This is not mechanical ascension...

Chapter 251: The Little People's Vigilance Dimension God Reappears
The next moment, the office door opened, and White, with a gloomy look, walked straight in, kicked the door casually, and looked around his office.

This kind of scrutiny and condescending gaze made Pierre extremely uncomfortable. He said coldly, "White, why are you here instead of staying in the Dimension World Laboratory?"

White's eyes swept across his face indifferently, and he sat on the chair in front of him and said indifferently: "Stop pretending. How is your research on the so-called engine that uses dimensional energy as fuel going?"

Suddenly, for some reason, White felt the temperature in the room drop a little, and he felt inexplicably creepy.

And Pierre was confused and frowned, "What engine?"

Seeing him pretending like this, White began to wonder if there really had been some breakthrough.
"I saw it when I came here. The shabby experimental environment in your R&D department can't support this kind of experiment at all."

"Besides, I didn't see the folding motorcycle you brought into the dimensional laboratory yesterday. Do you have a hidden laboratory?"

White stared at Peel and asked, "What on earth are you researching? Why are you hiding it so much?"

Pierre's pupils suddenly contracted and his whole body began to tremble.

A folding motorcycle brought into the dimensional laboratory?
What is that? Why do you bring that thing with you?
How come he has no relevant memory?

He couldn't help but want to ask a question, but when he saw White's scrutinizing look, he held it back and snorted, "I report directly to the leader. There's no need for me to explain what I did to you."

"Okay, I have something else to do now. I need to complete the task ordered by the leader. Are you sure you want to continue disturbing me?"

White's face was ugly, he just sneered: "You don't know your own limitations."

After saying that, he left. As soon as he walked out of the door, he broke out in a cold sweat for some reason. The air conditioner in the R&D department made him shiver.

He looked back at Pierre's laboratory, his expression uncertain, and he snorted coldly before leaving.

After making sure White had left, a dense layer of sweat appeared on Pierre's calm face, and he turned pale. His whole body was trembling slightly, and his heart was pounding.

Combined with his occasional mental confusion during this period, he had an extremely uneasy feeling in his heart.

Thinking of the folding motorcycle that White had just mentioned, he took a deep breath and calmed down a little.

Then he turned on the video terminal, found a contact through the intranet, and quickly answered: "Minister, are you looking for me?"

Pierre tried to calm his voice and said in a deep voice, "Send me a copy of the surveillance video of me leaving the house yesterday, up to the moment I left the R&D department."

The other party seemed a little confused and was silent for a moment before responding: "Okay."

After turning off the video terminal, Pierre kept exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, and inhaling, trying to calm his trembling thighs and restless arms.

After waiting for a few more minutes, a package of data was sent over. He plucked up his courage, clicked it and took a look. His pupils suddenly dilated as if he was struck by lightning.

The beating of his heart was like thunder. His face first turned red, then quickly faded, leaving him as pale as a piece of paper, and his eyes were hazy.

In the surveillance video playing on the screen in front of him, when he walked out of the office, he was holding a piece of silver-white metal in his hand.

However, in his own mind there was no memory of this piece of metal at all.

The surveillance footage recorded it very clearly. His expression was calm, no different from usual.

This short five-minute surveillance video was played on his screen countless times.

Pierre looked in pain, holding his head, trying to recall.

Vaguely, he seemed to really recall that he was holding a block of silver-white metal and walked into the door of the dimensional laboratory.

But he really couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

All I know is that I met Chief Connit and reported on the monitoring data, and then he let me leave.

During this period, there was no such thing as a piece of silver-white metal.

How could this be?
With a panic-stricken look on his face, he suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the door of the office, but a chill that came from nowhere suddenly calmed him down.
He didn't know how to explain it. Within the coverage area of ​​the Eternal Realm, there should be no mental energy that could interfere with him.

But I just can't control myself. Holding that silvery-white metal block...oh...White said it was a folding motorcycle.

This made him even more confused. How could he bring this thing in? Who was behind this?

Who will believe me when I explain myself?
He thought of how traitors were treated within the organization.

