Woo——
Sirens rang throughout Beijing, and armed drones from the garrison robot army were flying all over the sky.
Boom, boom, boom——
The Centurion robot appeared on the streets of Zhongjing. Its body was covered with fish-scale armor, its lines were slender and smooth, its "robust" limbs exuded an inexplicable elegance, and its head was shaped like the "Renaissance" helmet worn by ancient European lancers. style" helmet.
Following behind the Centurion robot is a phalanx of armed robots, squirming forward, their translucent gel bodies emitting a hazy red light, indicating that the weapons have been charged and are ready to fire at any time.
Scenes like this were happening all over the city.
The sky no longer simulates the night sky, but is completely white, except for a scorched black patch directly above the Ise shopping district, like an ugly scar.
this moment.
Activision Internet shut down completely, communications servers were deactivated, and city power was cut off.
There was deathly silence in the entire Zhongjing.
Everyone knew that the New Order Joint Conference was angry, and the consequences were dire.
Such a scene has only occurred three times in history, and each time it heralded the imminent occurrence of a major event that would affect the course of history.
Whether civilians, gangs, or even agents from the Bureau of Order, they were all waiting with trepidation.
Waiting for Xi'an's wrath to come.
However.
To everyone's surprise, just half an hour later, the garrison robot troops returned to their station, the sky was simulated as a clear night sky again, and communications and city power were restored again.
Activision Internet can also be logged in, but when people log in again, they find that a large number of posts about the "Prophet of Revenge" have been deleted, leaving only some content that is almost entertainment.
For example, the vulgar love story claiming that the prophet of vengeance fell in love with a girl from the lower city and rebelled against her, or some sensational posts that came forward to admit that he was the prophet of vengeance and was currently on the run and in urgent need of money.
The "rumor refuting post" of Ise United Trading Company is still there, but a series of soft review articles that SoftBank Lockheed encouraged celebrities to publish have been deleted.
There's an eerie silence on the Internet.
No one dared to talk nonsense anymore and everyone was waiting to see the situation. Even those who paid attention to this matter in the other six cities also noticed the turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm.
Another hour later, the Order Bureau issued an announcement:
"From 20:30 on September 4, 3027 to 2:25 the next day, many violent attacks occurred in the urban area of Zhongjing. Some members of the Mayfly Brotherhood sneaked into Zhongjing and attacked many key facilities, seriously threatening the lives and property of citizens. Security fully exposed the anti-humanity and anti-social nature of the organization. After front-line agents fought bravely and fought bravely, our bureau completely shattered the ugly intentions of the Mayfly Brotherhood, killed the first culprit who organized the attack on the spot, and eliminated the thugs' Arrogance."
In the picture attached to the announcement, a man wearing a black poncho fell down in a pool of blood, and his beard could be vaguely seen under the hood.
at the same time.
The Supervision and Enforcement Bureau issued an announcement: "In response to the 9.4 violent crime case concocted by the Mayfly Brotherhood, the New Order Joint Meeting has instructed the Order Bureau to strengthen bottom-line thinking, severely crack down on violent terrorist criminal activities, and make every effort to safeguard the lives and property safety of Beijing citizens."
The Internet was in an uproar.
It turns out that the culprit is still the Mayfly Brotherhood. The last time they attacked the western mine, this time they attacked directly into the sky.
Soon, a new entry was ranked in the top ten on Zhongjing Online’s hot search list:
"Li Zhenguan, step down!"
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FMOTEL motel.
Room 8205 on the second floor.
Dr. Xisen hung up the call, rubbed his bracelet and sat back on the sofa with a solemn expression, looking very worried.
"Dr. Xisen, what's wrong with you?" Short and chubby Daji tilted her head and asked.
Xisen scratched his head, "With such a big movement, no news has come out. I just called Darwin. The guy asked me not to ask questions in a mysterious way. Tell me, this Zhuos has done something blatantly. Why? The family didn’t respond? Not to mention Putnam, Activision and SoftBank didn’t respond either. When did the affairs in the lower city area fall under Zhuos’s control?”
"As for the attitude of Putnam Laboratory, you can contact Mr. Hillary to ask." Daji said in a loud voice.
"The Valve Master?" Xisen shook his head quickly, "If he knew that I came to interfere with Zhuosi's affairs, he would definitely send someone to take me back. Humph, that's a bad idea."
