At ten past three in the morning, an uninterrupted wind snail alarm sounded over the 151 base. The sound of "Woo——" lasted for six minutes. Phytolacca sat on the lawn outside the vertical transfer gate of the 110 workshop cavern and raised his head. When I looked up, cheers erupted from the garage behind me and everywhere there were people.
This is the all-clear signal.
Humanity wins.
But the triumphant red lotus was not the posture of a victor. Phytolacca was shocked to witness the price that humans had to pay for survival in this desperate war. He watched it fall on the ground from a distance, with its incomplete body. The incomplete body crawled hard in the dark night. It had no head and no legs. The only remaining hand was tightly holding another broken arm. It could hardly be seen as a human figure.
Is that still Honglian?
Where are its graceful crimson armor, slender body and clever brain?
Phytolacca and Baishu turned around and ran to the workshop.
The workers slowly raised the damaged body of Honglian. From a close look, one can imagine the fierceness and danger of the battle. The Lighthouse Angel cut off almost all of Honglian's limbs, just like what Lu Pheasant did to Madam Qi. , but what is incredible is that Shen Jiang still won. She used her last remaining arm to kill No. 092 Lighthouse Angel.
Hong Lian's last hand held the severed right arm tightly, as if holding a long whip. Phytogluca noticed that the end of the whip was cut in half, which was the weapon compartment for the severed arm. There was a mark on the weapon compartment. There were two incisions, one shallow and one deep. The deep cut cut through the bones of the arm, cables, the weapon system magazine shell, and the deepest black cylinder. Phytolacca looked carefully and could not see the inner structure clearly. .
The pilot's boarding bridge was connected, and Phytolacca and Baishu were the first to arrive as they were close to each other.
After the hatch was opened, Shen Jiang leaned there alone, holding his helmet, as pale and thin as a piece of paper, wet paper.
The girl stepped on the covered bridge, then leaned forward.
Bai Shu rushed forward to meet her, and Shen Jiangruan fell into Bai Shu's arms. Her eyes swept from the latter's face in confusion, then to Shanglu's face, and finally stopped at the white safety helmet. His eyes brightened slightly.
"Supervisor, remember to tell Mr. Ji." Shen Jiang said hoarsely, "I brought back 70% of Honglian for him."
While he was talking, bright red nosebleeds started to flow out. Shen Jiang didn't have the strength to raise his hands to wipe them, and let them flow to the corner of his mouth, then to his chin and finally into his neck.
"Medical team——!" Bai Shu turned around and shouted.
"Headache, sleepy." Shen Jiang muttered at last, then tilted his head and fell asleep in Bai Shu's arms.
Phytolacca stood on the edge and was about to squat down to take a closer look when a strong hand stretched out from behind and pulled him aside, "Get out of the way -!"
The medical team hurriedly pushed over with a stretcher cart, and Phytolacca had to give way. The doctors and nurses took the sleeping female driver from Bai Shu's arms and helped her to the bed.
Shen Jiang was quickly checked for blood pressure, intravenously injected, and the sling bottle was set up. The medical team left the workshop surrounded by the stretcher bed. Shanglu and Bai Shu watched as their figures disappeared into the elevator.
"It's really hard." Bai Shu said, "Does every driver have this hard work?"
"It's all so hard." Shanglu nodded, "The BCI system puts too much pressure on their nervous system. Driving a giant machine is a kind of torture. This kind of torture may be second only to learning general photography."
"Look, there's blood on my hands." Bai Shu stretched out his hand and his fingers were covered with blood. "It's really scary."
"The early BCI system was even more terrifying. If there was a problem with the nerve connection at that time, not only blood would flow out. Honglian used the most gentle method." Phytoglutide turned around, raised his head, and clasped his hands. Frowning, "It's so badly damaged, can it still be repaired?"
"Yes." Bai Shu said, "As long as the three cores are not fatally damaged, the other parts can be replaced directly... But it's hard for me to imagine how she could win with only one arm left and beaten like this. of?"
"She grabbed her severed hand." Phytolacca said, "So she had an eighty-meter-long arm, and then used this arm to hit Lighthouse Angel No. 092."
"But both of her legs were severed." Baishu said, "Look at this cut, Honglian should have fallen down..."
"Then kill the Lighthouse Angel before she falls." Phytolacca said, "She may have 0.5 seconds, or 0.3 seconds, or even 0.1 seconds."
"You are indeed very powerful!" Bai Shu said.
Shangluca was stunned.
"You should say Shen Jiang is very powerful."
"Of course she is very powerful." Bai Shu came closer, as if trying to see something from Phytolacca's face, "But you are also very powerful."
"I said that the BCI system is my old profession. This is nothing. There are a lot of scientists at my level in the Science City." Shanglu shrugged, "Baishu, let me ask you a question. You said that on the battlefield against the angels, if the person fighting was the pilot—that is, Shen Jiang’s true form—if she had an arm cut off by the lighthouse angel, would she grab her severed arm and use it as a weapon to continue fighting?"
Bai Shu said "Huh?"
She thought about the scene described by Phytolacca, and found it ridiculous, bloody and cruel.
"Yes." Bai Shu nodded in the end.
"Really decisive." Shanglu glanced at her, "Both you and she are so decisive."
Bai Shu didn't understand what he was talking about.
But Phytolacca had already staggered back, sighing as he walked:
"You decisive people remind me all the time what a cruel world this is. I just want to lie down and watch the fireworks. Why do you perform these horror movie-like scenes in front of me? Why do you want to behead a beautiful sister? Where’s her arm? She’s so pretty, damn it, being reincarnated as a person with a brain and living in this shitty era is probably the most unlucky thing that’s happened to me in my life.”
"Phytolacca!"
"Don't follow me. The alarm is over. You should go back and rest. I'm going back to the dormitory." Shanglu shook his head, "That old man Ji is so stupid."
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Phytolacca did not return to the dormitory, he just returned to the office.
He sat on the old neural connection system again, put on his helmet, and stared coldly at the phone on the table.
After a long silence, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
Shang Lu answered the phone and it was Chen Yu's voice.
"Little Chief Engineer? Little Chief Engineer, where are you? Are you okay?"
"We've already reached Naihe Bridge." Shanglu replied, "A bowl of Mengpo soup costs three yuan, no need to swipe your card."
Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Show it."
"Um?"
"King Yama is interrogating me and asking me if I have any unfinished regrets in this life. How should I answer?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment and then he replied:
"Just say save the world, little chief engineer."
"Okay, the King of Hell said that my mind was not normal, and the underworld refused to accept me, so he asked me to go back to the place where lunatics should go." Shanglu said, "So I'm back, and I will continue to save the world."
"Little chief engineer."
"Um?"
"you can."
After ending the call, Phytolacca took off the broken helmet on his head, reached out to press the phone on the table in the darkness, and took a deep breath.
He dialed in the empty office. This was a number that did not exist in the directory of 151. After a few seconds, he was connected to the headquarters station.
"I am Phytolacca, identity code GAASBCIG0007, confirmation of authorization, the highest level... Please help me contact the 314 Working Committee Office of the Chengdu Science City Chengdu Institute."
