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Looking at Duwei's smile, McKell's face remained calm.

He just looked around and quickly constructed an initial impression of the Salvation Alliance based on the surrounding situation.

Then he spoke:

"So...there are only four of us in this Salvation Alliance?"

Seeing that McCael had automatically inserted himself into his own camp, Duwei's smile became even more sincere.

The Salvation League is an organization he formed himself. The addition of McKell not only means that he has the emergence of a top thug, but also means that this organization has been officially established.

According to Du Wei's experience, as long as he participates in a rescue plan and successfully saves people from their supposed death, he will receive a lifespan reward.

So wait until this branch incident of eradicating the Princeton force of the Bloody Hand faction is completed.

He could have asked McKell and Finch to work together to save the lives of those "irrelevant numbers".

As long as it is in the name of the Salvation Alliance, theoretically Du Wei should be able to receive a lifespan reward.

However, this theory still needs to be verified.

But no matter what, at least a good beginning has come.

So Du Wei's smile at this time can be said to be sincere.

"Of course not, this is just a prototype of the alliance.

If we want to deal with the high table, just a few of us will naturally not be enough.

But if we only deal with the Blood Hand faction’s forces in Princeton, then the four of us are enough.”

McKell was noncommittal about this. To be honest, the main reason why he was willing to come here was because of Duwei.

He was very curious about Du Wei's origin.

After all, there are not many guys who can possess such peak human skills.

Such as him when he was young.

You must know that at that time, he was the most outstanding person in the black ops commando team.

To be selected as a Black Ops Commando, you must be at least among the top ten in the Marine Corps to be eligible.

Then they have to compete with the elites selected by other troops, and the best one can be selected to be selected into the Black Ops Commando Team.

If we count from the audition, the elimination rate is as high as one in 10,000.

So until McKell faked his death and escaped, the number of black ops commandos did not exceed 30.

There is no one as young as Du Wei.

So when McKell spoke again, what he was asking for was a formal, unabashed, and sincere self-introduction:

"I think trust is the most important factor in a team.

What I need is a teammate who can take a bullet for me, not a traitor who stabs me in the back.

Then I think we should start by getting to know each other.

For the record, I'm McKell, a former black ops commando, a dead man."

After McKell opened his mouth, Reese was the first to speak:

"You can call me Reese, a former Air Force Special Forces member and former CIA agent, who is also dead."

"Ah, what a coincidence, I am Finch, a technical nerd, and also a dead person."

After hearing that the self-introductions all contained descriptions of dead people, the three of them looked at each other and smiled in unison.

Of course, they are not really dead, but they all use fake death to break away from their original identities.

Then the three of them looked at the person who could be said to be the convener - Du Wei.

Although Finch already knew Du Wei's information very well.

But he always felt that the current Du Wei and the Du Wei in the data were two different people, both in character and behavior.

After hearing the nightclub operation reported by Reese, Finch confirmed this.

As a medical student in the past, Du Wei hated the existence of firearms and even participated in several anti-gun demonstrations.

Although the march was of little use, the state government even slapped them in the face and relaxed the authority to carry guns indoors.

But all signs indicate that Du Wei is a guy who supports the non-gun-free existence of civilians.

But right now, when Du Wei picks up the gun, it's like he's transformed into Satan.

In Riise's words, Du Wei had no mercy at that time, and killing was just a cold task for him.

Such people either have a deeply hidden underground identity, or they have an emotional deficit disorder.

Finch prefers the former.

Now it depends on whether Du Wei is willing to tell his identity and background as frankly as they did.

Seeing everyone turning their attention to him, Du Wei smiled slightly and began to formally introduce himself.

"Hello everyone, my name is Du Wei, and I am an intern in the diagnostic department at Princeton University Hospital.

At the same time, I am also a night shift doctor at the Continental Hotel, and I am also a sharer of machine vision.

But unfortunately the price for all this was that I got a brain tumor.

You are dead people, and I am a dying person."

When McKell heard Duwei's introduction for the first time, his face was full of disbelief.

Compared with the sincere introductions of the three people, Du Wei did not explain at all why he had such good skills.

Is this something a patient with terminal cancer can do?

But as soon as he thought about this, Du Wei continued:

"Oh, by the way, the new friends may not know the existence of the 'machine' yet.

Simply put, the 'machine' can use its super computing power to analyze the best solution to the current situation in one second.

For example, just now in the nightclub, the 'machine' told me how to kill five enemies in six seconds.

In this way you will roughly understand the role of the ‘machine’.”

After listening to Du Wei's explanation, McKell's pupils suddenly shrank into a point:

"It's impossible, it's impossible for such a machine to exist!"

Seeing that McCael did not believe in the existence of the machine, Duwei looked at Finch.

Finch had no choice but to put aside his doubts and explained to McKell:

"No, it really exists, because I made it, although there is a certain amount of luck in it.

But it is undeniable that the saying that technology nerds change the world is indeed correct.

