Bionic Era

"What does Xiong Zhuang think?" Lu Wen asked again.

"I think... It feels like humans are quite sincere this time, and they put forward so many conditions and tried their best to get the bionic alliance to sign."

Xiong Zhuang also accepted Lu Wen's influence at first, thinking it might be a scam.

But then the news came.

The Bionic Alliance has signed a treaty with humans.

There are many unfair conventions in it.

The negotiation lasted for several days, and some human congressmen were not acclimatized.

"Humans put so much effort into getting us to sign, and they have an advantage. If they really want to fight, there is no need to spend those days trying to negotiate with us." Xiong Zhuang said.

Lu Wen nodded.

Sure enough, it was a wise decision to let Huang Liang lead the organization.

Xiong Zhuang's thinking is not human enough.

All in all...a bit wishful thinking.

Xiong Zhuang has been influenced by him, so he still thinks so.

The guys from the Bionic Human Alliance were at the scene, and after the entire negotiation process, they must have been dazzled by the joy of building the city.

"Can you tell me about those treaties?" Fang Zhou asked.

"I'll pass it on to you directly."

Lu Wen held Fang Zhou's hand and passed on all the contents of the final signing of the treaty to him.

Fang Zhou glanced at it quickly, frowned, and said: "Generally speaking, the harsher the treaty given by humans, the more it shows that they sincerely want to sign the contract, rather than perfunctory. This treaty...is really enough harsh."

"Look, even you think so." Lu Wen smiled.

"In short, regardless of the sincerity of human beings, it is a very stupid thing for the bionic alliance to expose the coordinates of the city. This is actually one of the first conditions agreed." Fang Zhou said.

"If it were you, what would you do?" Lu Wen asked.

"I don't agree with building a city, but if you really want to build it... go to the southernmost, colder place, covered with snow, and build a city underground."

Ark's suggestion is quite consistent with Eden's second plan.

...

Outside the city in the treaty, the smoke and dust are indiscriminate.

All kinds of large machinery are operating day and night.

Androids don't need to rest.

The construction of the city went smoothly.

But the anxiety in Martin's heart became more and more serious.

He has been observing for several days

The longer I stay, the more it feels wrong, and I can't tell what is wrong.

But his intuition as a human being told him that things would not be so simple.

"Hey, do you really not consider our suggestion?"

Martin once again raised the idea of ​​going further south and building real and false cities.

"The work of building the city has already begun. If we suddenly have a large-scale transfer, humans will have doubts." Ma Bo said.

"There is no need for a large-scale transfer." Martin waved his hand, "Just like you did before, break it up into parts, take small-scale actions, and move to the south slowly with a single organization as a unit. As for this city, you can still continue to build , build a fake city, and give those humans an illusion."

There are already more than ten million bionics gathered outside this city.

Every day, there are still a steady stream of bionics, either organizations or individuals, joining the group resting outside the city.

The more people there are, the more dangerous Martin feels.

He felt as if a great sword was hanging above the city, waiting for the bionics to gather completely and then destroy it all at once.

"We thank Eden for his kindness, but now we have reached this point, and humans have satellite monitoring. Many satellites in orbit will scan the no-man's land every one and a half hours. Even if we transfer on a small scale, if the number If it is too dense, it will be discovered." A leader of the bionic alliance said.

"Eden can help block the satellite surveillance in no man's land, as long as you... oh..." Looking at the expressions of the bionic people, Martin knew that it would be useless to talk.

These guys won't listen.

As a human being, he is actually a different kind in this place full of bionics.

Those androids actually didn't fully trust him.

Even if the two bionics behind him could prove his identity, it was still useless.

...

Mowu City.

The pale golden light of dawn shone on every street.

The city is sunny today.

Lu Wen and Wei Bo'an encountered a lot of trouble these days.

Someone pretended to be a wandering poet and spread false news on those social platforms. The fans of those wandering poets were instantly excited and spread the saying that "the wandering poet is not dead".

Wei Boan is indeed not dead yet.

It's just that the recognized wandering poet is Feng Fugui.

"Those guys who spread fake news have already been caught. They don't even know how to hide their IPs, and they dare to use Internet public opinion like others." Wei Bo'an took a sip of Xiaoyu Porridge and told Lu Wen the news.

"I heard that the mayor came to you yesterday." Lu Wen did not act with Wei Boan yesterday.

He had to go back to the thirteenth arrondissement often.

Create the illusion for outsiders that Xia Chuluo is still recuperating inside and needs his care.

"En." Wei Bo'an nodded.

"What did he say to you? Tell you to do a good job?"

"Basically, that old guy." Wei Boan said: "That old guy called a group of news media and praised me in front of everyone, saying that I have done a good job during this time, and I am very hypocritical. If I didn't know that he did I was really deceived by him about the things that happened to me.”

...

Thirteenth District.

Standing at the gate of the executive bureau, Wu Yu sorted out all the things that needed to be done today.

Gong Liangyu was still wearing a white robe, strolling on the streets of the city, while Luo Xunfeng was watching him, worried that something might happen to him.

"The old man has a white head and a bright head, but he walks like flying, and his breath is steady. It looks like he has been exercising regularly." Someone who did morning exercises greeted Gong Liangyu.

"Where is it, I can't compare to you young people." Gong Liangyu responded with a smile.

The morning light shone on his white robe, rendering a faint golden glow.

His white beard and hair fluttered in the morning wind.

Looking at it, it feels a bit dusty.

During this period of time, Wu Yu got closer to Luo Xunfeng.

According to Luo Xunfeng, the Floating Void City is actually not as stable as it looks from the outside world, and there are factions in that city.

Each of the old councilors is a separate faction, and there are some battles with each other.

For Gong Liangyu's faction, the younger generation has nothing outstanding, and they are all gnawing at their laurels.

Luo Xunfeng belongs to another faction, but he is now the head deacon of the entire Floating Void City deacon, and he does not agree with the so-called faction in his heart, so every old councilor believes in him.

"Wu Xiaoyou, have you finished your work in Mowu City? When can you come back to Floating City with us?" Gong Liangyu asked.

"When are you going to do it?" Wu Yu asked back.

"Soon...soon."

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Good night, fellow readers!