socalfunplaces Chapter 66 Federal Control Bureau and Taikooya
Chapter 66 Federal Control Bureau and Taikooya
Chapter 66 (FBA) Federal Bureau of Control and Taikooya
The echoes of gunshots reverberated through the metal corridor, mingling with the lingering smells of gunpowder and blood in the air.
Altman lay sprawled on the cold floor, his mind still processing the terrifying scene that had just unfolded. Just seconds before, Stevens had been wielding an axe like a demon; now he was a headless corpse.
He struggled to sit up, his knees still feeling weak. When he looked up, he met a pair of eyes that were almost too calm.
Hendrix, the usually taciturn base security chief, was now expertly inspecting the tactical pistol in his hand, as if he had just killed not a colleague, but a human target.
"Hendricks—you—"
Altman opened his mouth, a thousand words stuck in his throat. The relief of surviving the ordeal, the confusion about the current situation, and the shock at Hendrix's sudden display of ruthless decisiveness were all intertwined.
"Shut your mouth, Doctor. I know what you want to ask."
Hendricks didn't look at him, but quickly untied a black waterproof bag from the back of his tactical vest.
His speech was incredibly fast, yet unequivocal: "Why did you kill him?", "What the hell was that?", "Can we even get out of here alive?", and "Who are you?" Of these four questions, I can only answer the last one.
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He tossed the black waterproof bag into Altman's arms with a dull thud.
"Put it on. Right now. If you don't want to end up like that idiot, with a head full of nonsense and running around hacking people to pieces with an axe."
Altman frantically unzipped the zipper.
The bag contained a bizarrely shaped device. It looked like an exoskeleton shoulder guard, made of some kind of dark gold metal.
The back is connected to a glowing geometric core, from which several black cables extend, and at the top are two earphone-like patches.
"What is this?" Altman asked as he put the device on his shoulder under Hendricks's intense gaze.
"This is called HRA. Its full name is 'Heidelberg Resonance Amplifier'."
Hendrix stepped forward, helped him fasten the restraints on his chest, and then pressed the switch on his back.
A deep, resonant sound, seemingly acting directly on the depths of the soul, rang out.
Altman felt a jolt run through his body.
The whispers that had been swirling in his ears since he entered the base, like countless flies buzzing around him, along with the suppressed restlessness and fear in his heart, were forcibly dispelled by an invisible force in that instant.
The world became quiet again, and my thoughts were clearer than ever before.
"Can you feel it? It can build a Faraday cage of cognitive dimensions around the brain," filtering out those junk signals that try to rewrite your brain circuits.
Hendrix nodded in satisfaction. "Looks like you're in luck; the compatibility rate is very high. This thing is a limited edition, even harder to get than a Ferrari."
"Let's go, we're too close to that black rock. Even with HRA, the overflowing energy radiation will still make you uncomfortable."
Hendricks grabbed Altman and pushed him away from the core area.
"While I'm quite surprised that you, a bookworm, have managed to hold on for so long without going crazy through sheer willpower, *hum*"
Perhaps your brain circuitry is structured differently from normal people? Or maybe some scholar's obsession saved you? Who knows.
The two moved quickly through the dimly lit corridor.
As they passed several corpses dismembered by some kind of sharp weapon, Altman couldn't help but gag, but Hendricks didn't even blink.
"Who exactly are you?"
Altman finally asked the most crucial question: "An ordinary security supervisor couldn't possibly have this kind of equipment or skill. Are you from the CIA? Or the NSA?"
"Ha, those third-rate institutions that only know how to argue and shift blame on Capitol Hill?"
Hendrix sneered, his tone full of disdain. "Don't lump me in with them. That's an insult."
He stopped, turned around, took out a black ID card holder from his pocket, and waved it in front of Altman.
It was an inverted black pyramid emblem with the three initials FBC printed below it.
"Let's get to know each other again. Hendricks. He belongs to the Federal Bureau of Control."
Control), Containment Department, Senior Field Agent.
Hendricks put away his identification, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings while delivering his belated "self-introduction" in a steady voice.
"Federal Control Bureau? I've never heard of that department." Altman frowned.
"Of course you haven't heard of us. If you see our names in the newspapers, it means the countdown to the end of the world has already begun."
Hendricks gestured for them to continue.
"We don't belong to any government's open system; even the president isn't authorized to audit our accounts. We have only one duty: to control, contain, and protect things that don't conform to the norms of this world."
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"Like this divine seal?" Altman pointed to the floor.
"In the bureau's files, we call them 'mutants,' or 'higher-risk energy entities.'"
Hendricks sighed, his voice filled with a deep weariness and anger.
"Several months ago, the department's control center and early warning system detected the resonance anomaly here. Our original plan was to directly use the highest authority of 'Taikoya' to forcibly take over this place and transport this thing back to the first-floor containment area of headquarters."
"But those damn Pentagon bureaucrats! Those greedy military idiots!"
Hendrix couldn't help but swear and kicked aside the toolbox blocking his way.
"They thought this was just an alien's infinite energy battery? They thought they could just put a lid on it and use it to generate electricity? Ha! They preemptively sealed off this place and even used the Department of Defense's top-secret privileges to keep us out."
"I was sent in here to infiltrate and intervene at a crucial moment. But I never expected—"
Hendrix's voice lowered. "I didn't expect such a huge mess at headquarters. Pacific House in New York was suddenly locked down about a week ago, and all communications were cut off. We've lost our backup."
"So, that's the result."
He pointed to the flashing red alarm lights around him. "Without the Bureau of Control's professional containment, these military idiots are like a bunch of monkeys poking at a nuclear bomb with forks. Now look what happened, the nuclear bomb has exploded."
"If I hadn't secretly intercepted a batch of HRA prototypes that were originally destined for headquarters, I would have ended up like them, drawing circles on the wall with my finger."
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