Later, I will show you what the machine really does - to warn you of danger.

As for Du Wei's appearance, it was just a special case, and I couldn't figure out what the situation was.

Okay, now that everyone has talked about it today.

So now I need to ask Du Wei a question, what exactly caused your temperament to change drastically?"

Du Wei blinked. He had already anticipated Finch's question.

After all, his predecessor and himself were two completely different people, and he did not want or want to imitate his predecessor's acting style.

Because of that kind of behavior, Du Wei was destined to die on the day he traveled through time.

So it is normal for Du Wei to be found to have different personalities.

Du Wei said seriously:

"As we all know, we live in three-dimensional space, but just like ants never look up at the sky.

We will never understand the existence of four, five or even higher dimensions.

So, I really died, but a higher-dimensional existence pulled me back.

When I came back to life again, I suddenly realized that the existence that brought me back must have its own meaning.

Rather than dragging out a living, it is better to burn yourself vigorously and illuminate the dark lives of others.

This is my original intention in forming the Salvation Alliance.

I want these sentient beings not to have to live under fear or under the shadow of a high table!"

This mixture of truth and falsehood can be said to be impeccable.

Anyway, no one can explain such things as death and resurrection.

Then it is always right to push to higher dimensions.

Again, this is Schrödinger's cat.

If you can't prove that higher-dimensional beings don't have the ability to resurrect, then you can't prove that Du Wei's words are false.

Moreover, it is normal for a person's temperament to change drastically after he or she survives a disaster.

Even in the late stages of cancer, it is common for the temper to become extremely bad.

So it would make sense if Du Wei really thought he had died and thus changed his personality.

At least that's what Finch thinks.

By now the remaining grudge in his heart had disappeared.

There was even a look of distress for Du Wei in his eyes.

A patient with terminal brain cancer still has to worry about so many things. How much perseverance did Du Wei have to do this?

Finch didn't know, he only knew that in order to maintain his calmness on the surface, Du Wei was taking bottle after bottle of analgesics behind his back.

This also proves that what Du Wei said about brain cancer is absolutely true.

Even if Du Wei died suddenly and suddenly, Finch wouldn't be surprised.

Because today has already passed the time of death predicted by the doctor.

Every step Du Wei takes is like dancing on a 10,000-meter steel wire. For being able to hold on until now, Finch doesn't know whether Du Wei is pitiful or admirable.

Reese and Finch also had similar ideas.

The two of them are like-minded people and have roughly the same understanding of things.

And Michael, one of the three, even remembered a book he had just read - "The Old Man and the Sea".

How similar is Du Wei's current state to that old man?

In the face of many difficulties, never give in!

I vow to cut this dark sky and let light shine on the earth again!

Even if you know you can't do anything, you still have to face it head on. Such a brave man deserves to be followed!

McKell stepped forward and hugged Duwei gently:

"Don't worry, even if you die, I will inherit your last wish for you.

As long as I am still here, I will fight against the high table to the end!"

With McKell taking the lead, the tall Riise also stepped forward and hugged Duwei.

He didn't say anything, but the warm hug proved everything.

And Finch also limped up to him and assured him:

"As McKell said, I am willing to use my whole life to swear that I will always fight to protect the weak, even if I die again."

Du Wei was a little overwhelmed by this sudden warmth.

He's not dead yet, so why does he act like he's about to die?

"Stop it, stop it, I'm still fine.

It's not necessary, it's really not necessary. I have to see the high table collapse before I can rest in peace.

Now that everyone has established initial trust, we can talk about the next plan."

At Du Wei's suggestion, everyone sat down in the converted conference room on the second floor of the library.

Du Wei used his mobile phone to project a few photos on the projection screen behind him.

"This person is the warning the machine gave us, a professional killer from out of town, Teddy.

He is not affiliated with the Continental Hotel system in various places, but is a member of Gaotai Table's exclusive imperial guard.

He came here to do what he is best at - killing people.

He has temporary supreme jurisdiction over all the forces of the Blood Hand faction here.

In other words, when he comes here, he will take over and unite all the forces of the Blood Hand faction to find the murderer of the nightclub case, which is us.

Therefore, the current plan given by the machine is to destroy the foundation of the Blood Hand faction's oil, weapons smuggling, counterfeit banknote printing and other industries as much as possible before he comes.

In this way, other forces will take advantage of the situation and seize market share.

Most of the forces in the Blood Hand Sect will also be involved in this and have no time to worry about it.

We can take advantage of the fierce fight between the two sides and directly destroy the Bloody Hand faction's hideout in Princeton.

Even with better luck, the other party can also be dealt with, and Princeton can be restored to peace.

So, is there anything else you want to say?"

Michael, who was sitting at the bottom, suddenly said:

"I only have one question, is the intelligence provided by this machine reliable?

Unreliable intelligence could kill us all."

Du Wei smiled:

"Don't worry, the probability of the machine analyzing it through big data is as high as 99%.

So what I just said is almost inevitable.

