"The Biobank of the Nord Resettlement Area reminds you to be courteous to pedestrians and travel safely. Pay attention to the paid donation channel of native organs, cherish life and spread love. Just pass the Mandala certification and sign the donation contract in three seconds. While racing, we will help you Leave a sense of warmth and hope to your family and friends..."
With pop-up advertisements occasionally flashing on the front windshield, Jiang Zhou drove the car at high speed on the three-dimensional elevated road.
The speedometer on the dashboard no longer displayed numbers, but now its hands pointed at a flashing red skull.
Feeling the sound whizzing past his ears, for some reason, Jiang Zhou suddenly had the urge to sing loudly.
Once again, he avoided an oncoming dump truck at the nick of time, and the surge of adrenaline made him laugh wildly.
"Old Snake, you're going to go bankrupt now, hahahahaha!"
He said this to the old snake sitting in the passenger seat.
Along the way, he didn't bother to count how many tickets the resettlement area traffic bureau had issued. However, in the "die without regrets" driving mode, the traffic management bureau will only issue a warning to nearby vehicles that "the madman is seeking death here" to remind them to avoid the road.
The Traffic Management Bureau will not dispatch the police until the speed of the vehicle drops to a certain level, or the vehicle dies somewhere. This is also a regulation formed to prevent car chases between police and criminals from becoming a common sight in the city, and to accommodate the functions of the district government. It’s more about making arrangements for the aftermath.
"Can I get out of the fucking car?!"
The pale-faced old snake shouted in horror.
"The explosives in your head will explode automatically if you are fifty meters away from me. Please get off if you want."
Jiang Zhou replied happily.
"Liao Qi, I'm CNM! Ah!!!"
Ignoring the other party's madness, Jiang Zhou's eyes followed the navigation light strip in mid-air, which was used to plan the flight path of the speeding car in the city. The on-board computer showed that the previously installed tracking signal source was not far from the light strip on his head - he had killed the opponent.
The theoretical speed of a flying car, even the shabbiest flying car, is much greater than that of even the best ground vehicle. However, in urban areas, due to traffic control, speeding cars are more of a symbol of status, and the speed they can usually run is less than 10% of the theoretical maximum speed.
In fact, customers who buy flying cars also enjoy the sense of nobility of driving a flying car and landing gracefully in social situations.
Therefore, if the speed is increased to close to the limit of self-destruction from the beginning, then a traditional vehicle crawling on the ground can also catch up with the idling speeding car.
For no apparent reason, Jiang Zhou suddenly thought of the Icarus Liberation Front, which was crushed like a bug, and the super-corporation that towered over them like gods.
Self-destruction and idleness, ants and gods.
He thought it was a wonderful metaphor.
"Turn ahead!"
At this time, the old snake pointed forward and shouted in horror.
"I've seen it before, no need to remind me!"
Jiang Zhou laughed and turned the steering wheel hard. The vehicle almost turned sharply against the track, and the universal tires left a string of sparks on the road.
As a result, the Traffic Management Bureau issued another ticket for "road damage".
"Where the hell did you learn driving skills from?"
"Learned it from my dad in Hawaii, hahahaha."
Saying something that no one in this era would remember, Jiang Zhou suddenly turned the steering wheel back to the straight position, and then slightly released the accelerator.
The signal received by the on-board computer showed that the speed of the speeding car had gradually slowed down.
It looks like it's coming soon.
…………
The guests Shenlan met came alone, without bodyguards.
Of course no bodyguards are needed.
Deep Blue thought.
A depth 3 adjuster is itself a very destructive human weapon.
The White-Black siblings held monomolecular samurai swords in their arms, standing one on the left and one on the right behind Shen Lan. Their enhanced reflexes allowed them to cut off the wings of a fly in mid-air within one-twentieth of a second. .
The reception room is equipped with the same security system as the government building in the resettlement area. They can continuously monitor the physiological indicators of visitors. Once they detect even the slightest attack intention from a visitor, they will beat the visitor into a hornet's nest in a heartbeat.
However, even such security measures cannot bring even a hint of security to Deep Blue.
After all, these things are just technologies developed by humans.
The man in front of him is equipped with miracles left over from super artificial intelligence during the "Big Impact" era. If those technologies were carefully analyzed, it would be enough to rewrite all physics textbooks around the world starting from the first chapter.
Even if a monkey polishes its sticks and stones to perfection, it will still be no match for modern firearms.
Therefore, even for the owner of the "Dark Blue Zone Bar", a depth 3 adjuster is a customer she must treat with caution.
"Mr. Booker Erwin, head of the intelligence department of the Icarus Liberation Front..."
Seeing the other party walking in, Shen Lan stood up to greet him.
"It's the commander-in-chief."
