Wu Chen answered the call, and the major's holographic image immediately appeared on the front window of AE86. The internal imaging of the helmet is different from when I was driving NM4 before. This time, Major stood next to the motorcycle and deliberately recorded a full-body image.
"Wu Chen."
"Mira."
"Are you driving?" Zhi Nao only captured the cockpit of the AE86, and neither the co-cockpit nor the passenger compartment was recorded.
"Yes, I just sat in." Wu Chen nodded lightly: "It hasn't started yet."
"Do you have time to come?" Major invited softly.
"It may have to wait." Wu Chen smiled with warmth: "I have some difficult things that must be completed."
"Okay, I understand." Major asked again, "How long will it take?"
"About three months." Wu Chen calculated in his mind. Not letting the young master wait too long, but also leaving enough margin for himself. Of course, if you can't survive the cleaning day, it doesn't matter if you don't break your promise.
"The cells are all very good." The Major subconsciously touched his lower abdomen: "Doctor, you can rest assured."
"Okay." Wu Chen asked again: "You... still have it?"
"Yes." The Major nodded lightly: "The doctor said it is best to complete the collection and hand it over again. So I have temporarily stored it before."
"Is this the doctor's request?" Wu Chen needed to confirm.
"Yes." Major will not lie.
"Okay." The doctor's request must be justified.
"Take care." Major waved to the camera.
"Take care." Wu Chen ended the call.
The moment the window dimmed, Lin Baiyu's image was reflected.
"What's wrong?" Wu Chen asked with a smile as their eyes met.
Lin Baiyu's beautiful eyes moved: "This Major is a very special existence in the master's heart."
"Yes." Wu Chen did not deny it.
"Will you become a member of the base?" Lin Baiyu seemed to feel an inexplicable crisis.
"It's difficult, but I'm trying." Wu Chen spoke from his heart. After all, the Major is a five-frame character. Five more intakes are required after the cover shot. And every time, special abilities must be displayed to facilitate the guardian's memory. Zhinao told Wu Chen that because the cover photo showed the major driving the NM4, there was no need for a second intake of "driving skills". Even so, Wu Chen still has a long way to go and needs to work hard.
"Master, come on." Lin Bai's jade eyes shone brightly, as if he had some realization.
Newport City, Circular Stadium, Underground Prosthetic Clinic.
The Major drove the NM4 quietly and quietly out of the ground.
The complex body that should have been sleeping soundly on the high platform in the middle of the stadium was now staring at the exit of the skyscraper with countless prosthetic eyes wide open.
The Shao Zuo's light and shadow flashed, and the complex body's eyes widened in anger.
The outline of the invisible driver NM4 appears in the prosthetic eyes frame by frame. Until it was completely separated from the background environment, the traces of the major were successfully captured.
"Ah - the breath of life." Countless superimposed electronic sounds converged into a terrifying sound wave that wreaked havoc on the ring stadium.
The major was alert: "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" The complex blinked countless prosthetic eyes without any hesitation: "I am the mistress of this city."
"When did prosthetic bodies have genders?" the major raised his eyebrows disdainfully.
"That's right, that's right." The huge body of the complex's molecular structure bloomed on all sides like a flash in the pan, revealing a twisted giant face composed of mutually coiled mutant nerve bundles: "Speaking of it, it's like a full-body prosthetic major. There is no gender. It wasn’t until Shao Zuoyi’s body was filled with human seeds, exuding the unparalleled breath of life, that she became a complete woman. This is also what I want.”
"You want the last human reproductive cells." The major's expression was solemn.
"Yes..." Before he could finish his words, the line of fire started.
The NM4 left and right Gauss machine guns blasted the giant face into pieces. Countless prosthetic eyes rushed to cover it like a tide, drowning the huge torn face without caring about their own lives.
Fire erupted and the prosthetic eye exploded.
Sparks flew all the way. NM4 penetrated the complex head-on and drove away with the major.
