Being obsessed with killing, I became a knife crusher

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S06 war zone, Iron Blood Manufacturing headquarters.

"Recently, the pressure in the S07 theater has dropped sharply. Did something happen?"

The dreamer sitting in the conference hall asked.

"It seems that the S08 war zone was invaded by a large number of iron-blooded units. With that level of command, I think it should be a team led by the mastermind."

The alchemist replied.

"It's been fantastic."

There was some joy on the disruptor's face.

Previously, their iron-blooded main force was held back by the Griffin Company of S07 and was unable to do anything. But now that the S08 theater is tight, some of the Griffin echelons stationed on the S08 front were called back, and they immediately gained the upper hand.

If the leader of the S08 war zone is really the mastermind Eliza, then as long as the S07 war zone is captured, the S06 war zone to the S08 war zone can be completely connected to form a large iron-blooded base.

But, why didn’t Eliza take the initiative to come to him?

Dreamer was a little confused. If she was not controlled by that mysterious human being, logically she should have launched a joint attack with herself.

But if he was controlled by that mysterious human being, then... wouldn't he still be able to escape this fate?

The thought of surrendering to the humans that the idiot destroyer surrendered to, and that idiot destroyer was still her senior, made her extremely unhappy.

To be honest, she didn't want to succumb to humans at all.

Perhaps, it would be a good choice to send a small team to conduct a decapitation operation on the headquarters of the S09 theater.

The mastermind entrusted the iron-blooded craftsmanship to himself at that time. Of course, he could not let this mess fall into his own hands. If Mo Yin, the commander of the S09 theater, really had the means to control the iron-blooded humanoid, he must be killed before he comes into contact with himself. Just drop it.

The dreamer is lost in thought.

"I have another piece of information here."

Ouroboros' words interrupted the dreamer's thoughts.

"Say."

"After the large-scale iron-blooded engineering troops with unknown leaders fought against S08 on all fronts, the military personnel took over the fragile Griffin, quickly formed a defensive line of surveillance, and repeatedly recaptured parts of the area from the iron-blooded hands."

"But a few days ago, the S08 front completely collapsed, and the military did not retreat. I personally judge that they all died in the S08 theater on that day."

"But here comes the problem. Even if all our elite humanoids attack at the same time, there is no possibility of destroying the military forces in one day."

"Actually...we can't completely annihilate even one Griffin."

"Dreamer, I don't know what you are thinking, but if you want to commit suicide, I will leave Iron Blood Works."

Ouroboros reminded coldly.

The dreamer's mental cloud stopped running for an instant.

Ouroboros is right. Their current strength is insufficient and they can't even deal with a small Griffin, let alone fight monsters at a higher level to deal with the military's forces in one day.

But that force is eyeing the Iron Blood Works, which has formed an endless cycle. What should we do?

"I made a crawler and collected some information. The military's searches for the keyword Moyin have increased sharply during this period. They are trying every means to collect all the intelligence about the commander of the S09 theater command. I think we We can boldly guess that he was the one who caused the military to suffer huge losses overnight."

"At this stage, he is at loggerheads with the military. It seems that we do not need to take the initiative to get into his muzzle."

The disruptors also had their say.

"Then have you collected any information about him?"

The dreamer forced himself to calm down, looked at the disruptor and asked.

"No, the military found no useful links, and neither did I. His identity is unknown... everything is blank."

"Wait a minute, if it's information about him, I've seen a little bit. His girlfriend is this silly-looking humanoid who likes to have a bad mouth and spray water on the Internet."

Ouroboros brought up a web page with an enlarged photo, which was an intimate photo taken by MDR and Mo Yin.

"This humanoid named MDR is irritable and easily provoked on the Internet. She may be an entry point for us. If you really want to understand Moyin, I think you can get some ideas from her."

"Moreover, here, she uploaded a headshot photo. Judging from the clothing of the deceased, it is indeed the uniform of a military soldier. This should confirm from the side that what happened in the S08 theater was done by them."

Ouroboros cuts across another image.

"Why do you pay attention to her?"

Dreamer asked doubtfully.

"We have different views on a certain incident. She prefers to argue with me, so I paid attention to her information. At that time, I planned to kill her offline, but she was in the headquarters of Moyin. I don’t think it’s easy to deal with, so I’ll put it aside for now.”

"I don't think a loser deserves to be in his command."

Ouroboros opened his mouth to explain.

"Understood, disruptor, I'll leave it to you to investigate the matter regarding Moyin."

The dreamer nodded, accepting Ouroboros' explanation.

"By the way, from MDR's past posts, we seem to be able to see that Mo Yin is a very troubled person, and she is very troubled by this. Perhaps we can use a tactic called a honey trap in human knowledge to get closer. he."

Ouroboros added.

"Then the question is, who will perform the honey trap?"

The dreamer's words caused the temperature in the conference room to drop to freezing point. No one is stupid. Mo Yin is a figure that even the mastermind must be wary of... This task is very dangerous.

Their humanoid forms made of iron and blood are not simply mental clouds simulating emotions. Laiko ultimately hopes that they can have their own real emotions... So when faced with this kind of task, it is not just the dreamer who says a word, but There will be people who are willing to make this sacrifice.

