Cyber Heroes

Broadcaster Babbitt stood in front of the half-collapsed "execution platform" and felt extremely dreamy.

Although the broadcaster has no force, he is still a charlatan after all. They will still face hostility from the government. Therefore, most broadcasters have a "hiding" instinct.

And Babbitt's sense of smell is also very keen. During Matsushima Hiro's battle with the lord, he did not go to class but worked part-time in the city. Or, in the words of Lord Noneme, "conducting a kind of fieldwork." After learning that there was a "problem in the martial arts area", his first reaction was to leave, put on a spare prosthetic leg in a hidden place, and insert as many decorative plug-ins as possible.

His caution and poor martial arts prevented the Rangers from paying special attention to him. After Jayhawk City gradually fell into chaos, he wandered around the city and recorded.

——To leave. Tell people in other cities what happened here.

Babbitt thought so. This is what he thinks he should do most.

He will hide until the closure is over.

Babbitt came to this place originally just for observation.

But when he saw the asylum seekers begin firing into the crowd, he stood up.

However, the situation was not so bad that he needed to sacrifice his life.

The power hidden in the dark broke out in time.

Babbitt saw the numerous shelter positions being destroyed silently. The knight seemed to have jumped out of the cracks in the ground.

The crowd surged across the blockade like a tidal wave.

Before he knew it, Babbitt was standing on the execution platform. The higher weight of the prosthetic man makes it difficult for the gabion net to withstand so much trampling. The sand and soil broke through the gabions, causing the collapse. Babbitt had one foot stuck in the sand.

It was around this time that he heard music and a song he had heard before.

Suddenly, a signal came in.

"Hello? Brother Babbitt?"

"Ah? Lord Nonem?" Babbitt was stunned. Not many people know this contact information. And this tone was probably familiar to him.

"Oh, it's true that we're still in Jayhawk City. Where are you now? Can you see the Jayhawk Building?"

Babbitt raised his head: "You can see..."

"There must be a telescope. There is something hanging hundreds of floors up... If not, I will watch the live broadcast later. I will look for a drone to take pictures of it..."

Babbitt said: "Heroes, are you the one who did it this time?"

"So be it." Hero Nonem said, "Listen brother, I have something to help you with. You are the professional in this area. There will be a performance later, please help us spread it. ?”

"Performance? What do you mean? Hello? Hello? Lord Nonem?"

Babbitt was momentarily confused.

Until a few minutes later.

Suddenly there were exclamations from the crowd. A "fireball" crashed through the wall and emerged from the interior of the Jayhawk Building. Because its height was so high, people didn't see what it was for a while.

Those who followed the live broadcast were the first to realize the truth.

There was really a high-altitude drone hovering there, recording the moment when the huge prosthetic man's head was torn off.

At that moment, even the Protector's army stopped moving.

The lord...the invincible lord, his head was ripped off like an ordinary person!

A small number of non-commissioned officers and middle-level personnel also saw the black sphere hanging with the lord's head.

It was the head of a scientific knight.

They soon realized who it was.

Several of Amilcarre's cronies clamored crazily in the channel, demanding that all troops go to the rescue.

Then many searchlights focused on that point. The Jayhawk Building is a super building in the city. In this place where private houses only have a few floors, a super building with thousands of floors is simply too tall.

Half the city could see that bright spot.

Perhaps the prosthetic eyes of most residents do not allow them to observe the lord from a distance. However, they can easily connect the light spots on the surface of the building with the images in the live broadcast.

The 300th, 500th and 900th floors of the Jayhawk Building sprayed out dozens or hundreds of rockets like salutes.

The lords were defeated within sight of them.

The lords begged for mercy wherever their eyes could reach them.

Lord, he died in front of everyone.

At this moment, many people felt that something in their souls had disappeared.

This feeling... is so wonderful...

The atmosphere gradually became feverish.

Xiangshan stood on the roof of the Songying Building again.

"Then, there's only one last thing left." Xiangshan said, taking over all the reproduction amplification equipment in the entire city and inserting his own voice into the live broadcast signal.

"Compatriots, comrades. I am the unknown knight who just killed Amircare Zhao."

"Amilcarre committed an unforgivable crime against the people of this city. Assyrian Ray Guderian used irregular human experiments and trampled on others. This is just one of the harms done to us by the patrons. A small part. With your help, I have recovered this small part."

"Next, I hope to give you a few final suggestions - disperse, go back, now is not the time. The government is still very powerful. We will defeat it one day, but unfortunately, it cannot be now."

The crowd gradually fell silent. The advancing crowd on the ground stopped, as if the water was gradually freezing.

Babbitt on the ground could easily feel the silence around him.

"I know, this is very difficult. Being able to come here means that the anger in your hearts has surpassed their bullets. However, anger without weapons cannot burn people. The protectors are not your parents, they will Take away your lives mercilessly."

"Such a huge confrontation is meaningless at this stage. I am here to give you some suggestions."

