"etc."

Manick stopped his men again.

He walked up with a teasing smile, his arms rolled up, and a row of buttons popped up. After debugging, he walked to Turing:

"Mr. Champion, you must be clear that we are not asking for your consent, and you are not qualified to communicate with us. All actions are carried out by your agent, your agent is responsible for it, and the manual is written very clearly. In addition, you are also clear about what kind of warning will be issued on the back of your head after I press this thing to remind you of the contents of the manual, so..."

Manick raised a finger and gently waved it:

"Don't act rashly. But I'm very curious, will the function of the stack body be limited by your two heads... Otherwise, we'll test it now, anyway, we'll take samples and do some inspections..."

The man said, lifting his arm, Turing's eyes became darker and redder, and the fierce imperial cage's hand bounced up...

“Manick.”

Under Ilia's eager expression, a deep voice suddenly came from behind, and Manick's arm was pressed down:

“This is my job.”

The white coat in the head walked up, and the glossy helmet clearly reflected Manik's facial expression.

Just when Turing thought a small conflict would break out among their own people, Manik relaxed and he suddenly stepped back and raised his hand:

"Of course, this is your job."

He took two steps back, turned around like a dance move, and then put his helmet back on his face:

"But... these beasts are very irritable, I'm just trying to ensure safety..."

"You don't have to worry about it, Captain Manick."

The researcher said, looking up at Turing's body, a large amount of data floating and flashing on his glossy helmet. Turing saw that it was some kind of sensor that was detecting itself.

"Can you borrow your physiological tranche room?"

The researcher looked at Turing, and Iliad on the side saw a turning point appear and walked over quickly:

"Of course! Of course! Please..."

As he said that, he led the two researchers to the physiological preparation room. Manik behind him was about to bring people to follow him, but the researchers drank it back:

"You just need to stay outside."

Manic frowned:

"I'm afraid this is not suitable..."

"This is the beast-fighting living room arranged by the Chamber of Commerce. What do you think is inappropriate?"

Manick's expression changed, and then raised his hands:

"Okay, you have the final say."

The helmet raised up, met Turing's head gaze, and lit the controller on his arm towards Turing, turned around and walked towards the sofa in the hall.

...

Physical preparation room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Iliad and Mr. Blaze. Some people's behavior is often unrestrained or instructed. Today, it's all about some organizational extraction."

The researcher took off the mechanical backpack on his back, put it aside and opened it. It contained an integrated instrument and various dense tools.

"What part?" This is the first time Turing spoke to these people.

His previous experience in the lounge made him understand that the Wang Ting Guards held a downward attitude, especially when it comes to fighting beasts. Turing thought it was the best way to keep silent in front of them. It was just that Manik just now...

"Any part is OK."

Turing spread out his arm that had absorbed "Parasite One".

"Yes." The researcher said, leaving the mechanical backpack and coming under Turing, but there was nothing else in his hand except the holographic communicator:
Chapter completed!