Zixia District is the heavy industrial park of Longshan Underground City. Of the 76.4 square kilometers of land, the four major steel, fertilizer, electric power, and petrochemical plants have taken up more than half of the area. The remaining land is more than 3.5 million Zixia District people's homes.
The six-storey tube buildings like building blocks, with the spacing between the buildings compressed to the extreme, and the root systems that try their best to extend underground, can barely stand together in the scorching heat wave of the factory. It is also true that every year there is no shortage of one building toppling. The story of collapse.
Because the Longjiang Group Building, the National Defense Force Garrison Headquarters, the Security Bureau Building, and the Zixia Police Station Building are four 100-meter buildings, as well as high-rise buildings with dozens or twenty floors everywhere, many things in Zixia District are just stories, not news. .
Hanging on the outer wall of the Security Bureau building, the zodiac animal coat of arms with its head raised to the sky is flush with the projection on the dome. Blue is originally a cold color, so no matter how bright the animal emblem is, it still blends into the black and blue background of the dome, while the vermilion guard The neon slogans of the Bureau can be seen at a glance no matter where in Zixia District.
"Defend the motherland and defend order."
The flying skateboard landed on the rooftop platform of the building. Chen Xiaoxiang led everyone, took the "cinnabar" sealed bag and went straight to the identification department, while Wen Yue was carried to the infirmary by medical staff.
The phenytoin in the beta-receptor antagonist made Wen Yue's cheeks blush, and the raindrops couldn't get rid of her feeling of heat. She spat out blood-streaked saliva. Only the umbrella ribs were left on her body, and there was no umbrella cover. The rain in Zixia District was like being filled with industrial alcohol, causing her wounds that had been exposed to the rain to itch and ache.
She looked at the police building that was also eye-catching under the night sky. The tasseled coat of arms hanging on the curtain wall was opposite to the coat of arms of the Security Bureau.
"Comrade, what are you looking at?"
The unfamiliar security bureau doctor brought back Wen Yue's thoughts of suddenly walking away. She opened her mouth and said, "I'm watching...", then she was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
"I recommend that you undergo a comprehensive physical examination. Sudden forgetfulness of words, interruption of speech, and diversion of attention are signs of brainstem damage. Considering that you have multiple violations of the record of lifting the overload limit of the exoskeleton, I will include it in the medical report. It is recommended that you reduce the number of field trips or take administrative leave until your body and sense of compliance have fully recovered."
"I..." Wen Yue was speechless.
The doctor refused Wen Yue's request to cover up his record of illegal overloading in an unquestionable tone, but prescribed chlorpromazine, which is used to treat schizophrenia, mania and eliminate hallucinations.
"You know who has the brain-computer interface in the bureau," the doctor said.
Of course Wen Yue knew who that person was. To put it nicely, he was called a machine servant, but in essence he was a machine slave. The exoskeleton technology of the Security Bureau makes agents less need prosthetic technology, and they have a neutral attitude towards implanting mechanical prostheses if they want to be stronger, but there are bottom lines in all of this, one of which is: the brain cannot be touched .
If you replace the nerves of your limbs and five sense organs, they are just like replacing parts. But if you use your brain, there is no guarantee that you will still be you. Fortunately, before he lost control of his consciousness, he was slowly treated in the super dream space created by the bureau's dreamer. Unfortunately, it is the machine "human".
What is a reformed person without self-awareness?
"I'll pay attention." Wen Yue nodded perfunctorily.
"Take care of yourself, comrade!" Wen Yue fled in a hurry, with the doctor shouting behind her.
…
Under the bright and cold fluorescent lights, the returning detectives' black windbreakers were trailing water drops, and the faces of the clerks who were dealing with the incident were all hidden under information integration helmets. No one greeted them, no one spoke, and no one called out for innocent suspects.
"How long does it take to get the results?" Chen Xiaoxiang asked the technician of the identification department.
The "cinnabar" sealed bag taken out from Wenyue's soap and silk armor cooling bag has now entered the sterile operation room, and he replied:
"One hundred grams of activated AMN-227 can detect the biological characteristics of no less than fifty people. It will take six to ten days to detect all of them."
Chen Xiaoxiang raised an eyebrow when he heard this. A week was enough for this group of people to escape through the smuggling hole and escape to the safe zone on the surface.
"Find one, report one." Chen Xiaoxiang ordered, turning to look at the agents standing outside.
"Group 2, report to the conference room!"
…
The Security Bureau has at least sixteen branches. The Fifth Division is responsible for preventing all forces from committing acts of terror and sabotage against Longshan. It occupies five and a half floors of the 30-story Zixia District Security Bureau building. Its scale is second only to the Division in charge of intelligence and reconnaissance of alien beasts. One point.
In recent years, as the surface has essentially separated from the underground economic framework, conflicts between the surface and the underground have become more intense. The Hailanjiang Group, which dominates the Qinglong Special Zone on the surface, even tried to take over its parent company, demanding that it dominate the operation of the underground city. Longjiang Group will either give up three of the seven board seats that have been fixed for a century or add four more.
How could such an outrageous request be accepted, let alone when the Longjiang Group had the advantage of force?
One of the consequences of the brothers' feud is that the surface has condoned all smuggling operations underground. Massive smuggling and smuggling activities mean a large number of dangerous factors.
Just the transformation of illegal mechanical prostheses and the transplantation of flesh and blood allografts have caused multiple rounds of malignant infectious diseases to break out in the six underground districts except Tamamo District. Street fights between gang members with increased force levels have also made things worse. The harder it is to end.
As for the cyberpsychosis case? It’s even more difficult to count them.
