Copenhagen International Airport.
A plane from Greenland to Denmark had just arrived. The passengers were getting off one by one. Among them was a middle-aged man with a wide-brimmed hat who looked like an engineer.
As he walked, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on the news app. The most conspicuous position was a breaking news.
Two hours ago, a passenger plane of Greenland Airlines suddenly lost contact during flight. It was reported that there were a total of 41 passengers and crew on the plane, and now they were all missing. Greenland and Iceland immediately organized rescue teams to prepare for the search and rescue.
The middle-aged engineer had a strange look on his face after seeing the news.
It was not the joy of escaping a disaster, nor was it sympathy or regret. When he saw the news, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and there was a faint excitement in his eyes, as if he had just completed a goal.
But he quickly turned off the news app, clicked on a person called Car Maintenance in his address book, and sent a message to him.
— I've succeeded. You can delete the record of our contact as agreed, and don't come to me again.
After that, the middle-aged engineer was about to completely format the phone and restore it to its factory settings.
But the next moment, he bumped into someone, and the phone flew out of his hand. Just as it was about to fall to the ground, a hand caught it.
The palm looked very beautiful, slender and slender, but at the same time, it did not lose its strength.
The middle-aged engineer was stunned. He subconsciously reached out to take the phone back, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him didn't seem to have any intention of returning the phone to him. Instead, he was playing with it in his hand.
The middle-aged engineer raised his head, and when he saw the person standing opposite him, his expression suddenly changed.
It was a woman with a supermodel's figure, wearing a feather hat and a red dress. Her blond hair was braided at the back of her head.
"Valkyrie!" The middle-aged engineer cried out involuntarily. He took half a step back and tried to put his hand into his pocket, but the next moment, his back bumped into something soft again.
However, the middle-aged engineer didn't feel the slightest bit of charm at this moment.
That was because both of his hands were grabbed by two women whose figures were in no way inferior to the woman in front of him. They were both taller than 1.8m. They had the same model figure and were full of power.
"I prefer people to call me by my name, Brunhilda," the woman in the feathered hat said.
"I'm Sergakur," said the woman who was grabbing the engineer's left hand.
"Nice to meet you, Slude." Another woman who was holding her right hand also smiled.
"I've heard a lot about you, Mechanical God," Brunhilda said. I just didn't expect our first meeting to be like this.
"Why are you looking for me?" Panic flashed across the middle-aged engineer's face, but he quickly returned to normal. "Is this Odin's will? Has he forgotten the ancient and sacred covenant? The gods who swore an oath are not allowed to kill each other, and the winner can only be decided in a game." "That's Odin's will, isn't it?
"Mechanical God … Is it okay to call you that? You new gods don't even have a name. I'm really not used to it." Brunhilda flicked her braid. "This matter has nothing to do with my father. You know very well why we are looking for you."
"I don't know anything. If Odin didn't ask you to come, then who did?" The middle-aged engineer forced himself to be calm.
"You violated the rules of the committee by attacking the representative of another god in private, and the other party didn't offend you or do anything dangerous to you. So … according to the rules, I'm afraid I have to ask you to come with us. You have the right to explain, but you have to save it for the committee members."
Brunhilda said while taking out a gold coin and waving it in front of the middle-aged engineer.
"You have no right to do this to me!" The middle-aged engineer screamed. "I didn't do anything. You have no evidence."
"Yes, the one who has been secretly contacting you and disclosing the information to you is the Phone God. He has the ability to delete all the text messages and call records you have sent. As for you, the Mechanical God has the ability to delete all the information stored in your phone. So, even if we catch you, as long as you insist that you have nothing to do with this matter, we can't do anything to you without evidence … That's what you're planning, right?"
Brunhilda said while holding the phone of the man who looked like an engineer. The latter fell silent.
"Unfortunately, you chose the wrong partner," Brunhilda said. "You know that the Phone God has been held hostage by Seth, right? So, the person behind him is Seth. You can't expect the God of Chaos to be loyal to his ally, because chaos itself means unpredictability. I know you may not be willing to believe it. In fact, I find it a little hard to believe myself. Just an hour ago, your communication records were sent by Seth to the committee. "
"What?!" The man who looked like an engineer lost his voice.
"So, the information in your phone is of no use to us. I'm telling you this in advance to prevent you from doing anything in vain. I don't want you to fight with us on the road to get your phone back," Sigyal said.
"We don't mind returning the phone to you and letting you delete the things inside, but you're the Mechanical God. We don't want your hands to touch any mechanical objects. Who knows what will happen?" Sigyal chimed in, "We don't mind returning your phone to you.
As she spoke, she took out a pair of gloves from her bag and put them on the middle-aged engineer's hand.
"The committee can't do this to me!" The man who looked like an engineer lost his composure and shouted, "I'm doing this for everyone's sake. I've helped you get rid of a ticking time bomb. You should thank me for this. Everyone! Every one of you owes me a favor. "
Brunhilda shrugged. "I told you that you have the right to explain yourself, but you have to wait for us to bring you back. In the courtroom, you can defend yourself as much as you want. By the way, it's useless for you to shout now. We've set up a barrier in advance. Our words won't be heard by ordinary people nearby."
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