Bionic Era

The dusk and dawn of the underground is very simple.

There is no setting sun, no morning glow.

When Lu Wen came outside the underground fortress, it was already dark.

"Xia Wen, my friend, we will start at dawn. Just as the RA left the villa and went to the Yaoling Mansion, he has been keeping a low profile. There is no bodyguard. We only need to deal with a driver..."

"Um."

It was a blow from a humanoid machine.

Very naive plan.

Lu Wen never had too much hope for the autonomous plan of the bionics, just like the bionics alliance back then, just after listening to the whole process, he knew that there was no hope of success.

There are too many loopholes in this plan.

If even a small organization of 100-person bionics could figure out the trajectory of RA's life, then RA would have been robbed countless times.

"Weapons, what weapons do you use?" Lu Wen asked.

"With our mighty fists!"

"..."

Lu Wen remained silent.

If you are careless, you shouldn't ask.

Earlier, he found that the organization only had some semi-automatic pistols and other firearms with few bullets. He thought that other thermal weapons were hidden.

It seems that the situation here is similar to that in Mowu City.

Bionics lack weapons, and it is difficult to form a complete combat power.

When encountering an experienced human group, there is only a beating.

"Haven't you thought about getting more weapons in the middle world or the mixed zone?" Lu Wen asked.

"Well, because our organization hasn't been established for too long..." Andre said hesitantly, "so...for now..."

"Understood."

lack of money.

In the mixed zone or the chaotic middle world, if you have the money, it should not be difficult to get a gun.

...

ground.

Mowu City.

The dusk here is quite complete, and today there are only a few drops of light rain scattered.

Lu Wen's brothers all died down, and they seemed to be waiting for the result of the referendum.

The street lights came on one by one.

Twilight fell.

Lu Wen walked casually on the street, with countless houses being knocked down on both sides, heavy machinery resting on the broken bricks and tiles, and the workers had all returned home from get off work.

A string of data was surging in his mind.

It should be no problem for the housekeeping bionics to stay.

Although it has been less than ten hours since the referendum, it is already possible to simply predict the future direction.

"Mr. Lu, is it almost over?"

A voice came from the side street.

Lu Wen withdrew from the state of thinking and turned his head to look.

That's a bum.

Dressed in rags, unshaven, thin, in his thirties, he sat on the old gray quilt and asked the question just now.

"End?" Lu Wen frowned slightly, "Is it a referendum?"

"No, all of this."

"What do you want to ask?"

Lu Wen walked over slowly.

He wasn't worried about what the vagabond could do.

【Flesh creature】

【No weapons】

【Malnutrition】

[may have internal disease]

【…】

The system judged that this was a weak human being.

Facial recognition is not automatically turned on, which is actually a bit of an invasion of privacy. Generally, facial recognition is only used for dead people.

Lu Wen sat on the side of the street.

In this way, the two can talk on an equal footing, rather than condescending.

The side of the street is full of dust left over from the demolition, as well as some finely crushed cement blocks.

"Mr. Lu, you are waiting for victory, aren't you?" the wanderer asked the question.

"You mean a referendum on bionic people?"

"Mr. Lu, do you know the history of this block?"

The wanderer asked another question.

The foreword does not match the afterword.

If it wasn't for his still calm expression, Lu Wen might feel that he has some kind of neurological abnormality.

"I know." Lu Wen replied normally.

"Yes, you can read those past reports and books anytime, anywhere, but those are just a few words, a few short lines of text, can describe the life of everyone in this block."

This is an ordinary evening in Mowu City.

The faint sun shines on the street.

Barely able to pull out some fuzzy shadows.

The wanderer suddenly began to tell some ordinary history.

Lu Wen didn't interrupt. He is now focusing on the referendum results and has nothing else to do. Chatting with the homeless is nothing.

"This neighborhood used to be a place where the poor lived. There was an old movie theater on the corner with cheap tickets. Behind it was an old square where children liked to skateboard and play ball..."

What he described was what it looked like sixty or seventy years ago.

In Lu Wen's database, there are indeed only a few lines of words.

"Later, this place was favored by developers, and the old low-rise bungalows were bulldozed, just like now...The children of those poor families suddenly found that there was no place to play for free, and they had to move to a new place. In a cramped place, these stories are never reported in the newspapers..."

It became the residence of the rich, the square was converted into a fitness center, and those old equipment were thrown into the garbage dump.

The new fitness center requires a fee to get in.

