Chapter 1332 (1/2)

Frey's judgment is right. This is indeed the place where the Scrooges keep and read the prisoner's memory. It looks like a gloomy warehouse with many luminous fish tanks in it.

In addition to Colson, there are many people in the tall transparent round cabinet, wearing ventilator, like goldfish spitting bubbles.

Because the amount of hair is very rare, according to the density of the water grass, Frey saw Colson at a glance and walked quickly.

But when he came to the console next to the jar, watching Colson's head covered with electronic patches and looking at the console that had no text, Frey didn't know for a moment which key to press.

”May, which button?”

The smaller buttons are excluded by Frey, because according to custom, the larger button should be to release or inactivate the two keys, and now you only need to choose one from the other.

Of course, Mei also saw this problem. It was just like dismantling bombs. Did you choose one of the red and green lines in the end?

Pick the right one. Colson's saved. Pick the wrong guy. Bye. That's it.

”What's your lucky color, sir?” She licked her lips and asked, somewhat tangled.

Frey glanced at her: ”black.”

The steed looked down. Well, not to mention that there were no black buttons on the console. There was no black thing in the whole house except for Frey. The Scrooges like dark purple and dark green. Even in weak light, these colors are different from black.

There was no choice. She couldn't throw the pot back. Melinda gritted her teeth: ”I choose red, sir. For us Chinese, red is a festive color.”

”I think so.” With that, Frey's black hand swept over the red button and pressed the green next to it: ”but now I'm sure aliens don't think the same as we do.”

Once again, Frey was right. The huge glass cylinder began to drain, and the pipes began to irritate Coles. His eyes suddenly opened.

Seeing Frey's black face, Colson showed a happy smile. He knew that Frey had come back to save himself, which was the intuition of an excellent agent.

Melinda breathed a sigh of relief: ”since we are not sure what button, why don't we try other people first?”

With that, she also pointed to a row of glass jars beside her, with people soaking in them.

”Because I don't want to save people, I don't want to take them with me,” he said

Melinda was tongue tied. She thought about a lot of answers, but she didn't think it was because Frey didn't intend to save others. Even if there were 30 buttons on the console, he was not willing to gamble on the chance of letting others out.

At the end of the drainage process, Colson was spitting out by the machine. He was wet on the ground, coughing, and reaching for the wire patches on his head.

I don't know whether it's the quality of glue or the fragile roots of his hair. After pulling the patch, Colson's hairline moved further back.

Frey pointed the gun at Colson: ”what's the most precious gift you've ever received? Answer. ”

”You gave me the Captain America card change, sir.” Colson is not nervous, he knows it's just a necessary procedure.

”What's your girlfriend's name?” Frey asked again.

”Sir, I don't have a girlfriend.” Colson answered, with a trace of embarrassment on his face: ”which of the thirty-six colors do you like?”

”I don't like either. I'm not blind.”

After both sides have verified their identities, Frey hands the energy gun to his right hand, pulls Colson with his left hand, and takes out a spare pistol from his fur coat.

”Welcome back, agent Colson.”

”Thank you, sir.”

Colson nodded with a smile, took the pistol and, by the way, touched his pocket to make sure the card was still on his chest.