"Please remember the rules summarized by the guerrillas of the old era. Small-scale, dispersed actions can increase the cost of killing you. They have destroyed all the foundations of connection, but you still have your own way. resistance."

"In ancient times, there was an amazing smart man who created metal-based creatures to fight famine, and that's how we are now. Always remember that baseline humans, especially prosthetic baseline humans, have no influence on life. The need for supplies has been reduced to a minimum. Therefore, my first piece of advice is to 'survive on the sun like a plant'."

"If it is not necessary, don't work for such a world. Just bask in the sun and use the free Internet. At least on the Internet, our casual chatting may build a new culture."

"Then, if you have to work in exchange for a prosthetic body, then just cheat and cheat. Adding a handful of dirt to the recycled resources sold to the government is enough to be considered a kind of destruction."

"Also, steal their cameras. Dig out their monitors. Remove these things and wrap them in metal foil and put them in metal boxes. They are a resource in themselves. Remove any camera, It’s just a huge endorsement of chivalry.”

"Try not to become a soldier. But if you really encounter difficulties and you may die of illness and starvation if you don't become a soldier, then become a soldier. As well as many compatriots who are already soldiers, I dare not expect you to resist the supervision of AI. But , If you can sharpen foreign workers, then sharpen foreign workers. Also, when training in the martial arts field, try to be as ruthless as possible, and scrap their parts in vain. "

"If you have become a non-commissioned officer, a grassroots officer, then consciously occupy more resources. Hide the supplies privately."

"If you want to live a free life, start a family, and live on the earth according to the oldest way of life of mankind, then stay away from the city. Stop asking for shelter and organize your own armed forces. Metal powder ground into powder , and a blower, which can save you a lot of trouble.”

"Just do these things that are harmless but are not allowed to be expressed secretly. This is also a kind of guerrilla warfare, an equally amazing struggle. Now, the untrained weak cannot defeat the strong head-on, but when such small His rebellion was repeated countless times, and even the seemingly powerful government trembled."

"Even if we are dormant in the soil, we have countless ways to make the government uneasy."

"If you want to become a knight, remember the principle I just mentioned. 'Small-scale, dispersed actions can increase the cost of killing you.' Don't gather together in a meaningless way in order to seek a sense of security."

"However, please remember that you must lie dormant. Do not show your tendency to fight with force on the surface. If you remain dormant, it will be like a smoldering fire. I promise you that your anger and dissatisfaction will one day be able to Erupt openly and openly.”

"As long as you are willing to remember what I said today...then it will be our common victory."

Xiang Shan paused for a moment, leaving the people below to think.

Then, he clasped his hands in front of him.

It is said that this is a habit of the Ninth Martial God. Xiangshan heard this from Babbitt's story.

To be honest, "I imitate those who imitate me" sounds a bit weird, but Xiangshan has to admit that the Ninth Martial God does understand the art of performance.

"But then again, when will I know how to play the guitar..." Xiang Shan muttered, and then said to the audience outside the live broadcast: "Then, the last song is dedicated to everyone."

The music started and the lights gradually went out.

Singing to the mountains: "Hey, friends, facing this winter/We can only be guerrillas/Remember to bring your gun/Before we are left..."

Among the crowd, new commotion gradually emerged.

"Oh, the past is about to be obliterated/the future is far away and being changed/the trapped present/has become a long-lasting guerrilla war..."

"Running left and right in this world/The wild fire behind me can't be burned out/The vast spring breeze of life will regenerate/Live in despair and heat..."

At the edge of the crowd, someone had already turned around.

Although he may not have thought it through clearly, at this moment, the hero singing does have a kind of magic power, a kind of magical persuasion.

Xiang Shan continued to sing selflessly: "Hey, love, the world is very heroic/Those fiery seasons have been burned out/We survived until today/And then we meet each other sincerely

Oh, this city can no longer grow love/In the mountains and rivers, we dance freely/The rest of our lives when we meet/It is already a joyful youth! "

Residents who had planned to leave the city went on the road in silence. The carnival crowd gradually dispersed.

But their eyes have changed.

"Running left and right in this world/The wild fire behind me can't be burned out/The vast spring breeze of life will regenerate/Live in despair and heat..."

Babbitt looked up, with tears in his eyes: "This is... such shining chivalry... So this is..."

Xiang Shan walked to the edge of the rooftop. More manned fighter jets are approaching rapidly.

But it's time to end.

In the darkness, he jumped down the mountain.

But the singing has not stopped: "We are ready to take the big road/We are ready to take the small road/We are ready to take the straight road, the detour, and the night road/Through the day it is the road of night/Through the night it is the road of light!"

"We go uphill/we go downhill/we take diagonal roads, forked roads, dead ends/there is still a way to the end of the world/we go on the road again after walking down the dead end!"

"There is still a way to go beyond the end of the world! Keep on going after you have reached the end of the road!"

This chapter was rewritten several times, and it was extremely difficult to write.