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After all, Dorothy cut off the call rudely, leaving the old Irish man in a mess.Next, she turned around and signaled the six subordinates to suspend work.Although she could communicate silently with the retrospector, Dorothy cleared her throat and ordered through the vibration of her vocal cords:

"Due to emergencies, you must speed up the progress of your work. Go to the arena now and complete the survey with the highest efficiency. It is allowed to release the fixed form and start action immediately!

These words are specifically addressed to Dalal.The backtracker is equivalent to a tool of a high-level servant, who never asks questions.They nodded silently, then released the safety rope in their hands at the same time, floating in the air like a wizard in the movie.Gravity couldn't stop them, and the laws of physics temporarily closed their eyes. Six retrospectors lined up in a neat single-lane column, flew into the overhaul passage one by one, and disappeared into the darkness behind the iron gate.

Dalal stared at this scene dumbfounded, clinging to the rope like a sloth; the right prosthetic eye zoomed repeatedly, reflecting the master's panic."What are you-why did you suddenly fly up?" He rushed out of the pile of dust around him, first looked around in a panic, and then at the bright opening above:

"Madam, what's the matter? What is the attribute of the retrospector, the superpower or—almost forgot, and the gladiator, yes, the gladiator, why do you want us to surround the gladiator? Are they trying to make trouble or something? ?"

"Follow me." Dorothy didn't bother to answer these questions, she had lost enough time.However, when Dalal heard these words, instead of obeying the order, he reached his waist with his right hand, his fierce expression looked like a wild wolf being forced to the corner:

"No, I won't go down. Showdown Madam, what do you want to do with me? What are you trying to do when you push me down?"

"You will become a narrator, witnessing our actions, delivering our voice, that's all." Dorothy took off the safety hook, stepped on the almost weightless air, and walked towards the narrow entrance of the inspection tunnel.The elevator shaft is filled with mold spores, and there are more tiny flying insects smashing around. Although it looks no different from a second ago, there are hundreds of millions of instructions behind it that are colliding violently:

"As for the gladiators, if I guess right, they will soon attack the overseers. Let your colleagues deal with it, hope not to lose too ugly, and ask me for help in a few minutes. What are you waiting for, especially Agent? Come here quickly, the former Secret Service agent, can't even this level of action be done?"

Dalal Hassan rolled his eyes and cursed in his parents' native dialect, mixed with the vicious curse of Dorothy.For a second, he seemed to want to escape without hesitation, far away from this weird place full of weird people, but in the end he took a deep breath and barely controlled his emotions.

"If it weren't for the gladiator on it...Don't make me regret it!" The stab agent swallowed twice in a row, and then shook the safety rope violently, swinging towards the inspection passage like Tarzan.The rigorous training of the Secret Service really gave Dalal a good skill, allowing him to succeed once and for all.But there are essential differences between ordinary residents, high-ranking servants, and retrospectors, and no matter how hard they work, they cannot break the ceiling.

When Dalal gasped like a bison and rushed into the Omega Arena with the M1911A1 pistol high, the six Retrospectors had not only started work, but also in a highly efficient way that ordinary residents could not dream of: Ten fingers, palms and even arms are disbanded at the same time, turning into countless tiny "tentacles", which read data directly from walls, floors and even bulletproof glass.

The former Secret Service agent was stunned again, and his hands with classic weapons hung weakly.He was really frightened this time. He almost fell to the ground with his chin, implanted subcutaneous electrodes, and activated it autonomously under emotional stimulation, swelling the owner's biceps and trapezius at the same time.

Dorothy watched this scene, disgusted in her heart.She weighed it over and over again and again, and didn't stun Dalal.After all, there is really no time to rewrite this guy's memory right now.

"Everything you see can be recorded." While processing the massive data sent by the backtracker, she called the arena's computing resources to sort out the words to deal with the probing agent:

"For our dissatisfaction, write as much as you want. But our approach will not change, because only the retrospector can track the suspect in the Arena case."

"That assassin is like yours, this kind of—" Dalal Hassan swallowed hard, the trembling of his legs couldn't be more obvious:

"This kind of monster? Madam, what secrets are the tracers hiding? If you are all superhumans, then what is the meaning of us agents?"

"You don't need to care about the tracer. Just like you don't need to pay attention to this case. As for the meaning of your existence--" Dorothy dialed the Bluetooth headset, listening to the communication channels of various law enforcement agencies, and facing the sniffer Jun Chun Shan lure:

"It will be reflected right away. No, it will be reflected now. Go back to the ground, Special Agent Dalal. The gunboat stimulated the gladiators and made them launch an offensive in advance. Tell your boss what I said. : We must use swift action to deter opponents and solve the problem in the shortest time. This place has already shed enough blood!"

Dalal nodded subconsciously, but did not leave immediately.He glanced around and around, obviously thinking of his farewell lines.But the opening in the elevator shaft suddenly heard a loud explosion, which immediately made his whole body stiff, and the biological and artificial eyes turned at the same time."You win this time!" He ran to the elevator shaft without looking back, and at the same time he didn't forget to say something harsh:

"I will always chase this case! We will always chase it!! Don't think that's it!!!"

Dorothy shook her head, threw the farce character aside, and continued to look for traces of the mysterious killer from the complicated data stream.This job is a lot like playing "Where is Waldo?""Find Little Waldo from a bunch of messy characters, but her vision is far better than ordinary residents, and the mysterious killer is more conspicuous than cartoon characters:

The man enjoyed his prank so much that he walked all over the silo.He used his advanced authority to not only format the memory storage partitions of the six spectators, but also changed their attributes, turning this group of freshly baked amnestic idiots into registered gladiators to be played next.