His hands and feet were cold and he almost collapsed on the ground. He barely held on to the wall before sitting back in his chair.

"Discovered..." Li Ming watched Pierre's various reactions quietly and was not surprised.

There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the Torch organization, and as long as Peel sees the video of himself holding the piece of metal, he will be exposed.

However, he had a plan.

"Pierre..."

With his eyes wide open and slumped on the cushioned seat, Pierre vaguely heard someone calling his name.

He didn't react at all the first time it sounded, until the second time it sounded, he shuddered all over and realized it was not an illusion.

"This... there is a real sound..." Pierre's face was filled with shock. In the world of eternity, there are actually psychic abilities?

"You, who are you? Are you the one doing this in secret?" He couldn't help but ask, looking around the ceiling in panic.

"I have many names, but the one you are most familiar with should be Dimensional Deity."

The other party's empty, calm, and uneventful response made Pierre freeze again.

Dimensional Gods!?
He was familiar with this name. There were many rumors about him within the organization. His most famous achievement was guiding the fireworks to allow Coyle to kill Isius, which caused a sensation within the organization.

It is said that the leaders all believe that it is not an ordinary dimensional creature and is quite powerful.

He swallowed, but doubts emerged again: "You, how do you prove it?"

"How do you want me to prove it?"

"This..." Pierre was stunned, many thoughts flashing through his mind. He couldn't help but point at the surveillance video on the screen that was still playing in a loop and said, "Are you controlling me?"

“No…” The voice denied: “It’s not me. It’s this incident that made me set my sights on you.”

"Follow me? You can observe the entire Torch Base?" Pierre couldn't help but wonder, "How is that possible? This is the coverage of the Eternal Realm. The power of creatures from other dimensions will cause Balzacs to counterattack."

The voice was calm and indifferent: "I'm right here."

Pierre couldn't help but gasp. Either Balzacs didn't notice the dimensional spirit at all, or Balzacs didn't dare to resist.
Pierre swallowed his saliva and asked carefully, "If it wasn't you, then who controlled me?"

"Should you turn off the surveillance camera in the room?"

This reminded Pierre, and he hurriedly turned on his smart terminal. The surveillance probe in this room was not connected to the Torch Organization's system, but to his own smart terminal.

Looking at myself on the screen panicking and yelling at the empty room, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and quickly deleted the files.

"The person who is controlling you is the same person you are looking for." Li Ming said.
"The same one..." Pierre was puzzled at first, then his face changed slightly, "Did the leader ask me to find an insider?" "Who is he? Is he Qinglong?"

Qinglong? You actually suspect me?

Li Ming was speechless, but Cornette did not tell Pierre more information, so the other party naturally suspected the most powerful one.

"The other party is protected by the power of creatures from other dimensions. I am still looking for it."

"What? But this is Balzac's territory, it will not allow life from other dimensions..." Pierre was stunned again, hesitating to speak, wanting to say that this was impossible.

But the dimensional deity who was talking to him did it.

Is this another dimensional being on the same level as the dimensional gods?
Why are they all focusing on the organization's base?

"That's why the other party can use his spiritual power to seduce you."

"What on earth does he want to do?" Pierre couldn't help but ask, "Who is that dimensional creature?"

"You don't need to know, you just need to know that I will help you find him."

"This..." Pierre hesitated, "Why did you come to me? Can't you just talk to the leader directly?"

"Your leader doesn't have to help me, but you have to listen to me."

Pierre was silent, guessing that this might be a struggle between highly intelligent creatures from different dimensions.

The leader of his own team will not necessarily help the dimensional gods, but will help the dimensional creature that offers the highest bid.

But he has been manipulated into doing certain things, and if he doesn't find out the truth, he will die.

It seemed that he had no choice, but at least this was for the Torch Organization to find the enemy's spies, so it didn't count as betraying the organization.

"How are you going to help me?" Pierre calmed down.

"I can tell you that the means used by the other party to communicate with the outside world is distributed data decompilation."