Regarding this point, I think Finch can give you a more definite answer."

Finch nodded and opened the wall full of social security numbers and photos as usual:

"These are all 'irrelevant numbers' spit out by the machine, and behind each social security number represents a violent incident.

And after all my years of collecting information, the machine has never missed one.

So you can trust what Du Wei said."

McKell nodded and said he had no problem.

Duwei then gave McKell information about a ship carrying oil arriving at the port, and gave Rise information about a counterfeit banknote manufacturing factory hidden in a meat factory.

After doing all this, Du Wei rubbed his temples on both sides to slightly relieve his swollen head:

"The rest is up to you. I'm overloaded now."

The three of them nodded to express their understanding.

From their perspective, Du Wei, who could connect to the machine's field of vision, would have to put in a lot of effort to get a glimpse of the countless flashing images.

The human brain is far inferior to machines. Du Wei was able to tell them a complete description of the scene. I don’t know how much effort he put in behind the scenes.

"I called a taxi for you and we will arrive at the intersection in five minutes. Go back and rest early."

"Thank you."

Du Weiqiang propped up his deteriorating body and walked outside.

The three of them looked at Du Wei's leaving figure and couldn't help but become worried.

"Why do I feel that his condition is much worse than when we first met?"

Rise nodded and said:

"Indeed, there is a huge difference between his current appearance and his appearance not long ago when he was killing everyone in the nightclub.

It gives me the feeling that we are two different people.”

McKell frowned and asked:

"Is it true that there is nothing that can be done about his illness?"

Finch thought for a while and replied:

"There is a way to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. According to the information I obtained, Du Wei has always concealed his condition, so he has not undergone surgery to remove the tumor.

If the tumor is removed, he should be able to survive for a long time with active treatment.

Then he would have to spend all day with the white walls of the hospital, and he probably wouldn't have made this choice."

McKell sighed softly.

"It's a pity. Although he has the help of machines, he is indeed the young man with the best psychological quality I have ever seen."

Rise looked at the address of the counterfeit banknote factory recorded in his hand:

"All we can do now is to complete what he told us perfectly. Du Wei, you have to hold on and don't die."

…

Compared to the three people who still need to guess.

Du Wei knows his physical condition better than anyone else.

Two days of life were consumed today, but not enough was replenished.

Therefore, when the health status of saving people's welfare disappears, the rebound will be particularly rapid.

There is even a double image in his eyes now.

Du Wei didn't have much choice in this situation.

Or choose to continue to consume your lifespan to keep your brain awake.

Or just rely on excessive doses of analgesics to suppress the pain in your head.

Obviously the only option Du Wei can choose now is the latter.

Duwei, lying in the back seat of the Bentley, swallowed bottle after bottle of analgesics.

The effectiveness of painkillers is diminishing.

He must complete the branch tasks in the salvation ambition as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the pain in his head alone would prevent him from doing anything.

Du Wei finally returned to the Continental Hotel in extreme nausea.

Karen at the front desk looked at the pale Du Wei and said with concern:

"Do I need to call a doctor for you?"

Du Wei smiled miserably:

"Am I not just a doctor? Do I need others to see me?

Don't worry, you won't die, you just need to go back and sleep.

By the way, if there are new targeted drugs for brain tumors, remember to keep an eye out for me, the price is not an issue."

Karen naturally chose to respect the member's choice. He immediately contacted the pharmacy to check the inventory of relevant drugs.

After Du Wei stumbled back to the room.

Karen then got a reply from the pharmacy.

There are new drugs, they just need Winston's approval.

Karen, who was dedicated to her duties, naturally contacted Winston, who was still working in the bar.

Winston, who had already learned about Du Wei's health condition through intelligence, smiled slightly.

Du Wei can't hold on any longer?

Do you still want to trade lives with the high table?

It is still unknown whether Du Wei will be able to see the sun tomorrow morning.

Winston thought for a while and then said to Karen:

"Give it to him. Byron Pharmaceuticals has not conducted EAP clinical trials on new drugs.

Let him be the first patient in the trial.

It's up to him whether he dares to use it or not."

With Winston's consent.

Soon Du Wei received the new targeted drug brought by Karen.

Sure enough, for a behemoth like a high-end table, it is easy to get some new drugs that are not yet on the market.

This is undoubtedly good news for Du Wei.

Cancer cells have not developed resistance to this new targeted drug.

This means that with this injection, he can be happy for a long time.

As for this injection, since it is an experimental product, the high price of ten gold coins is secondary.

As for the side effects.

Du Wei himself has medical experience, so he naturally knows that new drugs that can reach EAP clinical trials have actually gone through multiple rounds of trials before.

The side effects of new drugs that have made it this far are nothing compared to deadly tumors.

In other words, he is actually a new subject of EAP clinical trials.

This is probably one of the reasons why Winston is willing to use new drugs on Duwei.

But something is better than nothing.

Du Wei didn't hesitate too much and stabbed himself directly.