"Later, taller buildings were built in other places, so the rich moved out again, and this place gradually became a place where the poor gathered. For many years, until one day, someone else took a fancy to this location..."

The wanderer's storytelling ability is not very good, but his articulation is still clear.

He looked at Lu Wen.

"Mr. Lu, history never changes, right? It just repeats itself over and over again."

"Your ancestors lived here?"

"Yes, when I was young, they would tell me the stories here..."

The wanderer picked up a piece of gravel and squeezed it in the palm of his hand.

"Mr. Lu, many people are born with everything. They can enjoy the world's top food, travel to other cities, and change countless partners... In their spare time, they ask people to make up their inspirational stories, saying that they only sleep four hours a day. Five hours, and then go out and speak in public and say ... our poverty is due to laziness."

"Maybe some rich people are like this." Lu Wen was not completely sure.

"But even though I work twelve hours a day and only have one day off a month, those people still say that we are lazy and unmotivated, but I really feel tired."

The halo of dusk fades away.

The city ushered in a new night.

[antisocial personality disorder]

The system suddenly gave this prompt.

"Have you had a job before?" Lu Wen asked.

"Yes... not everyone is born a homeless person."

The Wanderer was calm throughout.

He said: "Mr. Lu, I have always envied my former boss. In his autobiography, he has traveled around the world and visited every city since he was eight years old, so he has set up great ambitions since then... he Self-made, his life story is rich and colorful, his speeches are contagious, and everyone will applaud him."

He threw the small stone in his hand and patted the dust off his palm.

During the years when the floating city was suspended, each city was almost isolated.

Being able to travel around the world at the age of eight is destined to be no ordinary family.

"But I... I haven't left the thirteenth district when I was eight years old, so I don't know what the outside world is like."

"The android took your job?"

Lu Wen suddenly understood why the man called him to stop.

Forgive such a big circle.

The core content is hidden very deep.

Does this person hope that he can stop manipulating the results of the referendum, let those bionics leave, and give the lower-level humans a job opportunity?

Human beings always like to go around when talking.

But the homeless answer was somewhat unexpected: "I'm not a bionic person. I gave up that job myself. After all, I can only buy a single room in this block for a lifetime of work, so I came to the street. I wandered for a long time. Listen to Had a lot of interesting conversations."

"A rich man walked by me, and his companion said that the city should deal with these homeless people and drive them out."

"But the rich man said that these homeless people are also human beings, but they are just poor and should not be deported. I was very moved at the time, but I didn't expect his next sentence to be... Without these poor people, their superiority cannot be reflected. "

"He said that their descendants can also look better because of the background of these poor descendants, but... After all, they can't be poor for three generations, right?"

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

There are a few scattered bionic figures on the street, who seem to be walking aimlessly.

In addition, there were a few young people in a hurry who had just got off work and were in a hurry to go home.

Even in times like these, there are still some companies that are still running.

"Mr. Lu, I often sit here and watch those people busy going to and from get off work. They are more like machines than machines. They spend their whole lives just for a flat, or a partner who doesn't love them..."

[antisocial personality disorder]

The system reminded me again.

Lu Wen knew what it meant.

The personality of this kind of people deviates from socialization, and not everyone has a tendency to violence. Some may just be calm, lack empathy, and even show depression. They also like to read "The Catcher in the Rye"...

"Mr. Lu, you are waiting for the victory of the android, aren't you?" the wanderer asked the question again.

"I will not manipulate the voting results." Lu Wen answered truthfully.

"Is it all over?"

"Soon."

"Is this the calm before the end?"

...

One night passed quickly.

The underground world ushered in the dawn.

five in the morning.

It was getting brighter.

The edge of the upper world, beneath the high walls, surrounded by silence.

A lonely villa.

The black car departs.

"As usual, there is only one car."

Andre and Lu Wen hid far away.

Their entire organization got here ahead of time by passing through the border wall with fake identities.

"Brother Xia Wen, did you see that old guy in the car? That must be RA."

"I didn't see the front face."

"It's true that you can't see the face in this place. This RA is very mysterious. Few people know what he looks like, but... we will find out when we catch him."

Around five thirty in the morning.

The big plan of this dawn begins.

When the black car passed a narrow road, many androids launched an ambush.

"Do it!"

"Be quick, don't let the opponent's mechanical troops react!"

"It's a long way from the Fanxing Building. It will take at least ten minutes for them to come here. That's enough!"

All the bionics started.

