Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 15 NO.000f: Cooperative Negotiation

"The Biobank in the Nord resettlement area reminds you to be courteous to pedestrians and travel safely. Pay attention to the paid donation channel of primary organs, cherish life, and pass on love. Just pass the Mandala certification, and you can sign the donation contract in three seconds. My family and friends leave a warmth and hope..."

With occasional pop-up advertisements flashing on the front windshield, Jiang Zhou drove the car on the three-dimensional elevated road.

The speedometer on the instrument panel no longer displays numbers, and its pointer is now pointing to a flashing red skull.

Feeling the sound whistling past his ears, for some reason, Jiang Zhou suddenly had an urge to sing loudly.

Once again dodging an oncoming dump truck at the nick of time, the soaring adrenaline made him laugh unconsciously.

"Old Snake, you're going to go bankrupt now, hahahahahaha!"

He said so to the old snake sitting in the co-pilot cabin.

Along the way, he didn't even bother to count how many tickets had been issued by the Traffic Management Bureau of the resettlement area. However, in the "death without regret" driving mode, the Traffic Management Bureau will only issue a warning to nearby vehicles that "the madman is looking for death here" to remind them to avoid driving.

Until the speed of the vehicle drops to a certain level, or until a head is killed in a certain place, the traffic management bureau will not send out the police. This is also a regulation formed to prevent police and robber car chases from becoming a common urban landscape. More is still in the aftermath.

"Can I fucking get out of the car?!"

The pale old snake yelled loudly in horror.

"The explosive in your head will explode automatically if you are separated from me by fifty meters. If you want to get out of the car, please feel free."

Jiang Zhou replied happily.

"Liao Qi, I'm CNM! Ah!!!"

Ignoring the other party's madness, Jiang Zhou's eyes chased the navigation light strip in midair, which was used to plan the flight path of the speeding car in the city. The on-board computer showed that the previously installed tracking signal source was not far from the light strip on his head - he had already killed the other party.

A flying car, even the humblest flying car, has a theoretical speed far greater than even the best ground vehicle. However, in urban areas, due to traffic control, speeding cars are more of a status symbol, and the speed that can usually run is less than 10% of the theoretical maximum speed.

In fact, customers who buy flying cars also enjoy the sense of nobility when they land gracefully on social occasions.

Therefore, if the speed is increased to the limit close to self-destruct from the beginning, then the traditional vehicle crawling on the ground can also catch up with the speeding car in the idling state.

For no reason, Jiang Zhou suddenly thought of the Icarus Liberation Front, which was crushed and crippled like bugs, and the super corporations that were as high as gods.

Self-destruction and idle speed, ants and gods.

He thought it was an excellent metaphor.

"Turn ahead!"

At this time, the old snake pointed forward and shouted in horror.

"I saw it earlier, no need to remind!"

Jiang Zhou laughed and slammed the steering wheel, the vehicle almost turned sharply against the track, and the universal tires left a series of sparks on the road.

As a result, the Traffic Management Bureau issued another ticket for "road damage".

"Where the hell did you learn driving skills from?"

"Learned from my dad in Hawaii, hahahaha."

Speaking of a stalk that no one in this era should remember, Jiang Zhou suddenly turned the steering wheel back to the straight line, and then slightly released the accelerator.

The signal received by the on-board computer showed that the speed of the speeding car had gradually slowed down.

It looks like it's almost here.

…………

The guest that Shen Lan met with came alone, without bodyguards.

Of course no bodyguards are needed.

Deep Blue thought to herself.

An adjustment person with a depth of 3 is a very destructive human weapon in itself.

The White-Black siblings are holding monomolecular samurai swords, standing behind Deep Blue on one left and one on the right. The reflex nerves of the two have been strengthened, allowing them to chop off the wings of flies in mid-air within one-twentieth of a second. .

The reception room is equipped with the same type of security system as the government building in the resettlement area, which can continuously monitor the physiological indicators of the visitors. Once they detect even the slightest attack intention of a visitor, they will turn the other party into a hornet's nest within a heartbeat.

However, even such security measures could not bring even the slightest sense of security to Deep Blue.

After all, these things are nothing more than technologies developed by humans in the final analysis.

And what is installed on the person in front of him is all the miracles left over from the era of "big shock" and super artificial intelligence. If those technologies are seriously analyzed, it is enough to make all the physics textbooks in the world rewrite from the first chapter.

Even if monkeys polish sticks and stones to the extreme, they are still inferior to modern guns.

Therefore, even for the owner of the "Dark Blue Interval Bar", an adjuster with depth 3 is also a customer that she must treat carefully.

"Mr. Booker Irwin, the head of the intelligence service of the Icarus Liberation Front..."

Seeing the other party walk in, Shen Lan got up to greet him.

"It's the commander in chief."

