Clone Frye stood at the door of the basement production workshop on the left side of the first floor of Frye Mental Hospital, watching the numb patients one after another walk up the stairs, return to the corridor, and then return to their respective rooms.
In the ward, the door was closed.
In front of you are small workbenches with parts that have been polished by hand. There are a lot of metal raw materials piled in the surrounding corners.
Frye turned off the light and walked through the mud-like underground passage. When he went up, it was pitch black, and he walked straight away. Now the clone Frye is still playing the real Frye as always.
From time to time, the cadres on the mobile phone would send messages about some sabotage plans, but most of them were rejected by Lolita, saying that the current situation was unstable and that you should never take action rashly. You will definitely suffer losses if you take action first, and you cannot give AI any advantage.
Clone Frye has now basically figured out something very simple and easy to understand. Those cadres who opposed launching some sabotage plans all know the truth, while those who are excited do not know that they are just clones that replace Frye.
people.
A meeting had already been held when the city was in a stock market crisis. Only in such a chaotic season can the risk of discovery be reduced. Now with the measures taken by the Executive Branch, the city should begin to stabilize.
A beam of soft white light could be clearly seen. Fry stood at the door of the main building of the hospital, then walked out and sat on the steps, lit a cigarette, and laughed coldly.
Lolita went to the upper level and has not yet come back. She said she would do everything possible to find out some information. After all, the black craftsman incident this time had a huge impact on them, because it would become extremely difficult to obtain materials, and the business department would inevitably
It is necessary to intensify the crackdown on the black market. As for the large-scale waste treatment plant built over the ravine, Frye was doubtful at this time. Maybe it was another delaying strategy. In order to ease the excited public sentiment, let these black craftsmen
They were punished with long periods of unpaid work.
Frye had a plan at this time, to get Lolita's mobile phone, find a way to track Frye's radio signal point to the barrier area, and replace it himself.
Frye and Huashen discussed something that night. The risk of contacting Xingke was too high. Xingke would not allow him to continue to live. They would only not keep some of the fragments about the gods obtained from their memories.
Clean up all traces of this clone of yourself and everything in the mental hospital.
So Frye decided that he must win over those cadres who don't know the truth before they can replace him later. Because Lolita has been exposed, the best way is to hand over Lolita and let her become the culprit behind all this.
The culprit has constructed a location as a factory gathering place for the rioters, and Frye has already chosen the candidate, K Society.
This society, which exists all over the city and operates secretly, is called K. Since many years ago, they have often organized demonstrations and riots to a certain extent. But this time something went wrong with the demonstrations. Now they are acting
Coe may have noticed them.
Although this group is radical, they may be congressmen or companies behind the scenes. Although it cannot be verified at present, it is indeed this group of guys who are planning the demonstrations. Every time there is a problem, many street demonstrations are planned by them, and they
The purpose is just to oppress the Xingke Department in this way.
"It's too much."
Frye showed his black teeth as he spoke, stood up and walked slowly towards the door.
Although today's Cocos news was not announced until the evening, everyone's attention was completely attracted by the previous speech, and the Xingke Branch also cleverly used this speech to release the people who participated in the attack on Cocos Polyester Company today.
To be evicted in a week is meaningless to many people. Firstly, the scale of the eviction is small. Secondly, the executive branch has now introduced this huge bill, and all companies with stock problems have participated in the construction.
Go, so the crisis has been resolved, and it doesn't matter what happens to those miserable people.
We were able to find K, a social organization, through a cadre named Zhao Zhen. He has participated in many street demonstrations and found that they all have one thing in common. Most of the participants have failed in their daily lives.
There are those who have failed at work, failed in marriage, failed in career, and failed in family, and the rhetoric within K is more intense and can ignite people's hearts.
Frye stood at the large iron gate of the hospital, looking at the dark streets outside. There were fewer and fewer people in this area, and the two crooked-necked trees at the door looked a bit scary at this time.
Frye glanced at the time, and it was just after 9:30. At this time, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the street in the distance.
"Dean, why do you want me to come here alone?"
A young man with a serious face and regular features, but slightly ordinary, was wearing a large cotton-padded coat, a pair of light shoes, and a red woolen scarf around his neck.
"Come in and talk."
squeak
After the small door on the iron gate opened, Zhao Zhen walked in.
