He drove Mayor Cui back to his official residence.
Secretary Han and Editor Hu parked their car on the bridge across the river, leaning against the car window and smoking.
"Although today's parade did not cause direct damage, it still affected the business of some shops around Times Square, which will inevitably arouse the resentment of other citizens."
"Editor Hu, whether it is the newspaper or online public opinion, you still need to control it. After all, the 37th Consular Conference is coming soon..."
Editor Hu smiled and assured: "No problem. The parade will not be widely reported. In addition, I plan to follow the direction mentioned by the leader before and guide public opinion on the city government's placement of laid-off employees so that they can Seeing that our parents will not abandon us at this time."
Secretary Chen nodded: "The general direction is correct. If nothing else happens, a compensation policy for laid-off employees will be introduced tomorrow."
"The replacement of human labor by machines is a necessary process for the development of human civilization. People who are in the torrent of change, especially the general public, tend to lose sight of the direction, and we cannot blame them."
"As public officials, we are trying to protect our people at this stage of trying to cross the river by feeling for stones."
"Secretary Chen has a high party spirit and is conscious!"
"No, no, I'm just talking about Mayor Cui's daily teachings."
After being prepared for what happened next, Secretary Chen and Editor Hu smoked their last cigarette on the bridge and left in the car.
In fact, the use of artificial intelligence robots to replace labor on a large scale and using City 18 as a pilot project was something Mayor Cui fought for himself.
At present, the 37th Consular Conference is about to be held in City No. 18. If leaders at all levels can come here and experience the brand-new 'technical city-state' by then, then Lao Cui's wish to mention it to Shangcheng District will be limited. Basically it can be achieved.
But Secretary Chen always felt that Mayor Cui was a little anxious.
Just like this mechanical torrent spreading rapidly in the city, many people are not prepared.
…
After Ana Shen received Bai Ye's text message, she immediately called back.
What he didn't expect was that the ringtone only rang twice before Bai Ye connected to the video communication.
"I was looking for you when you called me."
Bai Ye appeared in front of the camera with a sleepy face: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Ana Shen frowned: "Where are you now?"
Bai Ye took the bracelet and took pictures everywhere. A living room with an area of more than ten square meters and a simple decoration appeared in the camera: "Here, it's in my own home."
"Didn't you encounter any danger?"
Bai Ye's face condensed: "What's wrong? What did you find?"
Ana Shen told the story about the two letters of help he received from her.
"Check, has your account been stolen?"
Bai Ye shook his head: "The AP used by our Special Affairs Bureau is accessed by an independent satellite, so there is almost no possibility of account theft. Moreover, even if the account is stolen, what is the purpose of the person who hacked the account? They just sent you two Block conflicting information?"
Ana Shen said thoughtfully: "Do you suspect this is a special incident? Is it related to psychic energy?"
"I did not feel any spiritual energy from the information I received. Of course, this may be related to the fact that the information exists not as a physical object."
After listening to Ana Shen's words, Bai Ye frowned and paced back and forth for a few minutes, still unable to come up with a clue.
Bai Ye: "Well, let's meet and talk later. I also have something to tell you about the white blood cell project."
"Where are you now?"
Ana Shen looked around. At this time, he was not far away from the nursing home.
In order to prevent Qin Qiubai from being exposed to the sight of the Special Affairs Bureau, Ana Shen took the initiative and said: "Since the DC area was mentioned in the text message, we can just go and have a look."
As he spoke, he called up the satellite map and found the most iconic area in DC——
"Times Square...just go to Times Square and meet up."
As he spoke, he casually synced the map to Bai Ye.
On the screen projected by the AP, Bai Ye Diandian said: "Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes."
After hanging up the communication, Ana Shen also started to rush towards the destination. His current location is exactly in the central and western part of the XC area. To get to Times Square, he probably needs to cross most of the city.
Even if Ana Shen mastered the ability of shadow jump, it was still a bit too fast to cross a city of more than 200,000 square kilometers in twenty minutes.
"Actually, there is no need for us to hide Qin Qiubai, especially now."
Just when Shen Yan turned into a shadow and was about to dissolve into a puddle of darkness, the clown's face suddenly appeared.
He was on the edge of Shen Yan, and his tone was tactful and weird: "Now that she has woken up, she is no longer in the vegetative state before. If you hand her over to the hands of the Special Affairs Bureau, you can also use the hands of the Special Affairs Bureau to ask questions." Come up with something.”
Ana Shen responded while leaping in the shadows: "The Special Affairs Bureau does have more ways to get enough information from her, and it doesn't have to be as timid as us."
"But equally, she will definitely leak our information. So far, I don't know how much of the information she has is detrimental to us."
The clown said nonchalantly: "Even if information that is detrimental to us is leaked, it will be even more detrimental to the laboratory."
"When people in the Secret Service know what's going on in the lab, they'll be frightened enough to break their official self-confidence and seek allies."
"Our status can only go one step further!"
Ana Shen retorted expressionlessly: "Fear is not enough, you also need benefits."
"I will push Teacher Qin to the front desk when the time is right, but this must wait until we have enough ability to protect ourselves, otherwise we will only be eaten up by our partners as fat meat."
Although Shen Yan is now the strongest awakened person in the Special Affairs Bureau, he is even the person who knows the most about psychic powers.
He needs to use the power of the Special Affairs Bureau to fight against the people in the laboratory, and he also needs to maintain a good balance.
This degree is what makes the Secret Service Bureau willing to take risks for him when the crisis in the laboratory really breaks out.
And the strength he showed was enough to fend off the Special Affairs Bureau without feeling too much of a threat.
The force of a single person is nothing in front of the federal machine. Especially after Shen Yan saw the power of the Eyes of Medusa.
The lightning that pierces the sky is like a thunder punishment that judges everything, and can completely purify him into the most basic particles.
There was a hint of madness on the clown's face: "Eye of Medusa...hehe, when we advance to the second stage, maybe we can resist it."
"The second stage? Is it when Cheng Haige turns into a tree man?"
"You'll know then."
Ana Shen's face was slightly cold: "If you could tell me everything you know instead of hiding it like now, we wouldn't be as passive as we are now!"
After listening to Ana Shen's words, the clown leaned over to Ana Shen's ear and began to speak in detail——
However, Shen Yan's expression gradually became ferocious as the clown spoke, and an invisible force surged out of his eyes. All the scenery he saw, whether it was benches on the roadside, street lamps, or even the streets, were filled with this force. It began to twist under the force.
Fortunately, Shen Yan's state did not last long before he fainted.
The clown walked around his body with a smile, randomly took over control of his body, and rushed towards his previous destination.
But in the neighborhood where they just stayed, the entire street was twisted into a mass like the starry sky painted by Van Gogh.