The man corrected:

"Your intelligence shouldn't make this kind of mistake. I've been in charge of Icarus since Kerrett died in battle in the warehouse of Theseus."

As the man spoke, he sat casually across from Shenlan.

Generally speaking, due to the prosthetic transformation, the adjusted person will appear somewhat larger than the normal person——the deeper the degree, the more so. However, the adjusted person with depth 3 in front of him is no different from a normal person in terms of appearance alone, and even looks thinner and taller.

"I'm afraid that for you, the status of Commander Icarus is just a drag now."

Deep Blue euphemistically expressed that the current Icarus has already become a street rat at the bottom of the resettlement area.

Booker sneered, seeing through the other party's temptation at a glance.

"If I didn't have this identity, how would you be willing to negotiate terms with me?"

"Mr. Booker, please don't underestimate your influence as a depth 3 adjuster."

"Come on, tell me clearly, what do those old guys on the tenth floor want?"

Booker waved his hands impatiently.

The tenth floor of the resettlement area is the office floor of the interim government. In Nord Settlement, people often refer to the whole government by "ten floors".

When she was directly pointed out who was behind her, Shen Lan's expression did not show any panic, she replied frankly:

"What I'm going to say next has nothing to do with the government of the resettlement area, and I'm just speaking as an ordinary citizen in the border area—in a word, I very much hope that the Icarus Liberation Front can maintain the second to fifth basement as before. Maintain the basic order at the upper level, and don’t let the refugees swarm up.”

"Do you think we don't want to? Or, you haven't figured out the current situation of Icarus, and you think that the punishment troops of Pluto Deep Diving Company came underground in the resettlement area just to go to the slums for company team building? "

Booker seemed to be annoyed by her, and he got up impatiently. Seeing this, the two siblings behind Shen Lan unconsciously slid their hands to the handle of the knife.

"You two don't move."

Raising her hand to stop the two people from being stupid, Shen Lan took a deep breath.

Talking to a humanoid weapon that can kill the entire bar at any time like a play has given her a lot of pressure—especially, it is rumored that these adjusters have unstable mental index and moody emotions due to excessive transformation , prone to mental problems.

"However, the current weakness in your organization is only temporary, right?"

Deep Blue said.

Booker shrugged noncommittally, but sat down anyway.

"The Icarus Liberation Front is not the kind of gang association at the bottom of the resettlement area that relies on violence to maintain it. You are an organization with a clear program. Although you have suffered huge losses, as long as the organizational structure is in place, you will be able to restore the previous scale sooner or later.

"So, as a citizen of the Nord resettlement area, I sincerely hope that you can regain your vitality as soon as possible and maintain the order in the underground area as soon as possible. To this end, we are even willing to provide you with some necessary help."

Deep Blue continued.

"but?"

Booker asked.

It's time to make a condition.

Dark Blue nodded, and continued:

"However, all of this is based on the premise that you still control the universal printer... During this time, there have been some rumors that the universal printer held by the Icarus Liberation Front has now disappeared. Lost the activation authority. Or, that authority was obtained by some other force.

"I sincerely hope that this rumor can be extinguished as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to convince some people to continue to believe in your ability to maintain order in the underground area."

Hearing this, Booker stood up again and said:

"Don't worry, those are just rumors... we'll prove it soon."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to Shenlan.

The two shook hands, indicating that they had reached a certain consensus on this matter.

The government of the resettlement area does not have enough budget and energy to maintain order in the underground area. Since some people are willing to take advantage of this, they are naturally willing to throw away this burden. However, due to the pressure of Pluto Deep Diving Company, they can't support it too clearly, so they can only use the middleman here in the Deep Blue Space Bar as an intermediary.

But the premise is that Icarus must prove that they still have the ability to maintain order after being hit by Pluto's deep dive company.

Therefore, the universal printer became the key to the whole thing.

Now that the person in charge of Icarus said that things are still under their control. Then those "old men" on the tenth floor are naturally willing to wait and see for a while.

The overall discussion was successful, and the rest of the minutiae had to be dealt with by the people below. Deep Blue let out a long sigh of relief.

Before Booker turned around to leave, probably to ease the serious atmosphere, Deep Blue suddenly said:

"Speaking of which, the child you sent before was really rude."

"It was sent before?"

Booker stopped in his tracks.

"who?"

Nowadays, all members of the organization who can be contacted should be on standby on the third to seventh floors of the basement.

"That's it, the special identification code on him belongs to your Icarus frequency band."

Seeing that the other party was also full of doubts, Deep Blue turned on the projector and released the surveillance records in the hotel.

She hesitated whether to say something about the other party's brain opening.

And looking at the young man in the peaked cap, Booker showed a puzzled expression for the first time.

"Liao Qi?"

"But he shouldn't have..."