Fire and rain burst out, and fragments flew away. The broken half of the giant face fell heavily to the ground along with fragments all over the sky.
"Giggle..."
NM4 flies past the streets full of complex belts. The prosthetic eyes that were out and about along the way were like frightened hermit crabs, hurriedly hiding in their eye sockets.
The electronic sound of the giant face chased the fast-moving Major, and floated in my ears: "Major, do you know why the mutant prosthetic eyes all over the street are always hidden in the eye sockets of the original owners?"
"It must not be nostalgia." The Major speeded up again.
"My name is 'Belong'." The giant face used the "prosthetic throat" on the complex belt to make a rapidly jumping electronic sound: "Although the AI programs have been mutated, their data cores still retain the original functions given by humans. "
"What have humans given us?" After crushing the mutant corpses falling from the skyscrapers on both sides, the Major turned back to the street and rushed to Survivor Camp No. 11.
Before the signal transmission was blocked by the giant concrete lead wall towering at the intersection of Camp No. 11, the giant face left a final message: "Become a 'righteous man'."
NM4 parked at the entrance, and the camp guards hurriedly opened the door to greet them.
"Major."
"Yes." Major raised his hand to indicate.
Behind the skyscrapers, there are densely packed slums that grow wildly. The interior has long been made of lead walls and concrete, cast into a solid body. The dark streets are dotted with bunkers and densely packed sentry posts. It became a barrier to defend against mutant prosthetics, leaving only a sliver of sky above the head. All survivors are hiding in underground bunkers. All integrated circuits and smart chips were destroyed. Only the most primitive machinery is used to maintain daily life. There are no complex circuits and no human-computer interaction. Indispensable machinery is also forced to be manually operated. Even if there are survivors carrying prosthetic organs, they will wear special "protective lead clothing" when entering the camp to block the signal. Prevent mutant prosthetics and remote invasion. Resulting in loss of humanity and becoming a walking zombie. to be surgically removed later.
It is similar to the underground level where the prosthetic clinic is located. In Camp 11, the underground level has also been transformed into a warm community. A simple house made of reinforced concrete, with all electronic equipment removed in advance. Cables and street lights extending in all directions light up the camp one after another, leaving no blind spots. The survivors set up trading tent stalls in front of their homes to barter and sell daily necessities. The monetary system has long since collapsed, and high-tech products are even more evasive. Life returns to its post-apocalyptic simplicity. The only difference is that there is no sunrise to work, and no sunrise to breathe. Because neither the sun nor the moon can be seen.
The core building, the underground fortress, is the base camp of the resistance forces. It is also the destination of the Major's trip.
"Major." The leaders of the resistance army came out to greet him.
"Good day everyone." The major stopped the motorcycle and entered the fortress with the leader of the resistance army.
"How's the progress?" Major asked first.
"It has been poured into District 36." The leader of the resistance army pointed at the blueprint: "It is only three streets away from the headquarters of Hanhua Machinery."
"Okay." The Major nodded lightly: "The Hanhua Machinery is the source of the mutation of the prosthetic body. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the 'source of all evil'. Only by destroying the source can we end this never-ending war between man and machine."
"Understood." The leader of the resistance army obtained another blueprint: "The reconnaissance team discovered a new mutant nest. The virus is raging around it and our people cannot get close."
"I'll go." Major's prosthetic body was immune.
"Okay." The leader of the resistance army got the high explosives: "Major, please be careful."
"Yes." The major took the explosives and headed to the safe house on his own.
Each survivor camp has a safe house exclusive to the major. The thick screened door is similar to a bank vault and needs to be opened manually.
Before going to sleep, the major checked the cell count again: 276932580.
5 apoptotic.
Compared with the huge base of hundreds of millions, the loss of five cells is insignificant. Even so, the Major felt uneasy. All qualitative changes come from quantitative accumulation. If it is determined that apoptosis is accelerating, the only feasible solution is a secondary acquisition.
Before going to bed, the Major thought this.
