OBS Chapter 2730 Star Core Rescue (6)
Chapter 2730 Star Core Rescue (6)
Chapter 2730 Star Core Rescue (XVI)
Natasha and Parker both stopped. They just stood there silently, staring at the black man. Their eyes were no longer anxious as before, but instead filled with a terrifying sense of inquiry.
The black man's expression changed and he felt like a bug nailed in a specimen frame.
But suddenly Natasha said as if nothing had happened: "You are right, this could indeed be a trap. We have to be careful. Parker, is there anything over there at the hatch that could be used as a trap?"
"If they didn't ambush someone there, I think the security gate might be a useful trap. Most of the gates on space stations cannot be locked from the inside, but they can be locked from the outside. If the mastermind lures us into a room and then locks it from the outside, it will be difficult for us to escape."
Natasha glanced at the toolbox that Parker never let go of and asked, "So are you sure you can open the door lock from the inside?"
"No." Parker shook his head and said, "The security level of the gates near the entrance and exit of the spacecraft is very high. This is to prevent intrusion. The control system is very sensitive and can be operated purely by software. Once we are locked up, it is almost impossible to react. I can't dismantle the lock from the inside. I also want to ask if you have any means of brute force cracking."
Natasha thought for a moment and said, "I've observed the material of the door before. It's not any alloy I know of. I've never seen it before. I'm afraid the metal solution prepared by SHIELD can't do anything about it."
"Then we really have to be careful." Parker said, "How about this, we stay in the corridor and resolutely do not enter any room. Even if we find Lyman, we just need to smash the water tank outside, and he should not die so quickly."
Natasha nodded, and the plan was happily decided. The three of them started their journey, heading towards the hatch, which was a bit far.
The three of them got three scooters, which are very common in the space station, and rushed over there while chatting. On the way, Natasha looked at the black scientist and said, "Don't blame me for being like a spy, but I still want to know what specific research direction you are engaged in..."
The black scientist touched his nose and said, "Physics."
"Which direction exactly?"
"Aerodynamics," the black scientist answered again.
"Which university did you graduate from?"
"Hey, pretty, don't you think you're asking too many questions?" He expressed disgust and said, "I'm not a criminal."
"Okay, forgive my professional instinct, because I'm a beauty." Natasha smiled at him and continued chatting, "My boss is also black, and he's old, like a conservative old man. Which community are you from?"
Natasha's typical agent-style questioning method makes it difficult for many people to react. One moment she seems to be chatting with you, using some lively words and witticisms, and the next second she asks a personal privacy question that seems to be related to the previous topic, but is actually completely unrelated. Many people's brains will freeze during this transition.
The black scientist didn’t seem to have received any professional training. He paused for a moment and then said, “From the Bronx…”
Before he finished speaking, Parker interrupted and said, "That's not far from my home. My home is in Queens, which is the so-called lower-middle-class area..."
Natasha laughed and said, "You Americans are really interesting. Not only do you want to divide people into the middle class, but you also want to divide them into the upper middle class and the lower middle class..."
Then they started talking about the differences between the United States and the Soviet Union, leaving the black scientist aside, which made him feel very uncomfortable, as if there was always something he couldn't vent.
It took the three of them some time to get to the hatch. This was the largest platform of the space station so far, divided into six areas, and could accommodate more than 2000 small spaceships at the same time. Due to the nature of the space station, large spaceships could not park here, but they had already planned to build a starport on the moon.
It was a bit troublesome to check so many rooms. Parker tried his best to lead the two people based on his own memories, while Natasha did not give up along the way and kept trying to interrogate the black scientist.
Ignoring Natasha's fighting power, her agent skills are also at a very high level. She can be said to be a perfect hexagonal warrior. As long as she wants, no one can escape the targeting of Black Widow.
This black scientist was not a skilled practitioner, and his true identity was exposed after just a few words. He turned visibly pale and was sweating.
Parker and Natasha quickly found the preparation room of the hatch of Area B, but there were at least twenty rooms in this corridor, and they needed to check each room one by one. They also followed the previous plan and did not enter the room rashly.
The black scientist's expression became increasingly grim.
Suddenly, they heard a cracking sound coming from a room in front of them. Natasha and Parker ran over without thinking. As soon as they rushed to the door of the room, they heard a scream. They pushed the door open and saw a huge glass water tank shattered on the ground. Lehman was lying on the glass fragments, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
Natasha and Parker stopped at the door with an emergency brake. Parker hesitated and said, "He doesn't look dead yet. I wonder if we should..."
