Jiang Zhou felt that he had begun to get used to the reaction and action speed which was twice that of ordinary people.
Get used to the air flow as dense as liquid, get used to the slow and slow acceleration of gravity that cannot keep up with your own, get used to the logical thinking that slowly eats exhaust behind the action...
He kept jumping and running around the corners and obstacles in the corridor, his movements as agile and dexterous as a cat.
The enhanced limbic system, when he ran at full speed, awakened the algorithm that the ancestors of mammals had optimized over tens of millions of years - in the past, they had run and jumped so desperately on grasslands, forests, and mountains. , just to survive until the dawn of the next day.
The losers are turned into corpses and eliminated and lose the qualification to continue iteration.
Those who succeed will enter the next round of beta testing and once again fight for survival and reproduction.
Every tester has no chance of failure.
Because losers will immediately pack up and get out, minimizing the possibility of contaminating the gene pool.
Therefore, at least when it comes to running and jumping, Jiang Zhou is more willing to believe in the wisdom of his predecessors.
Can you still be smarter than those ancestors who lived in trees?
Letting his instincts lead him to speed, Jiang Zhou's free neocortex had time to think about other issues.
Some more rational and cruel questions.
Can you do it by yourself?
Although he did not think that the opponent would have strong combat effectiveness of Raven-66 - otherwise, they would not have to use this method to exchange their coins to replace Booker.
But at the very least, the man behind the scenes must be confident in killing everyone except Booker.
In other words, the other party must be a depth 2 adjuster.
This is supplemented by an unknown number of Depth 1s, as well as other additional prosthetics, or combatants carrying light weapons.
And I am just an adjuster who has just completed the depth 1 transformation. I cannot be like Booker who can block an electro-plasma bomb head-on and still survive.
Is it possible to compare the strength of the enemy and ourselves?
Liao Qi may be an impulsive person, but Jiang Zhou is a rational person.
He will analyze the feasibility of things and abandon useless attempts that will not yield results.
Moreover, after learning that his only impulsive act in the first half of his life resulted in blowing up the global Internet, he will only act more cautiously now.
He kicked off the wall at the corner to deflect the large amount of kinetic energy he carried while running without slowing down. Jiang Zhou heard the rapid and dull gunshots coming from the basement.
That was the sound of G72-Wolfhound firing at full power.
At the same time, there were other sporadic and messy sounds of gunfire that echoed.
It looks like he's already getting angry.
Before Jiang Zhou had time to think about what to do next, an explosion sounded.
“Zizzizi—bang!”
A sound very similar to the previous explosion of the black box on Raven-66's chest came from not far from Jiang Zhou's feet.
Immediately, the exaggerated heat released by the plasma explosion was also transmitted up through the thick ground.
Sure enough... just as he thought before, the opponent had enough heavy firepower to break through the defense line.
It's too late.
Jiang Zhou slowed down and exhaled slowly.
But even if he thinks rationally, he has nothing to hesitate about.
In any case, that universal printer is the key to his future escape from Tartarus.
He needs that universal printer, and needs him to continuously convert the technological blueprints he dug out in the abyss and dark web into tangible power.
Jiang Zhou thought to himself as he drew out his monomolecular katana from his back.
In addition to "Jiang Zhou"'s own reasons, the heart belonging to Liao Qi in his chest was also shouting loudly at this moment to keep everyone who had made plans to go to Chiron's House here.
Those scumbags from the Lobe Gang must pay the price with blood.
Unhooked the holster, bowed his waist, and muffled the sound of footsteps.
Jiang Zhou's eyes gradually became cold.
Combining the experience of tactical memory with his superhuman physique, he turned into a cold-blooded killing machine.
The cat crouched and hid in the darkness, and with his enhanced vision passing through the smoke in the corridor, he saw the goal of his trip.
Observation, analysis, evaluation, tactics may...
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"Keep firing, that guy is not dead!"
"Bang-hiss..."
Along with the huge roar and tremor coming from outside the door, this was the last wired communication report that Winston could hear.
After that, all you can hear is the messy current sound from the other end of the communicator.
After realizing what had happened, Winston hurriedly picked up the pistol on the table again, and squatted down for cover relying on the workbench that controlled the fusion igniter.
"TMD...TMD..."
Trembling, he pointed the pistol at the blast door, chattering his teeth and talking to himself.
"TMD Booker, why haven't you come back from solving the problem yet..."
The opponent has almost broken through the last line of defense and come in. If they don't come back, they will have to give up.
"Anyone who lets technicians go to the front line and shoot is a fucking bastard."
Holding the gun, Winston complained endlessly.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang at the door, which made Winston's heart skip a beat and he looked up.
The explosion-proof door in the basement was hit by something extremely powerful from outside, and a funnel-like shape protruded inward.
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise, this time causing dust to fall from the surrounding walls.
Although another funnel appeared, the blast door remained motionless.
"Can't open, can't open, can't open..."
Winston, who had beads of sweat on his forehead, didn't know who he was praying to while holding the gun.
"This door has been reinforced..."
A muffled voice outside said so.
Hearing this, Winston breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then go get the thermite, the double one."
"OK."
But the conversation that followed outside the door made his heart sink to the bottom again.
A few seconds later, with a "chi" sound, a dark red mark instantly appeared on the lock of the explosion-proof door.
And as it continues to expand, the center color also changes to orange, blazing white...
Ruined……
Under Winston's desperate gaze, the door was kicked open with a bang.
"Hey, it turns out there are still some members left behind."
After the door was opened, a black man slowly walked down.