Ten years ago, the Fifth Branch had only a few dozen employees, and it was just a matter of maintaining the talent pool. What a joke, let alone 2071, even now in 2081, 90% of the surface is a nuclear war wasteland. Where did the foreign forces come from? Did they come from the moon?
Now, the staff of the Fifth Branch exceeds 1,000 people, and there are countless informants and undercover agents under the jurisdiction of the Fifth Branch. The expansion speed can be said to be a wild horse.
Although this kind of rapid expansion that requires funds and manpower is more like a bitter helplessness, it is not a bad thing for Wen Yue. With sufficient allocation from above, her allowance will be high.
An agent is an agent, and a part-time job is a part-time job. If the money is not enough, why should she work so hard, even at the risk of becoming an idiot?
The monthly salary of a worker in Zixia District is 7,000, and her bonus for working in the field for a month is tens of thousands. Anyway, Wen Yue doesn't read the salary slip very much. It is enough to see that there is no change in the account.
She is a member of the Security Bureau, a law enforcer employed by the group to maintain order.
That's all.
…
While Team Leader Chen was reporting to his superiors, Wen Yue directly put a pair of long legs on the log conference table and sipped the hot coffee.
The rich aroma of coffee easily overcame the astringent taste of humus mushroom tea. Wen Yue glanced at Shen Xu who was busy writing the action report with ink. Her mind flashed back to the moments when she negotiated with Li Hao, fought against gunmen from the Action Bureau, and had Shen Xu's gun pointed at her head.
Wen Yue felt that certain memory fragments were confused. Overloading consciousness was similar to a person having a lucid dream. The time in the dream did not matter, and after training, he could naturally control the flow of time.
This causes the brain to be unable to distinguish the moment when consciousness overload occurs. The longer the overload occurs, the closer it is to NERM sleep (non-rapid eye movement sleep), and the higher the possibility of being unable to remember.
The brain's execution system always automatically determines that dreams are meaningless information and does not need to be extracted, so it will always be automatically deleted. This is why people always cannot remember dreams, or only remember a few fragments of dreams.
If the dreamer did not design a special dream state retrospective, Wen Yue would not be able to determine whether the memory during the overload spasm was true or false. After all, people cannot control their own deep subconscious mind.
If it was like Wen Yue's short-term continuous overload a few hours ago, if ordinary people played like this, it would not be surprising at all to treat the cliff in front of them as a flat road, step on it and fall to death.
The confusion between dreams and reality, the drunken fragments are just childish in comparison.
As for finding a dream maker to design such a dream, well...
Wen Yue wrote a document in her mind and uploaded it to the intranet of the security bureau. She was lazy and let Zaosui A take over her right hand, automatically entered the paper action report, and then calculated how long she would have to wait in line before it was the bureau's dreamer's turn to pick her up. list.
Ninety-eight months...eight years.
Wen Yue couldn't help complaining in her heart. If she had chosen a biology major, wouldn't she have had the opportunity to be a dream maker? But she had chosen a liberal arts major but still had to serve. In the end, she could only go to an operation where there was a shortage of people. The team tries their luck in the field.
Wen Yue glanced around at the second group of colleagues present, five men and three women, plus the team leader Chen Xiaoxiang who opened the door and came in. All of them are veterans with clean financial records, graduates from major colleges and universities, and complete service experience. Being able to serve as elite operational agents of the Fifth Branch means that they are extremely determined and have no need to waver and surrender to the enemy.
Well, forget it, let’s make an appointment to have a dream, eight years is all, who knows?
Chen Xiaoxiang had his hands behind his back, his short hair neatly tucked behind his ears, and his usually sonorous tone had a lot of chicness because the mission was generally successful.
"Director Tian is satisfied with this operation."
Applause rang out, even from the agents who had not arrived at the scene, and the holographically projected figures also had specially designed electronic applause.
"The director specially commended Agent Wen Yue for his fearless spirit. He knew that there were tigers in the mountains, so he went to the tiger mountains. Even though he knew that the defected agent Li Hao was supported by the Surface Operations Bureau, he still took the initiative to go and obtain the 'Cinnabar' sample. while achieving zero casualties.”
Of course, the casualties are our own, so long as there are no casualties in the Security Bureau, as for other Zixia Police Station and Tongzilou untouchables, I'm sorry, who are you?
Eight pairs of eyes looked at Wen Yue. This emotion of approval was not hypocritical. It was an absolute comradeship. However, Wen Yue couldn't help but think of Li Hao, who was wiped out in ashes. He was also an old comrade who had fought side by side with Wen Yue for three years. They swore an oath together under the flag and trusted each other's friendship of life and death.
How did it get to this point?
Chen Xiaoxiang paused, and then deployed a follow-up action plan.
"Before the test results come out, other fraternal units will closely monitor all open smuggling channels to ensure that there are no smugglers in the official trains bound for the surface, and close the smuggling channels at the necessary time."
How many banknotes will be used to close the smuggling channel in Zixia District for one day? Wen Yue thought that not only the illegal gang business was gone, but also the legal official transportation was gone. Well... now everyone knows that a mushroom sold for ten yuan underground can be sold for thirty yuan in the special zone on the surface, or three times ten yuan. Double the profit only requires an approval document.
How much does it cost to shut down for one day?
Money is probably just a small thing.
Just when Chen Xiaoxiang was about to send the new mission briefing to everyone, she suddenly smiled and said:
"There is news from the appraisal department."
Then, her face turned from red to white, and then from white to black.
Chen Xiaoxiang took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, looked back and saw that the door was closed. She leaned forward and supported the table with her hands. Due to her strength, one end of the table was unglued and tilted slightly.
Chen Xiaoxiang glanced at Wen Yue with sharp eyes and said seriously:
"Wen Yue, the 'cinnabar' sample you got..."
"It's trash."
