Chapter 459 Negotiation

"Da da da" Charles and the others stepped on the smooth floor with their muddy and dirty boots.

Surrounded by a group of people in black combat uniforms, Charles walked forward.

They are now in a huge underground garage, but all around is empty and there is no car

The feeling of suffocation in the lungs has become much lighter, but it is not so much that the symptoms have become lighter, it is better to say that they have begun to get used to it.

Charles, holding a diary in his hand, looked at the "seal" beside him.

This is a strong man of 1.9 meters, and the muscles on his body cannot be concealed even by the equipment all over his body. His face is a square face, and the eyes under the short broken hair are full of tenacity.

"Are you a task force? Looking at your equipment, it seems that you are very handy in dealing with all kinds of anomalies." Charles asked the "seal".

There was a trace of surprise in the other party's eyes, but he did not choose to communicate with Charles.

A group of people walked to the deepest part of the garage, but there was nothing here except a wall.

"Seal" took a step forward and quickly clicked on it with his right hand wearing a fingerless glove. "Drip~ beep~"

Charles wanted to peek at what the other party was typing out of the corner of his eye, but he found that the other party had completely covered that place with his body.

"Pfft~" A door split open from the wall, revealing a classroom-sized space.

"Boom~!" The sudden explosion caused the lights in the garage to flicker on and off.

"Hurry up and go in, they're back again." Said "Seal" and took the lead to rush in with his team members.

After Charles glanced at the way he came from, he followed in with the crew.

As the door closed, Charles immediately noticed two triangular buttons with one front and one reverse, which was an elevator.

"Seal" lightly pressed the inverted triangle button, and the elevator started to move down slowly after a slight shock.

"What were those just now? Why do those fighters have animal wings?" Charles said to "The seals tried again.

The opponent remained unmoved.

"Don't tell me that? Anyway, we fought together just now, so we can be regarded as comrades-in-arms."

Hearing what Charles said, "Seal" paused and said, "I don't think about what they are. My duty is to kick them back the moment they reappear."

"What? Can't they be killed?" Charles asked gropingly.

"Seal" shook his head, "No, they can be killed, but every once in a while, these bugs will reappear, they are like a group of immortal ghosts above No. 68."

"They can't be destroyed, and with their weird appearance, could it be that the Foundation created some special relic when it experimented with a certain relic?" Charles speculated wildly.

After a few seconds of simple thought, he stretched out a hand to the seal, "My name is Charles, nice to meet you."

The seal glanced at Charles, and held the gun tightly in his hand. "Parker, I don't know how you outsiders know about the task force, but you guessed it."

As soon as Parker finished speaking, "Ding~", the elevator opened, and the sea water inside instantly waded out, but there was no water outside.

Before Charles could enjoy the painful feeling of breathing freely again, the dense red dots quickly aimed at the position between his eyebrows and his heart.

Outside the elevator, under the huge searchlights that provided strong lighting, there were more than a hundred task force members holding various firearms. It was obvious that they had communicated with each other long ago.

"Please hand over your weapons and cooperate with the investigation." With Parker's stiff tone, one can imagine what would happen if he refused.

The various weapons carried by Charles and others were quickly disarmed and immediately detained separately.

In a bright white room, Charles, who had taken off his coat, sat there waiting for something.

He looked down at the silver electronic lock that was handcuffing him, and nodded approvingly.

The workmanship is good, and the possibility of them being descendants of the Foundation is increased, so the possibility of the key being on the island is greatly increased.

Charles looked up at a glossy mirror on the wall in front of him. "How long are you going to watch in the back? You can't understand who I am just by observing. Send someone to talk."

"Snap!" The mirror instantly turned transparent, and a row behind, men and women who were waiting in full battle appeared in front of Charles. They had been observing Charles from the very beginning.

"Captain Parker said, your name is Charles? Can you talk to me?" A soft female voice came from the corner of the wall.

Charles didn't see someone speaking with a microphone among the crowd in front of him, talking to people from other places.

"You are the Foundation? What happened on the surface?" Charles went straight to the point.

The woman's voice came again after a short pause. "Now I'm the one asking you the question."

Then Charles saw that his diary was spread on the glass. "What are these words? Where did you learn them?"

"Can you answer my question first? How long have you been here? Have you been observing the outside world?"

For the next fifteen minutes, the two sides talked to each other, but neither side got any useful information.

The woman's voice seemed impatient, "Charles, I don't want to do this, but if you continue like this, don't blame me for taking backup measures."

"Bah~" Charles was jolted violently by the high-voltage electricity coming from the handcuffs.

"Answer my question!" said the woman's voice word by word.

Charles originally thought that his friendliness would bring the possibility of communication, but if this situation continued, he might not be able to find any clues. He hated being treated like a beast.

Charles bowed his head and smiled and stood up straight away. He walked to the glass window and put his face on it.

"Hey, you turn this diary to the penultimate page, I have recorded something there."

The man in glasses holding Charles' diary was a little surprised. When he turned to the second page, he found a twisted tentacle monster painted on it.

Charles lifted his prosthetic leg and tapped lightly on the glass window. "Winky, come to Dad."

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, a green eye crawled out of the paper with wriggling tentacles sticking to liquid, and the painting became real!

"呵呵呵~" The handcuffs in Charles' hands instantly emitted a high-voltage current, as if trying to stop Charles.

However, as the white arc on Charles' body struck quickly, a stream of black smoke rose, and the electronic lock was instantly scrapped.

The piercing siren sounded, and the dark red light kept flashing on the ceiling. This situation was a bit like the Foundation's containment point project getting out of control.

There was a crackling sound, and the thick glass broke instantly, and the huge Shining floated in front of Charles. "Dad, where is this?"

Charles patted her tentacles with his hand, "Come on, let's go and tell them what real equal communication should be like."

Charles jumped into the surveillance room where broken glass was everywhere, and walked towards the door.

When he led Shining through the corridor to a large circular square, he saw the task force including Parker surrounding him.

"Go, winky, have fun with them, remember not to let them die."

What scares Earth Sea is always the unknown, as long as it is not the unknown, there is nothing to be afraid of.