Chapter 1189: I Like This Sentence

They were brought into the facility.

This time, they did not take the route used during the day, but a more concealed passage.

Eventually, they were led to a larger room.

This place looked like an exhibition hall, with several glass display cases in the center containing some mysterious-looking items.

Glowing crystals, stone slabs carved with Runes, and several pieces of twisted metal objects.

Lost stood in the center of the exhibition hall, wearing ornate robes, still holding that Bone Staff in his hand.

"Welcome, welcome."

His smile was falsely enthusiastic.

"Please take a look at our latest discovery—these are Psionic Amplifiers excavated from some Ancient Ruins, which theoretically can open a tiny window into the mirror rift."

Yingzhou walked up to a display case, looking at the "Psionic Amplifier" inside.

The material was standard synthetic crystal, the Runes were machine-engraved, and even the artificial aging marks were perfunctory.

But he still feigned interest.

"Are these... really effective?"

"Of course!"

Lost walked over to another display case.

"Look at this, a Reality Anchor Stabilizer. It can fix the opening of the mirror rift, allowing us to safely observe parallel worlds."

Yingzhou looked at that "stabilizer," sneering in his heart.

It was clearly a modified industrial pressure regulator; even the trademark hadn't been polished off.

Alan also played along with the performance.

"Impressive. But we need to see actual data, experimental records."

"They are all here."

Lost handed over a Data Pad.

"A summary of the past year's research results, absolutely impossible to be discovered."

Alan took the Data Pad and browsed through it quickly. Yingzhou leaned over to look.

The report was written in flowery language, full of technical jargon, but the core content was empty.

The charts were too perfect; even the margin of error was so regular it didn't look like a real experiment.

The most ridiculous part was a "Psionic Fluctuation Spectrum" that used a data format obsolete for thirty years, making even software compatibility an issue.

Alan and Yingzhou exchanged a glance.

The time had come.

Alan put down the Data Pad, his expression turning serious.

"Lord Lost, please forgive my bluntness... but this report, and these 'relics,' are not enough to support cooperation between us."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few degrees instantly.

Lost's smile froze on his face.

"What did you say?"

"I said, these are too fake; they won't be able to fool anyone for long."

Alan's voice was clear.

"The data is generated, the relics are modern replicas, and the entire research is a scam. You deceived Commander-in-Chief Valken, you deceived the Ministry of Finance, and now you want to drag us onto your sinking ship?"

Lost narrowed his eyes and said in a low tone.

"Do... do you know what you are saying?"

"I do."

Alan took a step forward.

"I also know that you invited us here tonight not to show off research results, but to silence us. The guards outside have doubled, automatic weapons have been installed in the passage, and this room... has at least four hidden firing ports."

Lost stepped back a few paces, the enthusiasm on his face turning into a grimace.

"Smart. But the more smart people know, the earlier they tend to die."

He clapped his hands.

Instantly, panels slid open in the four corners of the room, revealing Energy Gun muzzles.

The guards outside the door rushed in, raising their guns to aim.

The moment Lost clapped, Yingzhou's pupils contracted slightly.

Everything was playing out according to the worst-case scenario.

Energy Gun barrels from four sets of hidden firing ports slid out from the walls, emitting the distinct light sound of mechanical devices.

The guards outside the door rushed in, twelve men, fully armed.

These guards were clearly not ordinary security personnel.

Their movements were professional, their positioning reasonable, sealing off all possible escape routes.

Alan had already entered combat mode.

His body sank slightly, his center of gravity adjusted to a posture where he could explode in any direction at any time.

But Yingzhou was not nervous.

On the contrary, he felt a hint of... relief.

Having been in disguise for so long, having been suppressed for so long, now he could finally vent a little.

"Smart people tend to die early?"

Yingzhou repeated Lost's words.

"I like this sentence very much."

Lost stood behind the guards, that smile of having everything under control reappearing on his face.

"Still sharp-tongued when death is at your doorstep. Corporal Kelan, I admit your observation skills are good, but observation skills cannot save your life."

He made a gesture.

"Take them down. I want them alive; I need to know who is behind them."

The guards began to tighten the encirclement.

Just at this moment, Yingzhou walked in front of Alan.

At the same time, he raised his right hand, opened his palm, and performed a simple brushing motion.

An invisible psionic ripple spread out with him as the center.

All hidden recording devices, those micro-cameras and recorders disguised as buttons and belt buckles, stopped working at the same instant.

From now on, everything that happens in this room will not be recorded externally.

Alan immediately understood Yingzhou's intention.

He nodded slightly and stepped back half a pace, leaving the stage entirely to the Emperor.

Lost frowned.

He did not understand the meaning of that gesture, but an instinctive sense of crisis made his hair stand on end.

"What are you doing?"

He asked sharply.

"Doing what you wanted to do just now."

Yingzhou said.

"Silencing you."

Before the words had faded, Yingzhou's eyes began to glow with a faint golden light.

The air in the room began to vibrate.

"A Psionic?!"

Lost screamed out.

"Impossible! The biological scan showed you..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

Five points of light appeared before him, and when the light dissipated, there were five more people in the room.

No, not "people."

They were giants wearing silver-grey Power Armor.

Their Armor was engraved with sacred Runes and prayers for banishing demons, and every piece of armor plate flowed with a faint psionic radiance.

They held huge Heavenly Punishment Demon-Cleaving Halberds in their hands, with blue energy arcs coiling around the blades.

Grey Knights.

The five Grey Knights stood in an arc, shielding Yingzhou and Alan behind them.

Just by standing there, they exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Lost's three eyes widened to the limit, the red light of his mechanical prosthetic eye flickering wildly.

His mouth opened, only able to emit "huff... huff..." gasping sounds.

Those well-trained guards also fell into chaos.

Their weapons were still pointed forward, but their hands were trembling.

"Fire... fire!"

Lost finally squeezed out the sound.

"Kill them!"

The order was given, but only half of the guards reacted.

Six Energy Rifles fired, and blue Energy Beams shot toward the Grey Knights.

The Grey Knight standing at the very front did not even move.

A translucent Psionic Shield formed instantly in front of him; all Energy Beams hit the shield, splashing ripples, and then dissipated.

At the same time, the other four Grey Knights moved.

Their speed was so fast they left afterimages.

The first Grey Knight charged toward the guards on the left.

His Heavenly Punishment Demon-Cleaving Halberd did not even use its energy field, just a simple physical swing.

The halberd shaft swept across, and three guards were hit in the chest and abdomen simultaneously.

The armor was torn like paper, ribs were shattered, and internal organs ruptured.

The three flew backward, hitting the wall and leaving large bloodstains, dying on the spot.

The second Grey Knight dealt with the right side; the halberd blade pierced a helmet and punctured the brain; pierced a carotid artery and severed the spine; pierced a heart and shredded the ventricles.

Three seconds, three guards fell.