"Huh, who are you, the dean? Why do you want to cancel the plan!"
Zhao Zhen looked extremely dissatisfied and stared at Fry angrily. Fry patted him on the shoulder with a smile.
"The plan can continue, Zhao Zhen!"
For a moment, Zhao Zhen showed a happy expression.
"Isn't now the best time? If you want to do anything, Dean, when did you become a softie? You are ridden on the bed by that bitch Lolita every day, so you have become a softie, right?
?I will obey her in everything!"
"Don't put it so harshly, Zhao Zhen, Lolita is a woman who has sacrificed her life many times for all of our plans."
Frye said that Zhao Zhen's expression softened, he spat and stared at Frye fiercely.
"The attack at the inauguration ceremony of Section 9 Chief Ivy and Secretary Chloe will happen soon. I will directly assign you to take charge of it. No problem. Don't notify anyone else."
Zhao Zhen nodded.
"This is so cool. I feel sick every day when I see those guys in uniforms. I want to kill them one by one, all of them!"
Zhao Zhen arched his body excitedly, with an unusually excited expression on his face, and a faint blush on his cheeks. He became breathless, and then began to cough violently.
"Take your medicine on time, otherwise you won't last long."
Zhao Zhen clutched his chest, his neck and cheeks turned red. He straightened up and wiped the coughed-up blood from the corner of his mouth.
"My body is already broken, and so is my mind. Life no longer matters, so before I die, I want to turn the whole city into a sea of ​​blood! Hahaha."
The more Zhao Zhen talked, the more excited he became, with a look of madness on his face, and his hands and feet began to move uncontrollably. Frye just clapped his hands rhythmically on the side, using sound and rhythm to ease Zhao Zhen's excited emotions.
According to what Frye learned from his implanted memory, Zhao Zhen was already dead. He was the most radical member of Frye Mental Hospital, an organization where all members were mental patients. The previous bombing in the upper-class neighborhood was
His masterpiece.
The moment Jie Lin informed Zhao Zhen that Jin had been in contact with the black market middlemen who helped them transport the goods for sale, Zhao Zhen began to activate the bombs in the bodies of all the people who followed the middlemen. Through the human bombs he created, he completed
An explosion that is enough to make the department feel uncomfortable for a while from now on.
At this time, Zhao Zhen was still laughing excitedly. He could no longer suppress his excitement. Red blood flowed from his nostrils and his eyes began to become bloodshot. He looked like an out-of-control monster.
"Are you really Dean Frye?"
At this time, Zhao Zhen suddenly turned his head, stared at Frye fiercely, and pressed a hand on his abdomen.
"Hey, what are you going to do?"
Zhao Zhen approached step by step with emotion. Clone Frye felt the danger and he smiled.
"Of course."
Zhao Zhen's body has been loaded with a photonuclear fusion bomb by himself. As long as it detonates, an area of ​​5 square kilometers will be hit by photonuclear bombs in an instant, which will cause extremely serious harm.
Zhao Zhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and approached Fry little by little. Fry immediately took out the tuning fork and struck it. In an instant, Zhao Zhen pressed his head and curled up on the ground with a look of splitting pain.
, Frye continued to strike the tuning fork rhythmically.
The human body is very magical, and this is true for all people. However, the brains of mental patients have become disordered. If you want to help them restore their daily routine, pain perception is essential. This is a treatment method pioneered by Fry himself. Specifically,
At this time, the clone Frye found that he was completely blank when he thought about it, and he only knew how to control it.
Suddenly Zhao Zhen stood up.
"Are you really Dean Frye!"
"Of course I am."
Fry put away the tuning fork and held up a finger. A green particle slowly appeared on the finger, and then a purple particle appeared. Fry felt that his physical condition began to deteriorate. Zhao Zhen put away the tuning fork.
The expression on his originally extremely angry face also softened.
"If you don't know how to use the power of God, I will kill your dean, because in my mind, you, the dean, are the gods!"
Zhao Zhen had a fanatical expression on his face and knelt down on the ground. Frye squatted in front of Frye with a slight smile and put a hand on his shoulder.
"All we have to do is to control our emotions for the sake of all mankind. Only by doing this can you get real salvation. No matter how you damage your body, the human body has its limits, and self-salvation is the only way.
What path should you consider next, Zhao Zhen!"
Chapter completed!