Without lingering in the research zone, Luke left with the baroness.
This time, when he went to train again, he was not stopped.
But judging from the mental fluctuations, the baroness was not in a good mood.
Luke couldn't be bothered.
He was not the real White Spirit, so he had no obligation to be intimate with his cheap disciple.
Once he returned to his room, he immediately changed out of the White Spirit's armor and disinfected it with a cleaning spray.
Then, he took out a T-shirt and sweatpants that he had never worn before from his wardrobe and used the same cleaning spray to thoroughly disinfect them. This could be considered as having solved his little mysophobia.
Once he was done, he stayed in the room for another half an hour. He focused his mind and sent it into the second dimension. He increased the power of Hypnosis and Hallucination to deal damage to the White Spirit, who was almost completely subdued by the drugs.
Half an hour after the surprise interrogation, Luke leisurely left for the White Spirit's training room.
In the base, the White Spirit was the highest ranking person among the operation members. She was the third most powerful person in the base.
Apart from the base's boss, James McAllen, Doctor No. 2 had the authority to order him around. Even the baroness was half a rank lower than him.
But McAllen had given the White Spirit the task of monitoring the baroness because she was the woman McAllen liked.
This Lady Boss cum disciple was rude when near, but resentful when far away. She was very troublesome.
Luke could only stay put and deal with it for the time being.
Also, the White Spirit did not have the right to interfere in the affairs of the research zone, because that was the doctor's territory.
Apart from that, as long as his actions matched the White Spirit's style, there was nowhere he couldn't go.
However, inspecting places like the cafeteria and the bathroom would definitely arouse suspicion. Otherwise, he really wanted to tamper with these two places. It was convenient and efficient.
But to carry out a perfect operation, he could only follow the White Spirit's daily routine and head to the personal training room.
Once he entered, he assumed the White Spirit's usual Meditation posture and sent his mental power into the second dimension to continue interrogating the White Spirit.
A large amount of information that the drones could not find came from the White Spirit's mouth while it enjoyed the three-piece Long-style interrogation set.
Luke was secretly alarmed, and secretly rejoiced that he had been careful enough this time and hadn't snuck in like before.
The most troublesome defensive measures in the Arctic base were not the conventional detection equipment, but the nanoworms.
The nanoworms here had always been the initial research and development direction of the Mars industry. They specialized in human injections, which was the idea of the so-called "personal doctor".
A few years ago, not only could it treat injuries, but it could also be used to control and kill humans, as Luke had speculated.
There were two types of control.
The first type was the Iron Mask Soldier.
After the nanoworms entered their bodies, they would damage their brains and turn them into pure work or combat machines.
The controlled soldiers were not afraid of death, pain, and did not need personal enjoyment. They were similar to the cyborgs in science fiction movies.
The biggest weakness of the Iron Mask Soldiers was that they were inflexible and only recognized the master implanted in them.
They listened to whatever their master said. They were McAllen and Doctor's good helpers in controlling the base.
The second type was the lurking type.
After these nanoworms entered the human body, they had to receive orders before they could carry out the corresponding operations on the target. They could subdue, torture, and kill the target.
The person being controlled might not necessarily know about this.
The researchers and managers of the base all belonged to this category. If their brains were damaged, they wouldn't be able to do this kind of work.
As a result, the nanoworms in the bodies of the base personnel became another kind of "ID."
Whether it was the entrance of the base or the access control of the important areas, as long as the nanoworms in a person's body didn't match up, it would be recorded and reported to the higher-ups.
There were very few people in the entire base who weren't controlled by the nanoworms.
The White Spirit was one of them, but the Baroness wasn't.
She had been injected with the second type of lurking nanoworms, but she didn't know about it.
Just like that, Luke asked questions and analyzed his memories. After two hours of "cultivation," he continued to patrol the base according to the White Spirit's habits.
The White Spirit wasn't the kind of leader who did everything himself. Most of the time, he just took a cursory look.
But he was very ruthless. If he found anyone who did something wrong, he would either beat them up or lock them up.
There was basically no one in the base who dared to go against him, and none of them wanted to get in touch with him. Even those who came to greet him were few and far between. The risk of Luke, who was pretending to be him, being exposed was very low.
After an hour of patrol, Luke returned to his room and continued to scour the White Spirit for anything else.
How long he could hide in this base depended on his luck.
Since his identity was the most convenient, he naturally had to work hard. In any case, he couldn't count on Natasha, who was lying in the lock room, to come out and investigate.
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After a peaceful night, Luke repeated the process the next day.
During that time, he met three women while he was eating and patrolling.
One of them was a female warrior, and the other was a female manager.
The most important one was a female researcher in her early thirties. She was the only one who could directly touch the research area and work as a "doctor."
Luke, who had his eyes on her, used his ability to hint to the female researcher to go to the toilet.
Then, in a cubicle in the women's toilet, he communicated with the woman purely mentally for about ten minutes.
Compared with verbal communication, this kind of pure mental communication was more troublesome.
To use an inappropriate analogy, verbal questioning was like using tools to make contact, but mental communication was directly grabbing with one's hands.
There were a lot of "dirty things" in a person's mind, whether it was dark psychology or self-imagination.
For example, this female researcher in her early thirties had a bloated body and a big face with freckles. To put it nicely, she wasn't too ugly, but to put it bluntly, she wasn't so ugly that it made people want to throw up.
Her biggest obsession, or rather, her hobby, was to fantasize about this muscular hunk, the White Spirit, in her own room.
It was because she had helped the White Spirit do a body test once, and had coveted his beautiful muscles. At night, she would often dream about him.
The thought was so brutal that it gave Luke goosebumps.
Fortunately, he was not the real White Spirit, or else when the White Spirit thought about how the female researcher presented him with all sorts of knowledge in his dreams every day, he might just kill her.
In this situation, to prevent the nanoworms from listening in, Luke still had to communicate telepathically.
When he hypnotized the female researcher and communicated with her, he kept repeating in his heart, I'm not the White Spirit! She's not sleeping with me. I'm not the White Spirit! She's not sleeping with me.
After a torturous ten minutes, Luke gave the female researcher an order to wake up in ten seconds. He then took out the optical camouflage cloak from his inventory and slipped out of the women's toilet.
When he reached the men's toilet on the other side, he put away the camouflage cloak and left. He was still a little depressed.
This female researcher was actually yellow neutral. He really couldn't do anything to her after this.
Thankfully, most people in this base were red evil, or it would be even more troublesome.
Too many good people wouldn't be a good thing for him to control this base.
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