What does he want?
Has he discovered us?
The higher the concealment ability of Mr. Mo's "cloak", the more penetrative the light from his eyes, which were the windows of his soul.
They were separated by thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers, and the boundary between the virtual and the real lay between them. However, at this moment, a similar thought flashed through the minds of most of the audience in the virtual venue.
It had nothing to do with logic. It was just their first feeling.
However, the feeling didn't last long. While their thoughts were in turmoil, Mr. Mo's eyes remained fixed, and his body didn't move. The gigantic bloody fiend behind him had already made the clearest move.
At this moment, the Mushed Mouth Ape moved from stillness to a great extent and at a great speed. It was to the extent that its enormous body was like a liquid, or like a wave of light that had broken through the barrier of a solid wall.
The filthy color of blood mostly covered the glitter of the light wave, but the elements contained inside were even more complicated. It seemed that a violent chemical reaction was taking place inside the bloody light and between it and the materials in the outside world.
The camera shot from Captain Jimmy's perspective was instantly polluted by the bloody light. The irregular halos and spots obscured most of the details there.
"F * ck!"
In the virtual venue, several people blurted out their catchphrases.
The problem was that the terrible effect of the live stream did not improve because of their curses. On the contrary, the bloodstains, halos, and spots were still unscrupulously expanding, smearing and polluting their visual field. In the end, they almost lost the meaning of analysis. There were only deformed bloodstains that interweaved into twisted and ever-changing patterns that were changing rapidly.
The problem of the live stream continued to worsen, and there was no sign of it getting better.
"What's going on?"
At this moment, even Marlon and the others on the circular conference table couldn't hold back anymore.
President Abner, on the other hand, quickly made a judgment. "It seems that the operation team is under attack."
As he spoke, he looked at the Pope of Hundred Communities.
He was probably the only one among all the participants who had multiple perspectives. However, the Pope was still indifferent, and he seemed to be in a trance if one looked closely. He didn't respond to Abner's gaze at all.
Abner shook his head slightly and turned around to consult a key person who was only separated from him by Marlon and hadn't spoken much.
"Chairman Mou, should we ensure the quality of the live broadcast?"
The so-called "Director Mou" was probably the most casually dressed person at the scene. He was sitting behind the conference table, and only a red and green floral shirt could be seen on his upper body. A pair of aviator sunglasses hung around his neck. It was as if he was projecting the beautiful scenery of the Sunshine Coast. One could imagine what the lower half of his body looked like.
This was the truth. Not only was this Director Mou a veteran Extraordinaire, he was also an independent director of Quantum Holdings in the secular world and the main liaison for the Deepblue project. He was practically the highest representative of Quantum Holdings in the inner world.
However, unfortunately, he was currently on vacation and was in the Gold Coast. He was forced to attend the meeting, so he was somewhat unwilling and yawned non-stop.
However, at this moment, his expression finally tensed up. The vertical wrinkles on his forehead also stood up, and he looked very serious. "That's right, we, oh, we are now an operation team directly under the Apocalypse Laboratory, and we have been attacked. This is a very serious matter … "
Director Mou was still describing the incident when someone interjected, "When will the live broadcast signal come back?"
Director Mou acted as if he hadn't heard anything. "The problem right now is the safety of the operation team members …"
Before he even finished speaking, the messy broadcast screen suddenly cut away from the blood-colored haze and restored the image of the Ban City Passenger Terminal in broad daylight.
However, the perspective of the live broadcast had already undergone a clear change.
The angle that belonged to Captain Jimmy and was directly facing Mr. Mo had already disappeared. To be more precise, it was in the form of a painting within a painting. It had shrunk to a small area in the upper right corner, and what appeared on the main screen was a side view from the lake's surface to the terminal.
From this angle, only half of Mr. Mo's back and shoulders could be seen as he sat in a wheelchair. There was also the ever-expanding Anomaly that had already lost its flesh and was more like a translucent bubble of lava than an area of twenty square meters in front of him.
"F * ck, what is that … … the Mushed Mouth Ape?"
The answer was right in front of them, but none of the audience dared to confirm it.
At this moment, the internal radio waves of the operation team in Ban City transformed into urgent syllables that appeared in the audience's ears.
"Captain, Captain … …"
"Jimmy, he's been swallowed!"
"The formatted space structure has been destroyed … … Uh, it's greatly weakened. Attempting to replace the main axis."
"Application denied!"
"Deep Blue's platform location has disappeared."
"Apocalypse Array … … Blah, blah, blah!"
There seemed to be some sensitive word that the corresponding information had been masked. The following information was even more intermittent.
However, the vast majority of the audience present possessed rich combat experience. They could make guesses and understand some of the situation.
As it turned out, what Mr. Mo "wanted" was Captain Jimmy.
Hmm, a more professional term would be "a high-end combat machine directly under the Apocalypse Laboratory," or even the most cutting-edge seventh generation Dynamo Core?
Generally speaking, the roots of Jimmy's operation team were still a tightly-controlled secret. However, the present virtual venue was the gathering place of the world's strongest experts.
There was still a considerable portion of people who understood the crux of the matter. Their gazes unconsciously turned towards Director Mou again. The latter also began to slam the table. "Vile! Vile!"
If he could restrain his expression a little more, perhaps it would have been more realistic.
Even Dr. Pan could see it. "Deep Blue and Apocalypse are at loggerheads because of the seventh generation Dynamo Core … … So it wasn't just a rumor."
