bloom america

Chapter 1297 Xia Zhihua (1)

"I'm afraid no one can explain clearly what life is."

In the empty and dark hall, a naked girl walked forward.

"Maybe its origin is just a chemical reaction. Maybe our thinking is just a ridiculous reaction of electrical signals."

Her long golden hair reaches to her ankles.

"Maybe everything is just an insignificant coincidence of the universe. Maybe the so-called 'living' is meaningless."

She stopped.

The bodies on the ground had been cleaned up long ago, but the blood stains still remained.

"but……"

She walked onto the platform.

The machine starts to start.

"We're still here... aren't we?"

On both sides of the platform, the mechanical arms began to rise, and then sprayed black viscous liquid on the girl.

Immediately afterwards, the robotic arm stopped, and the viscous liquid gathered on the girl's body, but seemed to turn into a piece of clothing.

The robotic arm began to flip over, revealing the equipment underneath.

The girl put her arms into the gauntlets and put her feet into high-heeled iron boots.

"Attacker One is installed."

The mechanical voice is emotionless.

But this came from the girl's own bad taste, which made her a little excited.

The back of the gauntlet was opened, and two rows of bullets surrounded it.

"The remaining ammunition is 200*2."

The magazine compartment was closed, and the girl clenched her fist.

Feel good.

"Artificial muscle fiber reinforcement is completed, and the output is set to 500%."

She moved her feet again.

Two streams of gas were sprayed out from the back of the high-heeled iron boots.

"Jet set in good condition. Dressing in good condition."

"Well, whether the game is interesting or not is my business. What is the meaning of life... Ha, only a fool would pay attention to this thing..."

She raised her head.

"The password...Song of the sky."

The lights above the hall began to light up.

"The current time is 9:15 a.m. on May 26, 1983. Welcome, Miss Catherine Edson."

"Song of the Sky is starting."

There is only one thing that can open this existence called Song of the Sky...

The reason why Song of the Sky is able to sail to the Middle East is also because of this thing.

Her name is...Catherine Edson.

The only "key".

"The neural computer system is functioning normally."

In this world where life sciences are extremely advanced, brain-controlled computers are also developing.

The neural computer composed of neural chips and brains is the most brilliant existence among them.

Close to the existence of artificial intelligence.

"After all, this is a living brain..."

She picked up her own C10 sniper rifle and stood at the gate.

At this time, the valve is being opened.

"Now...it's game time."

Automatic machine guns are already aimed at this place...

The last scene of the highlight.

…

Time goes back to a month ago.

April 26, 1983.

When Brad woke up from the hospital, Wang Shaotang had already disappeared.

Although he knew this was a natural thing, Brad still smiled reluctantly.

The mission... failed.

When the RPG shot from nowhere destroyed their car, Brad was seriously injured.

And naturally his next task will be impossible to complete.

In fact, when the tape completely disappeared from Brad's sight, he had already failed.

As for Wang Shaotang, his impact is obviously smaller than Brad.

When Brad was transferred to Riyadh, Wang Shaotang had left.

"Submarine, probably have been taken for a long time ...?"? "

He sighed like this.

I just do n’t know, who will this submarine get it?

Brad was a little curious.

I was thrown in this place and ignored it. In the final analysis, Brad was just a small pawn.

No one cares about the fate of such a chess piece.

Everyone's eyes are concentrated on the submarine.

"But if it is only because it is more advanced than the Ohio level, why are there so many people to snatch it? Will there be anything else on this submarine?"

Brad frowned.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at the heartbeat sensor that he was posted on his right chest. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"This thing seems to be more complicated than expected ..."

What exactly can make the Soviets, Americans do not hesitate, and even dare to kill the ring in the city?

What is it, can the people around this be crazy?

What is it. Can it attract ... Wang Shaotang's interest?

Just a submarine?

No.

Never.

But what exactly is the hidden element?

"咚."

The door of the ward was knocked.