It was a strong man over two meters tall. His left arm was uncoordinately huge, and there were multiple metal pipelines connected to a power device behind him.
"Don't kill him."
Behind that person, another person with an unremarkable appearance and body shape reminded him like this.
"This person is probably the operation and maintenance personnel of the multi-purpose printer. If we kill him, we will have to find him again."
"Do not worry."
The black man walking in front said in a sullen voice.
Even though Winston usually prides himself on being calm and rational, when a strong man with a height of 2.45 meters and one arm that looks thicker than his own waist walks up to him with obvious hostility. The emotions of fear and panic still couldn't help but swallow him up.
"As long as he doesn't provoke me with that toy in his hand."
The giant hand used Winston as a cover and moved the metal workbench away like a cardboard box. The giant black man looked at the stunned Winston and asked:
"Do you mind giving me the toy in your hand?"
It was then that Winston seemed to remember that he had a gun in his hand.
Then, as easily as an adult snatches a lollipop from a three-year-old child, the other party took the gun from Winston's hand.
With a pinch, the pistol instantly turned into its most original parts and scattered all over the floor.
Winston cursed himself for feeling relieved.
The man with an unremarkable appearance and height also came in. He looked around, then turned to Winston and asked:
"Are you the operator of this multi-purpose printer?"
Winston nodded.
"You come with us, and we will pay you triple the amount Icarus pays you."
the man said.
But apart from the cost of purchasing printing materials, the Icarus Liberation Front has not sent me a penny...
Not only that, but I also have to pay organizational operating fees in proportion to my income every month, so I have to triple it for you?
thought Winston.
But right now, he didn't dare to say it.
Probably taking Winston's silence as agreement, the man called to the strong black man next to him who carried the multi-function printer and asked him to move the things out quickly, and then looked at Winston again.
"Of course, this triple reward is not completely free."
The man said with a smile.
"Frankly speaking, I can't trust you Icarus people. Most of you are too stubborn, too hard, and too idealistic. Therefore, if you want to join us, you must..."
"Hey, this piece of crap is stuck on the door, so I can't get it out."
The strong black man carrying the multi-purpose printer interrupted him.
"Plug in your brain-computer interface. Simple transformation commands do not require permission."
The man turned around angrily and shouted at the strong black man.
The latter suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly.
"Oh...I see, I understand, I was wondering how they moved in."
After a brief interlude, the man looked at Winston again and continued the previous topic:
"If you want to gain our trust, ah... this is a more euphemistic way of saying it. What I mean is, if you want to live, you must do something to completely cut yourself off from your past. .”
"whats the matter?"
asked Winston.
The man looked around, his eyes especially on the four fusion igniters in the basement for a while, and then said:
"If my information is correct, you charge the multi-purpose printer through a small fission furnace, right?"
Winston nodded.
"Explode it."
the man said.
The tone was like asking him to light a firecracker.
"Let it break through the critical point in twenty minutes, razing the entire House of Chiron and this entire neighborhood to the ground."
Winston stared into the other person's eyes, and it wasn't until the other person took out the gun and pointed it at him that he could be sure that he was not joking with him.
Indeed, the reactor they have here is small, and the direct damage will only affect this neighborhood at most. Even if the radiation range is included, it will not be too large - at most it will affect a quarter of the area on the second floor of the settlement area.
But this is still a TMD nuclear bomb!
The man continued:
"If you refuse, I will kill you, and then I will detonate it, and the ending will not change. So you don't need to have too much psychological pressure, because this is something that is bound to happen. Whether it is through you It makes no difference to those who are about to be unlucky..."
"Regarding this request, I'm afraid I need your help to explain a little confusion."
Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Winston interrupted him.
The man smiled and asked back:
"What confusion? I will tell you everything."
Do you want to ask the reason for doing this?
he thinks.
Of course, the plan was to blame Icarus for this nuclear explosion, causing them to lose their cohesion in the underground levels of the Nord settlement area. At the same time, erase the evidence that they are here and cause enough chaos that the Lobotomy Gang can bring new order to the chaos.
However, Winston asked another question.
"What was your mother's occupation in the past?"
The smile on the man's face suddenly disappeared.
Winston continued:
"To be honest, before I only dared to speculate that you had no mother in your childhood, that's why you became such a scumbag now. But now that I see you are jealous of even the children in the orphanage, I can't even imagine you. What did mom do in the past?"
"I'm sorry for you..."
Putting the gun to Winston's forehead, the man shook his head and said.
"I'm also sorry that I didn't get to see Booker roast your head until it was ripe, then twist it off and play it as a ball."
Winston said, looking directly into the other man's face.
"I see, you are such a tough guy now because you still believe that Booker will come back to save you at any time, or at least come back to avenge you, right?"
The man raised the corners of his mouth and said.
Then he shook his head:
"But sadly, he is now dead, a plasma bomb that burned his entire body to ashes."
"No...this is impossible!"
He satisfactorily admired the despair and disbelief in the other person's eyes for a while, and just when he was about to shoot, there was another sudden noise behind him.
It was the multi-function printer that rolled down the stairs.
"What's wrong? Can't you do just this?"
He looked impatiently at the strong black man on the stairs. The man planned to use his "veteran qualifications" to reprimand the other party.
At this moment, the strong black man froze at the end of the stairs. After hearing his voice, he turned his head towards him in confusion.
"There is... outside the door..."
Then, before he could finish his words, his head separated from his neck.
The head just rolled down the steps in front of the two people's eyes. After hitting the multi-purpose printer that had rolled down first, it coincidentally rolled to a location not far from the two of them.
The fracture of the neck is as smooth as a mirror.