Chapter 524: Severe Sister Controlling Sixteen Pigeons

"Ouroboros, you've dealt with him before, and he let you come back. Otherwise, I'll leave this difficult task to you."

The dreamer turned his attention to the Ouroboros.

"Me! No! Go! If I have to sacrifice my appearance to seduce him, I might as well be torn down now!"

Ouroboros refused without hesitation.

Half an hour later, a battery-powered mental core was placed where Ouroboros should have been sitting.

"How dare you do this???? I think you can tear down all the cores of their minds!!!!"

Only the Ouroboros in the core of his mind protested angrily.

However, since she lost her physical body, her protest was not enough to scare Dreamers and the others... In other words, her protest had never made other Iron-Blooded Elite humanoids feel scared.

However, the dreamer only dares to punish her symbolically. The current iron-blooded industry does not have the ability to develop a new highly intelligent AI. That is something only Eliza can do, so sooner or later she will return to her own. Go into the body.

But even if this is the case, this is also a great shame and humiliation!

"I don't think it's necessary to send a humanoid to Miyin's headquarters to perform this kind of mission for the time being. At least his attention is not on our iron-blooded craftsmanship right now."

"If you act rashly, if the mission fails, it may provoke him to take action against us iron-blooded workers. Human males still care about this."

The alchemist suggested.

"...That makes sense, so let's put it aside for now, but try to collect what kind of women he likes. Interrupter, this task is left to you."

The dreamer opened his mouth to arrange the tasks.

"Okay, leave it to me."

The disruptor nodded. Now that the pressure on the S07 front has been reduced, she also has free time to handle such tasks.

............

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Master."

"The information I have investigated shows that SCP173 broke through containment five years ago and has been missing since then. From this point of view, the person who sent this SCP to MDR is not the SCP Foundation."

"I'm sorry that I couldn't get any useful information."

MoYin waited for almost half an hour before the agent reported a little apologetically.

"Uh, no, I probably took this for granted... The slogan of the foundation is control, containment, failure, escape... No, it's control, containment, protection. Naturally, they won't take the initiative. Release SCPs like SCP173."

Moyin had to admit that he had taken it too far to directly investigate the SCP Foundation. This was not due to the agent's lack of ability, but because he had given the wrong direction in searching for information.

"I will continue to pay attention to the information about SCP173. Once I find useful information, I will report it to you. Is this okay?"

the agent asked.

"Well, please."

There is no good way now, gathering intelligence also takes time.

"By the way, I will take a new resident to the central control room in a moment."

"I understand. I'm going to arrange for someone to prepare refreshments. What do you need for drinks?"

"Bring me a mocha, Dorothy. What would you like to drink?"

Mo Xuan turned around and asked.

"SugerRush~"

"Sorry, Master, I have never heard of this drink... Oh, this is a specially prepared cocktail at BTC Joint Bar, but we don't have the relevant materials we need to use, even if we order the mixing materials now , I’m afraid it will take two days to deliver the raw materials to the nearest pick-up point.”

The agent replied slightly apologetically.

"Bring me a glass of orange juice."

Dorothy didn't mind, she actually liked the juice drinks.

"understood."

The agent interrupted communications.

Moyin took Dorothy to the central control room.

"Hey, dear, hasn't she never heard of this kind of drink just now? How come she suddenly knows that sugar rush is the cocktail of BTC Union Bar?"

Dorothy asked curiously.

"The agent is an excellent humanoid, perfect in all aspects, and the same is true for network intrusion and penetration. She must have retrieved the database of the hacked BTC bar and obtained the formula while speaking, so she can understand it so thoroughly."

Mo Yin opened his mouth and guessed that this was the only possibility he could think of.

"Oh my god, in such a short time? Invading a large joint company???"

Dorothy felt a little weird.

"If you install an electronic warfare doll, you will be able to successfully invade after spending a certain amount of time. I'm afraid your current hardware facilities are better than you think."

"Hey, eh, is that so?"

"Well, you may need to slowly tap into the potential you have now...here we are."

The automatic control door in front of Moyin automatically opened when it sensed the presence of Moyin and Dorothy.

"Master, welcome back."

The beautiful maid in front of her gracefully performed a skirt lift, and Dorothy was stunned for a moment.

"Honey, she is so beautiful. Can I sleep with her?"

Dorothy asked excitedly.

"...You have to ask her about this. My children have the right to make their own choices in this regard."

Mo Yin spread his hands. Although as long as he gave orders to the agent, she would probably sleep with Dorothy, but he didn't want to make the agent unhappy, so he still gave the agent the choice.

"Hey, can we have a nice night tonight? You're so beautiful."

Dorothy made no secret of her invitation to agents.

"Please forgive my refusal, I have no interest in sleeping with anyone other than my master."

The agent coldly rejected Dorothy's invitation.

"It looks like this is the new resident you mentioned. I'm going to enter the authentication information for her. Please take a rest here."

The agent pointed to the sofa. On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there were already several plates of cute snacks, a cup of steaming coffee, and a glass of orange juice.

Mo Yin sat on the sofa, took a sip of coffee.

Dorothy knelt on the sofa and looked curiously at Nieto, who was standing in a row waiting for orders.

She didn't care much about being rejected by the agent. After all, she had been rejected by Jill many times.