Crocodile away from the ground. He also sent a lot of people to clean up the scene. Throughout the whole process, one of the two valves was always closed, so Dean couldn't take the opportunity to leave.
"Mr. Dean, since you didn't cooperate, I can only give you a taste of bitterness. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation next time." Felix looked down at Dean with a subtle smile on his face, and then turned to leave.
Then Dean suddenly felt a pungent smell spray out from all around the room, like a faint fog, enveloping the whole room. The smell was full of rancid, feces, and fishy. It was disgusting.
Dean frowned slightly. Although he expected Felix to punish him, he didn't expect it to be such a child's play.
But in order to prevent the other party from further excessive actions, he pretended to be very uncomfortable, covered his nose, and curled up on the ground.
In the following days, Dean found that no more food was put in, and the pungent smell was taken back after a day, sucked away through the vent. Obviously, they knew that although the smell was unpleasant, it wouldn't have much lethality after a long time.
At night, a strange harsh sound suddenly rang in the pure silver room, making Dean unable to sleep.
Dean suddenly felt that the person who designed this cage was a bit childish. Could this be considered a punishment?
He didn't sleep all night, and only fell asleep the next day when the sound disappeared. But as soon as he fell asleep, the harsh sound rang again.
Dean didn't feel irritated when he woke up. Instead, he was a bit surprised. He didn't expect that the other party could not only monitor him, but also detect his physical state.
"I don't know what I told Luke before, do they know …" Dean's thoughts turned to this, and then he thought that the next time they sent someone in, he could catch that person and ask if Luke was okay.
He continued to lie on the ground, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.
But the harsh sound didn't continue to ring.
Dean suddenly understood. It seemed that this instrument detected whether he was sleeping or not through his physical state, and it looked quite high-end.
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