Pierre looked strange. He felt puzzled to hear such professional terms from the mouth of this mysterious dimensional god, but then an idea flashed in his mind:
"I see. You mean he's using our data stream."

"Our data stream is equivalent to a newspaper. What he does is to cut out what he wants to say and the other party's response from the newspaper."

"No wonder there hasn't been any fluctuation in the overall data flow."

"But..." He was helpless again, "This kind of decompilation program uses a specific code. If you don't know the specific code, it is almost impossible to translate it."

"I know part of it."

Pierre's expression was shocked, and he operated quickly under the guidance of the dimensional spirit.

"...I need the Torch Organization now..."

The voice was calm and indifferent, and due to the data compilation effect, it sounded like a female voice.

Pierre's pupils contracted. Was it really compiled?

Of course, Li Ming didn't know what specific code Deyes used, but he knew the conversation between the two parties and could directly reverse the process.

"Anything else?" Pierre couldn't help but ask. This was only a part of the code, and the data was too little to crack it by analogy.

"Not yet. I need to break through the enemy's blockade to get more information, but you'd better not alert them."

Pierre nodded, also understanding this truth. After a slight hesitation, he whispered: "Can you... help me, in case I am controlled again..."

"I will build a mental defense for you, and then I will be in a trance for a moment."

"Yes..." Pierre looked excited and prepared.

The next moment, a pocket watch fell from the sky.

Not long after, Pierre suddenly woke up from his chair, looked around, then glanced at the time and found that he had disappeared for several minutes.

But he remembered clearly everything that had happened before, including the communication with the dimensional spirits and the mental defense that the dimensional spirits had built for him.

No more fear of being controlled.

He was excited and couldn't help but clench his fists. Being involved in the fight between two great dimensional beings made him quite frightened, but perhaps it was also an opportunity!
"Oh, by the way, there's also the matter of assembling the battleship, which requires some further instructions." He seemed to suddenly remember and called Zog in.

The hidden danger on Peel's side has been suppressed, and a hook has been planted, which can be activated at any time to expose Deyes's true face.

And planted several key hints for later use.

Li Ming has now hidden in Zog's shadow, thinking:

"The assembly of conventional warships does not require core R&D personnel like Zog, but the assembly of the main battleship must be done by these people themselves."

"I can use a component that looks similar to the main ship to replace the main gun, but for professionals like them, they can't wait for the test and will find something wrong with the main gun during the installation process."

"So, we need to plant a hint so that they will ignore the problem with the main gun."

Li Ming had already prepared a plan. Even with the assistance of various instruments, the Torch Organization's warship assembly line would require no less than 10,000 operators.

Assembling various types of warships at the same time, hypnotizing these people one by one, and planting suggestions is a huge project, which is almost impossible to accomplish within ten days.

But the main ship-level assembly uses the core members of the R&D department, which has always been the same three to four hundred people. If we move quickly, it will be done in ten days.

They are basically D-level or even F-level life forms, and it is difficult for them to detect that they are being hypnotized.

"Zog, why are you so sleepy? Did the minister scold you?" The bald old man in front of the large workbench couldn't help but tease, as a deck was pulled over his head.

"No way..." Zog shook his head: "The minister just gave me a few instructions. I just feel like I haven't had enough rest recently and I'm often in a trance."

"Me too..." The bald man raised his eyebrows, "Maybe the workload has been too heavy recently. I'll be fine after I get through this period."

"That's right." Zog agreed and went to another workbench.

On the ground, shadows that are difficult to see with the naked eye are constantly flickering.

The personnel responsible for assembling the main ship had already been determined. Li Ming hypnotized Zog and took him to find them one by one.

It certainly couldn't be completed in one day, so in the end, a total of forty-two people were hypnotized and suggestions were planted in their minds.

In the next few days, after Li Ming finished spending time in the core laboratory, he went to hypnotize the R&D personnel responsible for the assembly of the main ship.

Time passed in this repetitive process, the Torch Base operated as usual, and no one could notice the waves surging beneath the water.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days had passed.

(End of this chapter)