Daji blinked: "You don't need to worry, you can see Mr. Li Liang the day after tomorrow and help him stop Zhuos' evil conspiracy."
"Yeah, that's right," Xisen sighed, stood up and walked to the bathroom, shaking his head and muttering, "It's too difficult to be an agent, but it's easier to study bionics..."
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Room 8209 is also on the second floor of FMOTEL motel, three rooms away from room 8205.
House stood in front of the window, looked away from the sky, and snorted coldly: "Idiot... Li Zhenguan has done his job, and he will bear the blame."
"Hoho..." Dro was sitting on the sofa, holding a tablet computer, and giggled.
House frowned and walked over, took a look, and suddenly became angry: "Are you still in the mood to watch this?"
"Don't, don't, don't," Dro said with a smile, blocking House's hand from grabbing the tablet, "I didn't know the situation through the Internet. If I hadn't discovered that photo, would you have known that the Prophet of Revenge was the scapegoat?"
"Understand the situation?" House pointed angrily at the post displayed on the tablet. It was the love story about the Prophet of Revenge and Cinderella in the Lower City. It had been serialized to show the two of them escaping together, and the content was full of stories about their wanderings. The sweet daily life on the road is also mixed with vivid descriptions of sex scenes.
"Why don't you understand the situation? If you write it in such detail, maybe you are an insider," Dro said with a smile and waved his hand, "Just kidding, House, it's useless for us to be anxious, and we don't dare to go back to the bureau. , and I don’t know where the scapegoat is, so now I can only guard the old man next door, I have to find something to do.”
"You're such a damn good teammate," House was speechless, leaning on the other side of the sofa, taking out his gun and holding it in his arms, closing his eyes, "Sleep."
"You go to bed first," Dro said, holding the tablet in his hands and "detecting" network information with a serious look on his face.
moment.
Dro laughed out loud: "Damn, Cinderella is so fierce, this prophet of revenge's legs are weak." He turned to look at House, a smile froze on his face.
House was staring at him seriously.
"Uh, what's wrong?" He swallowed.
House said slowly: "Is the old man next door waiting for the prophet of revenge?"
"Then what?"
"We defeated the Prophet of Revenge and threw him into the Southern Death Row as a scapegoat. Do you think he holds a grudge?" House said in a cold tone.
"He, he..." Dro was no longer in the mood to read the post and said with a sad face, "House, you have to save us."
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Rooftop of Drosnirvana Building.
Without the outline of rain, the spacecraft from the moon is completely invisible and has no flaws.
In the command cabin, the fourth princess waved her hand tiredly and turned off the holographic image.
The surroundings became dark.
You can hear the needle drop.
Gu Sheng looked calm, looked at his eyes, nose and heart, as if he had entered meditation.
Next to him, Li Zhenguan, who was tall and round, no longer sweated, his face was pale, but his eyes became cold. He stared at the figure of the fourth princess, holding a handkerchief tightly in his right hand, shaking slightly due to too much force.
for a long time.
A thick dark green mist poured in from the gap in the floor hatch, squirming and spreading like a mollusk, then gently rotating upward, forming a hazy wind scroll.
The person in charge stepped out and said hoarsely: "The person in charge of the Marginal Business Department in Zhongjing is Li Chengshu, the director of the Supervision and Enforcement Bureau."
The fourth princess, who had her back to him, trembled and remained silent.
"Huh," Li Zhenguan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
On the side, Gu Sheng lowered his eyes and said softly: "It turns out that the marginal business department wants to sit back and enjoy the gains."
The fourth princess never turned around.
The command module fell silent.
Although the person in charge of the pioneer group in Zhongjing was forced out, everyone present knew it.
Tonight, Zhuosi's desperate move finally failed.
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Donggu District.
Li Liang stood up unsteadily and looked up to the opposite side.
An old man with a gentle expression and good spirits, and a tall German man standing behind him.
Li Liang instantly recognized that the German man was Sorge, one of the group's personalities and the logistics manager of the pioneering group, who was fond of "Bavarian" beer.
However, he remained calm and stared straight at the old man whose name was dominated by Li Chengshu.
"Is it okay?" Li Chengshu smiled gently, "If it's more convenient, let's talk somewhere else?"