The man corrected:
"Your intelligence should not make such mistakes. Since Coret died in the battle of Theseus' warehouse, Icarus is now in my care."
The man said and sat down opposite Shen Lan very casually.
Generally speaking, due to the transformation of the prosthetic body, adjusted people will appear to be somewhat burlier than normal people - the more severe the degree, the more so. However, the depth 3 adjuster in front of me is no different from a normal person in terms of appearance, and even looks slimmer and longer.
"I'm afraid that for you, Icarus' status as Commander-in-Chief is now just a drag."
Shen Lan tactfully expressed that Icarus has now become a street rat at the bottom of the resettlement area.
Booker sneered, seeing through the other party's temptation at a glance.
"If I didn't have this identity, how would you be willing to negotiate terms with me?"
"Mr. Booker, please don't underestimate your influence as a depth 3 adjuster."
"Come on, come on, tell me clearly, what do those old guys on the tenth floor want?"
Booker waved his hands impatiently.
The tenth floor of the resettlement area is the office floor of the Provisional Government. In the Nord settlement, people often use the term "tenth floor" to refer to the entire government.
When it was directly pointed out who the person behind her was, Shen Lan's expression did not show any panic. She answered calmly:
“What I’m going to say next has nothing to do with the resettlement area government. I’m just speaking as an ordinary citizen in the junction area. In short, I extremely hope that the Icarus Liberation Front can maintain the underground level from the second floor to the fifth floor as before. We need to maintain basic order at the highest level and don’t let refugees swarm in.”
"Do you think we don't want to? Or are you not clear about the current situation of Icarus? Do you think that the disciplinary troops of Pluto Deep Submersible Company came underground in the resettlement area just to conduct company team building in the slums? "
Booker seemed to be annoyed by her and laughed, and he stood up impatiently. Seeing this, the two siblings behind Shen Lan unconsciously slid their hands towards the handle of the knife.
"You two, don't move."
Raising his hands to stop the two people from being stupid, Shen Lan took a deep breath.
Talking to a humanoid weapon that could kill everyone in the bar at any time gave her great pressure - especially because it was rumored that these adjusters had unstable mental indexes and moody moods due to excessive transformation. , it is very easy to produce mental problems.
“But the current weakness in your organization is only temporary, right?”
Deep Blue said.
Booker shrugged noncommittally, but sat down anyway.
"The Icarus Liberation Front is not a gang association at the bottom of the resettlement area that relies on violence to maintain its existence. You are an organization with a clear program. Although your personnel have suffered huge losses, as long as the organizational structure remains, you will be able to restore your previous scale sooner or later.
"So, as a citizen of the Nord resettlement area, I sincerely hope that you can regain your strength as soon as possible and maintain the order of the underground area as soon as possible. To this end, we are even willing to provide you with some necessary help."
Deep Blue continued.
"but?"
Booker asked.
It's time to make conditions.
Shen Lan nodded and continued:
"However, all this is based on the premise that you still control the universal printer... During this time, there were some rumors that the universal printer held by the Icarus Liberation Front has now been The startup permission was lost. Or, that permission was obtained by some other force.
"I sincerely hope that this rumor can be extinguished as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to convince some people to continue to believe in your ability to maintain order in the underground area."
After hearing this, Booker stood up again and said:
"Don't worry, those are just rumors... We'll be able to prove it soon."
He said, stepping forward and extending his hand to Shen Lan.
The two shook hands, indicating that they had reached a certain consensus on this matter.
The resettlement area government does not have enough budget and energy to maintain order in the underground area. Since some people are willing to be taken advantage of, they are naturally willing to throw away this burden. However, due to the pressure from Pluto Deep Diving Company, they could not provide too obvious support, so they could only use the middleman here in the Deep Blue Space Bar as an intermediary.
But the premise is that Icarus must prove that they still have the ability to maintain order after suffering a thunderous blow from Pluto Submarine Company.
Therefore, that universal printer became the key to the whole thing.
Now, Icarus officials say things are still under control. Then those "old men" on the tenth floor are naturally willing to wait and see for a while.
The overall negotiation was successful, and the remaining details were left to the people below to deal with. Shenlan breathed a long sigh of relief.
Before Booker turned around to leave, probably to ease the serious atmosphere, Shenlan suddenly said:
"Speaking of which, the kid you sent before was really too rude."
"Sent before?"
Booker stopped.
"who?"
Nowadays, all members of the organization who can be contacted should be on standby on the third to seventh floors underground.
"That's it. The special identification code on him belongs to your Icarus band."
Seeing that the other party was also puzzled, Shenlan turned on the projector and played the surveillance records in the hotel.
She hesitated whether to tell the other person's imaginative things.
Looking at the young man wearing a peaked cap, Booker showed a puzzled expression for the first time.
"Liao Qi?"
"But he shouldn't have..."
