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In the end, the result was similar to the situation on Dix's side, they were all Hesty cult believers with chips implanted in their brains, and they had high explosives buried in their bodies, trying to make a big incident.

When they lose control of their bodies, they immediately try to detonate the explosives in their bodies, but the nanoworms are injected from the waist.

It immediately entered their abdomen and dismantled all the explosives. After discovering that they couldn't self-detonate, they began to activate the self-destruct program in the chip and burned their ~ brains.

Although the nanoworms can control them, but the chips are mechanical, their technology is much stronger than the nanoworms of the human race, they want to self-destruct, and the nanoworms can't stop them at all, so there is still no important information-.

Faced with this situation, Bourville smacked his lips: "It's all followers of the Hesty Sect, which is too obvious. Catherine, do you say it's a decoy bomb? Or do they don't want to hide it anymore?"

"I guess there are both, and that group of moths is estimated to have reached a cooperative relationship with the people under Heming's control for the sake of profit, and then they don't inject chips themselves, and let their subordinates do it. Doesn't that always do that kind of garbage?"

"Well, that's right. It's done on their side, it's time for me to leave, and it's time for you to move. Bourville reminded.

"I have my own measure, you just follow it. "

"Okay, then you should pay more attention to yourself. "

Sitting on the bed in the newly opened room, Catherine yawned boredly, turned on the projector, found a show she was more interested in, and watched it.

As a result, instead of refreshing, the more I looked, the more sleepy I became.

The doorbell rang, Catherine rubbed her head and got up from the bed, walked slowly to the door, and opened the door after seeing through the monitor that it was Bourville. Catherine yawned lazily as she greeted the well-dressed Bourville, "Hey, are you here for business?"

"It's nothing, I just want to come over and ask you, tonight's reception banquet, are we going to go in together? or go in one by one? If it's a partner going in, we have to match the clothes. "

Catherine frowned slightly and scratched her head: "Well, how can you get in? partner, it's more convenient." Is that what you're wearing?" asked Catherine, pointing to the crisp evening gown that Bourville was now wearing.

"If there are no other accidents, this is this set, and if you want to change it, it is also this style. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Okay, then I know, at half-past six, you can come to me. Catherine slammed the door shut, and had no intention of inviting Bourville in to sit down. Bourville was accustomed to this, and turned and left.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was half past six, and Bourville was punctually at Catherine's door, and before Bourville could knock on the door, the door was drawn from within. Catherine wore a dark purple gown, her long blonde hair was simply tied back of her head, and her face was painted with light makeup.

But is this really light makeup? Catherine underwent a makeover comparable to a face-swap, making herself completely into a different face, and there was nothing unnatural about it.

However, what caught Bourvey's eye the most was Catherine's chest: "Did you add something?"

Catherine straightened her chest: "What's the matter? Haven't you seen me in a low-cut dress? "

Bourvell shook his head with a fist on his chin with his right hand: "No, absolutely not, I've seen you wear other clothes, you definitely add something, you used to have only a bear, and now it's almost D." "。