quickly transmigration bl : cute devil

Arc 3. 1 : His singing voice

The boy in his hand did not speak, and the black sky in the night looked at Abelun, his eyes were disdainful. It seemed that even in such a situation, he could not hide his pride.

Aboron was angered by the juvenile, and his unfortunate childhood was the disdainful look.

"Oh, that's a pity, take the spiritual potion." Abraham loosened his body and said to the person behind him that he wanted to crack the gene chip, and he didn't have the heart to tease the poor and poor Chora.

"Boss, there is only one mental medicine left, and the next batch of supplies will take a week to arrive." Aboron said behind a one-eyed star thief.

The torture is now very simple, and there is no need for psychological or defamatory torture. A needle of psychoactive medicine will play a role in mental shock, allowing prisoners to spit out the secrets that the interrogators want.

Because of this, Dr. Lamir can't be caught by the Star Thief, otherwise the way to crack the chip will be known to Abraham, regardless of whether he matches it or not.

"There is only one left?" Abraham raised his voice. Obviously, he was somewhat unhappy. He frowned and asked, "Is sure all the escape cabins are destroyed?"

"Yes, it's absolutely ruined that even the doors can't be opened!"

Wen Yan, Qing Yun's mind moved. He had to hold the stars and let them focus on searching inside the starship instead of increasing the search outside. After all, it takes at least three or five days for Lamir to break through the encirclement of the Star Thief and return to the Union.

Abraham's cold glance looked at Jola, sitting on the interrogation chair. The soft black hair of the young boy was placed on the cheek, and the skin was white and fragile. The slender neck seemed to be shattered with a light grip.

This kid is so weak and like an omega. Yes, due to the injection of inhibitors, these star thieves only regard him as an underage beta.

"The spiritual potion was kept for Lamir." Abraham was sitting on the side of the chair, "give him a sentence."

The voice of Aboron just fell, and the guards behind Qing Yun's hand will open the button on the interrogation chair.

"Slow." Unexpectedly, Abraham's words turned. "With the program on the chair, how much is that interesting? Is it, Chris?"

Abraham slowly turned the chair and looked at the man who had been standing by the door. The eyes of all of them turned together, and Qingyun was no exception.

The man standing by the door had no sense of existence, but this appeared in the eyes of everyone, but it slowly faded away from the dust that covered it.

He slowly stepped forward, and the platinum-colored long hair with a chilly metallic luster hangs down to the waist, and the deep face of the knife-cutting axe is cold and beautiful.

The sound of the military boots on the floor sounded like a step that he did not miss. Chris's silver pupils were all inorganic and cold, and there was no trace of affection.

Chris Laverwall, Admiral of the First Army of the Federation, the next candidate for the Federal Marshal. However, as a general presence in the hearts of the federal people, Chris blew the betrayal of the flamingo when he attacked the enemy, and invested in the arms of the enemy.

His betrayal caused the federal spiritual pillar to collapse instantly, and everyone was unbelievable.

However, this seems to be the case. Chris has been succumbing to the death of his parents in the federal political turmoil, destroying most of the members of the First Corps, and taking prisoners of several physiques of the First Legion to a+, and taking them with them. enemy.

As soon as Chris came out, Qing Yun felt that he suddenly rose behind him. He looked back. The interrogation room was connected to other cells. Now that the barrier has been lowered, several federal prisoners have stood behind the cage and looked at Chris with bloodshot eyes.

Once they were convinced of Chris, how hateful it is now! They watched with their own eyes that Chris destroyed the First Army's main ship with a particle cannon, and killed the brothers who had fought **** battles and died together, leaving only a few of them as gifts for the enemy.

They were injected with psychotropic agents, consciously but uncontrollably speaking about the various secrets of the Union.

Without torture and torture, and without all kinds of cruel psychological oppression, they looked at them with such pains and pains, watching themselves betray the country. After the efficacy of the remedy is removed, the spirit is on the verge of collapse.

"Hey!" One person grabbed the railing, like a beast, and screamed at the chest. After licking, he painfully curled up and mourned on the ground.

This is not only the sequela of injections, psychotropic agents, but also the consequences of the collapse of faith.

"How." Turning to the scene behind Qing Yun, Chris asked Abraham sideways, although it was a question, but there was no doubt.

He is like a robot.

Abraham looked at Chris and looked at it. A character like Chris suddenly succumbed to the enemy, and he couldn't believe it with his suspiciousness. But the benefits of Chris are undoubtedly huge, and he knows almost all federal secrets.

In order to tell whether Chris really betrayed the Federation, Abraham also injected him with psychotropic drugs. Four injections have been made in one shot, but the terrible thing is that this man is still like this, and there is no emotional fluctuation at all.

In the light, the taboos flashed, and Abraham suddenly smiled and said: "Since you have wasted so many spiritual agents, the trial of this little guy will be handed over to you."

"You see how cute he looks at you with his eyes wide open, Chris, you have to hand it down."

Chris heard the words and turned to look at the boy who seemed to be in flames in the scorpion on the interrogation chair.

He looks calm.

"Good."