Tian Bang wasn't too interested in this. He was more concerned about the details displayed in the live broadcast.
At present, the operation team had clearly fallen into an extremely awkward situation. The captain had been swallowed, and the formatted space had fallen into a leaderless state. It had to be rearranged … …
But the following situation didn't seem quite right.
As a top-notch Burner, Tian Bang very quickly discovered the abnormality from the operation team's password. "Why can't the main axis be replaced … … The authority of the commander should be handed over in sequence."
"The authority didn't pass." Dr. Pan's attention quickly shifted from the level of gossip to the professional domain. He made a professional judgment, but he soon fell into a state of confusion. "Why? Since it's directly under the Apocalypse Laboratory, it's most likely the seventh generation Dynamo Core. How could there be such a low-level BUG in authority transfer? "
"Why is it a BUG? There's obviously another possibility. "
Tian Bang stared at the blood-colored bubble in the projection area and said in a low voice, "Why can't it be Captain Jimmy, the commander, who hasn't completely lost his ability to command and hasn't completely lost contact with the other operation team members?"
"He's clearly been swallowed! Looking at that monster's appearance, it can't possibly have digested him along with his exoskeleton. Oh, could it be that the Deep Blue Walkers under the control of the seventh generation Dynamo Core have a qualitative leap in their ability to survive and communicate in harsh environments … … That's why I said that these people shouldn't be called Deep Blue Walkers. Apocalypse Walkers should be more accurate. "
Tian Bang nodded, then shook his head, "The problem is that we don't know the nature and composition of the so-called 'Mushed Mouth Ape's' stomach space, right?"
Dr. Pan shrugged, "Think about its saliva. It's not a magma lake inside, but a sulfuric acid pool."
The corner of Tian Bang's mouth hooked up, "Maybe it's not a sulfuric acid pool or a magma lake inside, but a simple space bag … … At least looking at it right now, I can't recognize that fellow. There's no similarity between that fellow, an ape, or lava."
At this time, from the perspective of the live broadcast, the blood-colored bubble that had swallowed Captain Jimmy seemed to have passed its peak period of transformation and was beginning to shrink. But its composition, at least in terms of density, didn't conform to people's logical understanding. It naturally became denser and denser. On the contrary, the blood-colored light was becoming thinner and thinner.
Many times, a portion of the area would become somewhat transparent after a burst of undulations. It was like an illusory soap bubble. It seemed as if it could be blown away with a single breath.
But the problem was that after the initial panic, the operation team had already begun a limited counterattack. All physical and energy ammunition were directed towards the blood-colored bubble.
"Attack! Attack!"
At least five Deep Blue Walkers launched their attacks from the surface of the lake, from the sky, and from the distant commanding heights. The firepower interweaved into a net and converged at the visible weak points of the bubble.
It seemed as if they wanted to rescue their own captain.
But Mr. Mo, the instigator of everything, wasn't affected in the slightest. It seemed as if he was directly judged as a "passerby".
This "passerby" also didn't have any intention of interfering. He only played with the "fruit" he had just plucked with his fingertips. He allowed the astonishing firepower of the Deep Blue Walkers to pour down on the increasingly "weak" blood-colored bubble.
The problem was, whether it was the metal bullets, high explosive gunpowder, or energy blasts, regardless of whether they were supported by the "Format of Fire", all of them were like clay oxen entering the sea after entering the blood-colored bubble. They disappeared without a sound.
Tian Bang said decisively, "This is absolutely not the structural model of a flesh and blood body."
"This fellow is highly energized."
"And then?"
"It's relatively easy to mold. It's a natural building material …" Dr. Pan was simply repeating Mr. Mo's previous description. This was also the only basis.
Tian Bang asked, "What is a highly malleable energized building material used to construct?"
Before his voice fell, the blood-colored bubble really did turn into a "soap bubble" in the live broadcast. It burst noiselessly in a form that didn't have any texture.
The howling net of firepower directly pierced through the pier's walkway in the area it had originally covered. It conveniently tore apart the seven or eight cars parked behind it. For a time, the sound of explosions rang incessantly. Gravel splashed in all directions, forcing the nearby "veteran" and the others to nearly jump into the lake.
It was a belated display, but it was meaningless.
The Mushed Mouth Ape disappeared along with the blood-colored bubble. At the same time, the fully armed Captain Jimmy also disappeared. That three-hundred-kilogram top-notch creation that was a combination of man and machine had disappeared without a trace.
Yes, disappeared.
Tian Bang felt that this was the most accurate way to describe it.
He couldn't experience any of the so-called "devouring" texture. He only felt that this was a magic show that had occurred in front of the world's apex powerhouses.
Captain Jimmy himself wasn't much, but he was the embodiment of the Apocalypse Laboratory's most cutting-edge research results. Had all traces of its existence been erased just like that?
Tian Bang only felt that this was too absurd.
At this time, it was Director Mou in the flowery shirt who knocked on the virtual ring-shaped conference table with a deafening sound, "This is a disgrace. This is an extraordinary humiliation … Why the hell are we still doing a live broadcast!?"
The live broadcast screen began to blur as if it had heard his command. It looked as if the signal was about to be cut off. At this moment, someone sitting one person away from him also knocked on the table.
"Continue!"
Abner's feminine voice was piercing like a sharp blade cutting through the air at this moment.
Just a few milliseconds later, at least three to five powerhouses said in unison:
"A painting within a painting!"
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