"There is such a place in this day and age."
Li Liang stood in the crowded crowd and said to himself.
This is a low and narrow barbed wire plank road. The height is only for adults who have just straightened their backs. They must always be careful to avoid the protruding pipes and gas lights above their heads. The width is only about five or six meters. The air was filled with water vapor, and the smell of humidity mixed with engine oil hit the nose. One side of the wall is covered with pipes of different diameters, and the other side has doors every ten meters, with people constantly coming in and out.
Almost all the people here are wearing dark cloaks, covering their faces. At a glance, they can be seen with different skin colors and races. Most of them have Western faces, with alert expressions, and they appear in groups or alone.
Occasionally, there will be groups of naked gang members wearing bionic prosthetics or partial mechanical modifications, showing off or carrying weapons of exaggerated size and swaggering through the market.
The noise and bustle are coming from every room, which is in sharp contrast to the rush of people on the barbed wire boardwalk.
When passing a door, Li Liang glanced inside and saw several gang members sitting scattered in a room of more than ten square meters talking loudly. There was another door directly opposite, leading to another crowded plank road, and then Looking far away, one door after another, one plank road after another, extends like a mirror image, until a door closes, blocking the view.
After seeing the spotless control hall and the spaciousness of the assembly workshop, Li Liang imagined that the Free Trade Defender should be similar to a luxury cruise ship, but he did not expect that except for the closed core area, the rest of the space was a submarine. What it really should be like.
This is indeed Xi'an's style - there is a huge technological gap between him and the common people.
The feeling of viewing a scaled-down holographic image is completely different from walking into the Defiant in person. Li Liang passed by countless people and listened to the noisy voices coming from nowhere, speaking Mandarin, English, French, Japanese, etc. The languages are so intertwined that it feels like walking into some post-apocalyptic refugee camp.
Sewage, urine stains, garbage, graffiti, pale faces hidden under cloaks and ubiquitous whispers, everywhere reveal the dark depression that goes against civilization.
Accustomed to the order and brightness of Zhongjing City, as well as the cultural atmosphere dominated by the Chinese language, even if the people are of different races and skin colors, everyone speaks Mandarin, like Old Ford with a bit of Beijing flavor, Li Liang never thought However, perhaps everything in front of us is what the world will really look like a thousand years from now, and Zhongjing and the other six giant cities shrouded under the sky may be just an illusion created by Xi'an Company for the common people.
Stepping past a pipe that was leaking steam, Li Liang found that the path ahead was blocked by a huge piece of equipment, and he could only squeeze through the gap on the side.
After queuing for a while, he squeezed through the gap behind a dirty child and found that his eyes suddenly became much wider.
Compared with the plank road, this place is like a "small square". Although it is also low, there are license plates at the door of each room surrounding the square space. Most of them are just ordinary plastic light boxes, "Bionic Prosthetic Maintenance" and "Mechanical Equipment Maintenance" , "hardware upgrade", "kaiseki cuisine", "Shaxian snacks" and so on.
However, there are still some huge holographic signs, all of which are sexy girls in seductive poses, twisting and having sex, and everyone can see what can be seen and what can't be seen.
Accompanied by the blushing and charming sound effects, a group of half-grown children chased the "high heels" that passed through the hologram girl, dragging out a burst of colorful shadows.
The small square was crowded with people. It was obvious that this was a commercial activity area on the seventh floor.
Li Liang walked behind a pipe, quietly opened his bracelet and took a look at the structural diagram. Liya was hiding in the diagonal passage. He glanced over there and found that there was a circle leading to another area. The door was open and it was dark inside so it was hard to see clearly.
After looking around for a moment, Li Liang was about to take a step but suddenly paused. When he glanced over just now, he felt a pair of eyes staring directly at him.
Carlos's spy? Or Cain's spy? Or did you attract the attention of a gang member because you were dressed differently?
Li Liang walked forward quickly as if nothing had happened, pretending to look around for a certain store, and took the opportunity to glance in that direction, but he didn't find anyone paying attention to him.
He suddenly felt uneasy, but it was definitely not an illusion.
After coming out of the general control hall, in addition to getting the severely damaged Leia back, more importantly, he wanted to know where the Defender was and prepare for the meeting with Mr. Yuan in advance. Unexpectedly, he was stared at as soon as he came out. On the other hand, if something goes wrong, it will really outweigh the gains.
Thinking about it in his mind, Li Liang kept his pace and quickly approached Liya.
Suddenly, he heard a voice that was inconspicuous among the club advertisements and noisy voices, but to Li Liang it sounded like a lightning strike.
"elder brother."
It turned out to be Li Shuang's voice.
Li Liang turned back suddenly, his eyes scanning the crowd anxiously, but found nothing.
"elder brother."
Another shout came from behind.
Li Liang turned around again and saw a figure wearing a hospital gown stepping into the open circular air-tight door.
"Impossible, impossible, impossible..."
Li Liang's lips trembled. Years of physical thinking kept telling him that it couldn't be Li Shuang. Now it's a thousand years later and this is a retired submarine in the deep sea... But another voice kept washing over him. mind, what if? He can wake up from liquid nitrogen freezing, and maybe his brother can too. He may be being threatened. He urgently needs protection, and he needs his brother's protection.
The next moment, Li Liang rushed over desperately.
Pushing away the blocking crowd, his running speed became slower and slower, because he felt that his thinking was getting slower and slower, and his brain was getting heavier and heavier, as if he was hungover every day for a week.
After staggering a few steps, he finally held on to the circular air-tight door, panted heavily and looked inside the door, and unexpectedly... saw a ward.
He lowered his head and saw that he was holding a lunch box in his hand. He turned around suddenly and was stunned to find that he was in the corridor of the hospital. A nurse carrying a mop bucket glanced at him with a frown and passed him by.
In the ward, my father's voice came: "Li Shuang, remember, your life was given to you by your brother. No matter when, you must remember today."
"Well," Li Shuang's voice was filled with tears, "Dad, I..."
Li Liang stretched out his hand tremblingly, grasped the door handle, twisted it gently, and walked in stiffly.
The sun shines through the glass, casting a hazy light in the ward. The younger brother sits on the hospital bed and says with a smile: "Brother, you are back."
The father also turned around and smiled: "Xiao Liang, you are back."
Li Liang trembled all over and murmured: "This is impossible, impossible, impossible..."
boom.
The door to the ward was pushed open, and people from Wuyang Wuyang poured in. They surrounded the hospital bed for a moment, staring at Li Liang with a ferocious smile. Some people kept shouting: "Little beauty, nothing is impossible," "Hurry up, I can not wait anymore!"
They turned out to be prisoners on death row in the south. Aren't they already reduced to pieces of meat?
Li Liang's face was pale, and he was pushed by countless hands. He stumbled to the hospital bed, grabbed his brother's hand, and shouted in despair: "Impossible!"
bass.
A dagger stabbed into Li Liang's chest.
Li Liang looked down in confusion, and saw that a scarlet color was quickly fading away, and it was his younger brother's hand holding the dagger.
"Brother, goodbye."
Li Liang slowly raised his head and saw his brother's face was blurred, with a dark sneer on his lips.
