Chapter 41 Chapter Eleven

This technician is short and fat, with a layer of oily skin, and he can tell that he has been pampered for many years.His hair was bald only around the edges, and his scalp had a pink glow in the middle.He wore several rings, each of which was thick and heavy, and perfume was sprinkled on his clothes... Marlow met many people on this planet, but he was the only one who didn't look angry. Now the technician curled his lips unhappily and said, "Hey, you, hurry up. I still have a lot of very important things to deal with. You seem to be from other places..." He seemed to be looking at Marlowe's attire, that It was obviously not Sivener's traditional attire, and even his eyelids showed a strong color of suspicion.

"It's true that I don't live around here," said Marlowe calmly, "but it doesn't matter. I'm honored to have the opportunity to give you a little present yesterday." The technician turned his nostrils to the sky and said, "I received it. It's quite an interesting little ornament. Maybe I'll need it someday." "I have many more interesting gifts, which are guaranteed to be practical and definitely not just for decoration." "Oh——" the technical officer continued the voice, and after a long time of contemplation, he said: "I think, I already understand the purpose of your coming to see me, and this kind of thing has happened before. What do you want to send? Give me, for example, a little money, or a cloak, or second-rate jewelry. You ignorant people think that with these things, you can buy a technician!"

He puffed up his lips and continued: "I also know what you want to exchange, and other people have made the same wishful thinking before-I hope we can take you in, want to learn the secrets of nuclear energy and the technology of repairing nuclear power plants. What do you want? This idea is because you Sivina dogs are still being punished every day for your rebellion—maybe you are a Sivina at all, and you deliberately dressed up as a foreigner to protect yourself. You thought that as long as you can rely on the technical officer Guild, you can enjoy our privileges, we will protect you, can you escape the punishment you deserve?"

Marlowe was about to speak, but the technician suddenly shouted loudly: "Get out of here now, or I will report you to the tribunes of this city. Do you think I will live up to the trust? Before me The traitors of Sivenna might do it, they might! But you're dealing with a different type. Oh my God, I'm amazed at how I'm still so calm, I should be using it now strangle you to death with both hands." Marlowe chuckled inwardly, because what the technician said was obviously artificial in both tone and content.Therefore, the righteous indignation in his mouth became a monologue in Marlowe's ears.

Marlowe deliberately glanced at the technician's two limp hands, thinking that he was "almost" strangled to death by them, and couldn't help but feel very funny.Then he said to the technician: "Your Wise Your Excellency, you have misunderstood three things in total. First, I am not a loyal lackey sent by the Governor to test you; second, the gift I want to give you is very precious Neither does His Majesty, and he will never be able to get it: Third, the reward I ask for is very, very small, so insignificant that it hardly takes any effort from you." "That's what you said!" The technician's voice became full of sarcasm: "Okay, what rare treasures do you want to present to me? Not even the emperor." Then he couldn't help laughing desperately laugh.

Marlowe stood up and pushed the chair away: "I have waited three full days to see you, wise lord, but I only need three seconds to show you the wonderful use of this gift. I noticed that you Your hand has been placed near the nuclear cymbal, please pull it out." "what?" "Then excuse me and shoot at me." "what?" "If I am killed, you can tell the police that I tried to bribe you to sell the secrets of the guild. Not only will you be safe, but you will also get a big reward. However, if I am not dead, I will kill you I will give you the protective shield on my body."

Only then did the technical officer notice that the visitor was surrounded by a layer of dim white light, as if surrounded by a ball of pearl powder.So he raised the nuclear gun, aimed it at Marlow with suspicion, and squeezed the trigger suddenly. Under the instantaneous release of huge energy, the surrounding air molecules were immediately heated and burned, and then were torn into white-hot ions.The energy beam fired by the nuclear gun drew a blinding straight line, one end hit Marlowe's heart, and then burst out! Marlowe still stood there motionless.The energy beams blocked by the dim pearl-like light all rebounded and disappeared in mid-air.

The nuclear gun in the technician's hand suddenly fell to the ground, but he didn't realize it. Only then did Marlowe ask, "Does the emperor have such a personal force field shield? I can give it to you." The technician stammered, "Are you a technician too?" "I'm not." "So—then where did you get such a thing?" "Why do you care about this?" Marlowe's tone was no longer polite, and he said contemptuously, "Do you want it or not?" A thin chain with many circular bumps suddenly appeared on the desk.Marlowe said lightly, "That's the thing."

The technician grabbed the chain, stroked it suspiciously, and then asked Marlowe, "Is this a complete set?" "whole." "Where is the energy?" Marlowe pointed to the largest round bump on the chain, an unremarkable lead container. The technician raised his head and his face was flushed red: "Sir, I am a technician, a senior technician. I used to be at Trantor University and studied under the great Professor Buhler. I have been the director for twenty years. history. If you're going to use this kind of dirty trick to trick me into believing that there is a fucking nuclear generator in a container the size of a walnut, I'll send it to you in three seconds. You go to the tribune."

"If you don't believe me, try it out for yourself, I tell you it's a complete kit." The technician began to tie the chain around his waist, and his expression had gradually returned to normal.Then he pressed one of the protrusions according to Marlowe's instructions, and his whole body was immediately enveloped in an inconspicuous light.He picked up the nuclear gun, but hesitated to act, but slowly adjusted the intensity to an almost harmless level. Finally, he pressed the trigger with a trembling hand, and the flames from the nuclear gun sprayed onto his other hand, but he didn't feel it at all.

The technician immediately turned around: "If I shoot you now and take this shield as my own, what can you do?" "Try it!" Marlowe said with a smile, "Do you think the one I gave you is the only sample around me?" As he said that, there was another ray of light around him. The technician could only giggle guiltily, threw the nuclear gun in his hand on the desk, and said to Marlowe, "What is the reward you just said is so insignificant that it hardly takes my effort?" "I want to see your generator." "You clearly know that this is strictly prohibited. If people find out, both of us will be projected into space..." "I don't want to touch the machines, and I'm definitely not going to do any damage. I just want to see them—from a distance." "What if I don't agree?" "If you don't agree, you can still keep the protective cover. However, I have other things around me, for example, a special nuclear gun specially designed to shoot through that protective cover." "Hmm—" the technician's eyes flickered, "Come with me!"