Lehman was not dead, and when he saw someone coming, he could still shout with full energy: "Help, help me! That lunatic Oaks!!! He kidnapped me here, help me!! "
It seemed that Parker couldn't just stand by and watch him die, so he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and rushed forward. Natasha followed him after cursing him as a goody-goody, and the two of them rushed to Lehman's side.
Suddenly, the room began to darken and the safety gate began to fall at a very fast speed.
"No!!!" Parker yelled.
But after the gate was completely closed, the room became quiet. Except for Lehman's occasional cries of pain, there was no other sound.
With a snap, the flashlight lit up and shone on Parker's face. Natasha shook her head and said, "This is too easy to take the bait. There is no challenge at all."
The two men laughed under the light of the flashlight. Parker shook his head and said, "They are too inconsiderate. How come when I arrived at the space station, the first door I opened was filled with people I know?"
"It's hard to imagine that you are so alert, Mr. Parker." Natasha praised sincerely: "Like I said, the truth is hidden in the key details."
"Now let's speculate what is going on," Parker said.
"Shouldn't we save him first?" Natasha asked back, "I thought you were such a good person."
"I'm a good person, but I'm not indiscriminate. Besides, our discussion of the truth won't prevent you from stitching him up, right?"
"That's exactly what I meant." Natasha took out the glue and needle and thread for emergency suturing from the small equipment bag on her belt, and then said, "Tell me what you think first."
"These few people, I mean the people in the room we met before." Parker said, "They are all my acquaintances, but basically they are people I met in various ways after I got on the space station."
"I remember that there was a problem with the circuit in Sofia's office, but no other electrician had time to fix it, so I went there. Li happened to be there at that time, so I got to know both of them. Later, we met several times for some reasons, and gradually we became familiar with each other."
"More than 80% of the space station staff are scientific researchers, and these scientists happen to be team leaders of various departments. Building good relationships with them is also beneficial to the work of the power department. The work in the space station is repetitive and boring, and having a few friends to get together can also relieve stress. In this way, we are getting more and more familiar with each other."
"In that case, you doubt them just because they were waiting in the same room with you the moment you boarded the space station?" Natasha tilted her head and asked, "Perhaps they want to stay in the same room because they are familiar with each other?"
"It didn't start here," Parker said. "I know you don't understand a feeling because you may not have been bullied."
Natasha showed a puzzled look. She really didn't have such feelings. Whether in the Soviet Union or the United States, her appearance destined her to be the dazzling one in the group. Only others trembled at the name of the Black Widow, and she was lucky enough not to bully others.
Parker showed a nostalgic look and said: "I was not outstanding when I was in school. Of course, I am not so outstanding now. It's just that I was more mediocre at that time, especially when I was in middle school."
"When I first entered middle school, I met a good friend. His home was not far from mine, and we met on the way to school..."
Natasha didn't know why Parker suddenly brought up something unrelated, but she instinctively felt that there might be some truth hidden in it, so she didn't interrupt Parker, but listened to him quietly.
"Because we were the same age, had similar hobbies, and lived close to each other, we quickly became good friends. Then one day he took me to meet his friends... That's where the fairy tale story took a sharp turn."
"When I was not around, my good friend was the target of bullying. But with me, I became that poor little guy. He brought me over just to sacrifice me."
"But their bullying is not the kind where they corner you and beat you up. Instead, they pretend to get you to join their group and pretend that you are friends. But they establish a very strict class system in this group. They are always the king, and I am the charging pawn. They are the masters, and I am the slave."
"Their daily activities were to tease me, make fun of me, mock and ridicule me, but they also took me with them everywhere and made me look bad in various situations."
"There are obvious benefits to this," Parker said, holding out a hand. "Because there's no physical bullying, the teachers can't control them, and those who know about my situation will say that it's your own fault for following them."
"But in reality, they will give you a feeling that if you dare to leave the group without permission, the bullying will not just stay at the verbal level. Following behind them will at least make you look less lonely and pitiful. It's just some verbal ridicule and taunting, nothing unbearable."
Natasha frowned deeply, and Parker looked at her and said, "There is only one way for you to get rid of this kind of situation, and that is to find another scapegoat. A bullying group only needs one target of pranks, and with someone else you can get away with it."
"With other people you can become a bully." Natasha said, "Your best friend is also involved, right?"
"Of course, in fact, he is the most vicious one, because he has also been bullied before, and he wants to vent all his anger on me..."
"So what did you do in the end?"