"Brex, this gentleman, my name ... my name is Rashid ..."

"Ahem ... I think we may be able to talk about Semira's matter ..."

The sound is a bit implicit.

"Sorry, I don't know any Simira."

"No, you should know."

This sentence is another voice.

At this time, the door has been opened.

A black ghost.

Yes, it is almost the same as Wang Shaotang.

Brad almost came out.

But he immediately realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

The other party hangs a reporter's certificate.

"Fatima".

This is the name of the other party.

Nympho

On the other side.

"Damn, there is no key. We can't open the door at all ..."

Zakayev walked back and forth.

The Indian girl named Anucha Samma, at this time, clenched her teeth, and her hand rushed on the keyboard.

The sweat flowed down from her two sidewalks, but she didn't care.

Finally, the girl lamented, and she really stood up.

"No, although I have unlocked the previous defense. However, the final layer of the final defense, but I am not an opponent, unless you equip me with two blade series of supercomputers. Otherwise

It takes at least ten years. "

"Give you two computers, how long can you complete it?"

Macarov asked.

"That's fast. As long as one -tenth is expected ... that is, one year."

In this way, Macarov came over extremely corruptly, and then picked up the girl's face.

"But now, we will retreat at any time! As long as the Soviets or Americans approach, we will evacuate!"

Before, because of pressure, the small stocks of Yemen had evacuated.

But the situation is weird. At this time, no U.S. military came, nor did the Soviets come.

Because at this time ... the key disappeared.

Such a big submarine cannot be transported secretly. The target is too big.

"The Americans and the Soviet Union must know that we can't take this thing away, so they are not in a hurry!"

Makarov immediately thought of this possibility.

Zakayev also frowned.

"No, it's impossible. No matter how advanced the technology is, it will always be deciphered!"

Shama came out to refute.

"I don't care about the Americans and the Soviets, but I know. I have a chance to decipher this code!"

"What if your opponent is a person who is more powerful than you? In other words, it is precisely because of the existence of such a person or 'person' that the Americans and Soviets took time to start tossing? There is no key,

No one can start this machine..."

This is Zakaev almost speaking to himself.

"If the other party is a hacker who is similar to me or more powerful than me, theoretically, I will not be able to decipher the other party's password."

Shama frowned.

"But, are there any living people here?"

Unless the people inside had stored food for more than a month, they would have probably starved to death long ago.

If you don't starve to death, you will die of thirst; if you don't die of thirst, you will also suffocate due to lack of oxygen.

Zakayev had already explored it when he arrived, and they found that the submarine was in a closed state and the ventilation equipment inside was not open at all.

In other words, even if there are people, they probably won't survive now.

"But...this is the only possibility."

Zakayev put one arm on his waist.

"This is the only possibility now. Otherwise, why haven't we seen someone yet? It's not just the Americans and the Soviets who are dealing with each other. Or, they should have known the whereabouts of the key by now, but this key...

…but not here.”

Only that key can open the door.

"But the submarine belongs to the Americans. It's impossible for them to have no backup, right?"

Makarov is weird.

Then, Zakayev shook his head and took out the documents he had obtained before from his pocket.

"Unfortunately, this really doesn't exist. Because according to the information I got, this submarine was to be delivered to Mithril, so when -, they only kept one key, and the rest were completely destroyed.

.After it is delivered, Mithril can change the password by himself."

But as a result, just halfway, a problem occurred...

Even Makarov found that things were starting to become complicated.

Although they are known as the "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse," they are still weak in front of the Americans.

Their biggest support is only the warlords in Yemen.

"Then what should we do? We...retreat?"

Makarov asked.

Zakayev took out a cigar and Makarov lit it for him.

After finishing his cigar in silence, Zakayev spoke: "We will wait."

"Are you going to continue?" Makarov glanced at Shama, and the Indian woman looked back at Makarov with the same dissatisfaction.

"No, we are waiting for the Soviets or Americans to contact us."

Is it cooperation?!