Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

Although this stuff is a bit arrogant.

But William has to say that it is fortunate that Dixon came to Africa, where the Internet and communications are very backward, because of an accident with his wife and daughter.

If any tendon in this perverted brain happens to be right, he can directly use English to hint.

At that time, the earth had to play.

"Catherine, go talk to your Spartan first."

"Oh."

William sent the 'beautiful' Halsey and led Hank and other Alphas around Dixon.

He took off his suit and handed it to Alpha, pulled his shirt out of his trousers, and squatted in front of Dixon with a smile:

"Hello, Mr. Power."

"Um!"

"Haha." William ignored the other party's mumble and continued:

"From now on, you can only answer my question by nodding or shaking your head.

Of course, you can also choose to ignore or lie, but the end... (looking at Hank). "

Hank nodded silently, put his right hand into the holster in his suit, and took out the pistol and aimed it at Dixon's crotch.

"Mmm! Mmm!" Dixon shook his head violently, his bloodshot eyes widening.

That's a baby, I would rather die without that!

"Click-" the sound effect of the firing pin emptying.

No bullets.

"Um..." However, Dixon had peeed.

"Sorry boss, forgot the magazine."

As Hank spoke with a blank face, he reloaded the pistol with a full magazine and prepared to aim and shoot again.

"Okay, I haven't said the problem yet." William raised his hand in time to stop Hank's movements.

"Yes, boss." Hank also cooperated and retracted the pistol.

"Haha." William remained the same, maintaining a smile and said:

"Mr Ball, the first question is simple.

Did you discover your talent for manipulating human behavior with language only in the last six months? "

Dilson, who was so frightened that he almost lost his mind, dared to exercise vigorously or resisted?

Immediately, he nodded absent-mindedly.

"Well, second question, is the effect of psychological suggestion permanent?"

Dixon shook his head without thinking.

"very good."

William stood up slowly and looked down at Dilson, who was about to cry without tears, frowning slightly.

As for how to contain...

With this lecher's language control ability, the Keter level is definitely achieved, and even a little carelessness, Exafanistei is possible.

Direct containment?

Downgrade to Safe?

Um.

After coming to a conclusion in his mind, William whispered to Hank beside him:

"Hank, use your Alpha method to completely blind, mute, and deaf Mr. Power, and chop off his hands and feet.

Let him be unable to express himself for the rest of his life, wait..."

Downgrade to Safe.

Just kill it.

William almost fell into a blind spot.

Although Umbrella's job is to contain, its essence is to ensure the normal order of the world.

No matter what precautions are taken, Dixon will still have a very low chance of a containment breach.

If you die, will the chances be gone?

"Hank, kill him, the result I want is the one that makes him disappear completely.

Can it be done? "

"No problem, boss." This was too simple for Hank.

"Hmm? Hmmm! Hmm!!"

Dixon, who had gradually relaxed, began to struggle frantically after hearing the conversation between the two, twisting his urine-stained body to get away.

Hank, who received the order, showed no mercy. He instructed several Alphas to wear disposable gloves, carried Dixon, and left the hangar.

"Well--!"

"Clap! Clap!"

Looking at William outside the hangar, there was no turbulence in his heart.

Cruel?

not at all.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

.

Clearing up his facial expressions, William walked towards Halsey with the remaining Alpha.

He came to the Spartans with a satisfied smile, and his eyes would stay on every child for a long time.

Finally, he exclaimed: "My children, your performance is impeccable.

All I can say is, congratulations on becoming a true warrior.

As for my boss, I never like to come to those fake ones!

Say! What reward do you all want? "

?

The Spartans were expecting William to say some chicken soup for the soul, encouragement to keep it up or something

But I didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly.

"boss!"

Myron raised his hand first and said loudly, "I want one set... no! Ten sets of Playboy magazines!"

With this fool to start, Carl slowly raised his hand and said, "Boss, I want an oversized plush rabbit."

"Boss! I want us to go on a seven-day tour of Egypt!"

"Boss! I..."

"Hehe, come one by one."

Suddenly being surrounded by a group of tall and strong Spartans made William a little powerless.

However, he also enjoyed it.

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hours later.

Inside a corridor of a giant building on Minos Island;

William was walking side by side with Halsey, on the way to her personal living room.

"Catherine."

William said with a heavy face: "In that containment operation in Greece, I saw those mythical monsters with my own eyes, which made me wonder...

Does God really exist in this world? "

"god?"

Halsey, who was originally happy to be alone with William, became serious after hearing the word "God", turned his head to look at the other party, and said softly:

"God, I don't know, but...

Boss, have you heard of Burr Hess Frederick Skinner? "

"Skinner?" William always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was, so he shook his head.

Halsey explained to her boss who continued:

"Skinner was the founder of the New Behaviorist Psychology, and at the same time he did the terrifying 'Skinner Box' experiment.

In 1934, in his laboratory at Harvard University, he selected eight pigeons for experiments.

The pigeons were starved for several days and extremely thirsty for food, and then the eight pigeons were packed into eight boxes.

There is an automatic feeding device in the box, which automatically feeds a food every fifteen seconds.

No matter what the pigeon in the crate does, it will get the food after fifteen seconds.

Every day after that, the pigeons will stay in the box for a few minutes.

After several days of observation and analysis, it was found that the pigeons had some strange behaviors in the fifteen-second interval of putting food.

Such as counterclockwise rotation, swinging the body, stretching the neck and so on.

Like these specific behaviors that can bring them food.

A 'God' was born in the box.

The pigeons are using their 'sacrifice' to ask the 'god' for food.

But in fact, that god is Skinner.

But in the pigeon dimension, they only know that there is food every fifteen seconds.

And they are afraid that food will disappear, so they use various behaviors to please the "God".

boss.

Think about it again, why did the ancients make sacrifices? "