Either holding a gun, or running forward with bare hands.

The other party is just a car, a driver, and an old man.

It was a plan that seemed destined to succeed.

But Lu Wen felt that he would fail.

some kind of intuition.

So he persuaded.

I persuaded them more than once, and analyzed the situation for them all night, saying that they could not do it directly.

But the bionic man represented by Andre believes that caution will not accomplish anything, and there will be no future without adventure.

Even if this adventure means a lot of sacrifice.

really……

Just the moment the action begins.

The huge laser beam shot down from the sky, unstoppable, like the judgment of God.

A weapon never before seen in the surface world.

Lu Wen looked at the top of his head.

The huge sky supported by those steel machines, with steel beams criss-crossing, looks like a complex matrix drawn by an alchemist in the ancient century.

The dome of the whole world turned out to be a weapon.

This news was not mentioned in the information given by Singer before.

The bionic human being shot by the laser fell to the ground instantly, melted under the high energy, began to burn, and lost the ability to move.

"Why doesn't the ground world develop laser weapons?"

Lu Wen thought for a moment.

He suddenly thought of the smog in Mowu City...

Well, it doesn't make sense to develop it.

The actual combat effect is not great.

"Singer didn't use this thing when he intercepted me before. It's a matter of authority. He didn't know it at all?"

Perhaps this can explain why Fanxing's SA has been dormant for many years and still hasn't been emptied of power by his subordinates.

It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't, or dare not.

Just as Lu Wen was thinking.

The bionic organization has suffered heavy losses, more than a dozen compatriots have fallen, and they are still 30 meters away from the car.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several bullets hit the window, but only made a small crater.

bullet-proof glass.

Estimated to be the top.

"Damn it!"

Andre yelled in annoyance.

Their information is not precise enough and the information is not comprehensive.

No one expected the emergence of laser weapons.

The dozen or so humanoid mechanical compatriots still burning on the ground were the price.

And more and more compatriots are still falling.

retreat?

But it has already entered the range of 20 meters.

At this time, retreat will never be too reconciled.

"Is there a time limit for this weapon?"

Lu Wen was among the attacking team.

He doesn't care about the final result, and has been analyzing it.

"According to the frequency of lasers, this bionic organization can successfully approach that car after paying a small amount of damage. Yao Ling's leader only has this ability?"

Lu Wen's conjecture was correct.

After paying the price of nearly forty bionics falling down, they have already entered the range of ten meters.

However at this time.

The car in front suddenly changed.

Two heavy machine guns suddenly rose from the front and rear of the car, and black muzzles protruded from other places.

Fully armed.

"Is this a car? Or a tank without a muzzle or tracks?"

A cold killing intent immediately filled the air.

All the bionics stopped in their tracks, with fear on their faces.

ten meters.

This is a natural moat.

If those muzzles started to spew flames, they couldn't move a step forward.

"All humanoid machines that are still alive, put down the weapons in your hands."

The door opens.

It was the driver who spoke.

A middle-aged man with strong muscles, a black suit was stretched tightly, and his face was flat.

He didn't take any weapon and just got out of the car.

Facing the bionics calmly.

Ten meters away.

All the androids are at the end.

A lucky bionic man slowly raised his arm, trying to kill the middle-aged driver.

His movements are stealthy.

But there was only a "swoosh".

A bullet fired from a muzzle on the car, hitting the bionic man between the eyebrows.

The chip was destroyed, the corpse fell to the ground, and blue blood flowed.

So all the androids are honest.

Lu Wen can probably guess the mentality of these bionics.

【Rush forward and you will definitely die】

【Listen to this driver, there is a chance of life】

[The third principle...]

The life-saving principle in the body is working.

Androids are ultimately programmed to some degree.

The driver looked around and saw that everyone was honest, so he walked slowly to the right side of the car.

"Crack——"

He respectfully opened the door.

It was an old man in a suit and leather shoes.

He got out of the car with a smile on his face. He was tall, with a straight back, a well-fitting suit, and his silver hair was combed back neatly.

The spirit is very good, and the smile makes people feel kind.

There is no sense of twilight like ordinary old people.

It's even a little surprising at first glance.

He must have been quite handsome when he was young, so even when he is old, he still has a special temperament and charm that makes him look particularly outstanding, which makes people unconsciously praise him from the bottom of his heart.

"very familiar……"

Lu Wen looked at that face.

Based on his current face, he deduced what he would look like when he was old for a while.

...

Good night, fellow readers!