Data Wasteland

Chen Xing's shouts were transmitted far through the loudspeaker, and the opposite side was quiet for a while. A dog-headed sand soldier ran up from the rear, holding a long-range walkie-talkie in his hand.

"You claim to be the Prime Minister of the Red Kingdom. Is there any evidence to prove it?"

A slightly young middle-aged male voice came from the speaker, "Your Mingwang terminal is down, and I can't verify it through the Internet."

"We have already played against each other just now." Chen Xing said, "Besides Chen Xing, is there a second lord in the world with such a large-scale Royal Spirit Legion?"

"Hmm." The other side pondered for a while, and said slightly surprised, "You are the two-faced person who stepped on two boats?"

"Cough cough" Chen Xing's face darkened after being said, he coughed twice to relieve the embarrassment, and winked at the big cat next to him.

The latter understood, and his face turned pale immediately, and said in a very serious and serious tone, "Mr. McCormick, we are in a diplomatic situation."

"Standing in front of you is the Prime Minister of the Red Kingdom, the owner of the Ring of the Kingdom, the Arrow of Destruction on the Sevenfold Mountain, please pay attention to your wording 1

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just a traveler who likes to run around and rarely attend formal occasions." A slightly apologetic voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Master Prime Minister, please forgive my recklessness and ignorance."

"I suggest that we have a face-to-face conversation," Chen Xing said. "It is disrespectful to both of us through the walkie-talkie."

"Hmm." The other side hesitated for a few seconds, and then readily agreed, "Okay.

As the voice fell, a strong wind blew on the ground. The golden army turned into yellow sand in the sky and dissipated with the wind, revealing the original appearance of the wilderness - the endless red Gobi Desert.

A person walked between heaven and earth, with a white cloth on his head, long boots on his feet, and a gray windproof robe, a very typical attire of the sand people.

Walking closer, a pair of amber eyeballs appeared under the dusty cloth strip, bright and moving, exuding a gem-like light.

Although dressed in ordinary, slovenly, and shaggy beard, he left a handsome and vivid impression. This middle-aged handsome guy is the "Legend of the Sand Sea" Michael Rolo!

"The sand sea survivors, I have seen the Prime Minister 1 Michael Rolo touch his chest with one hand, bow slightly, and perform the ancient rituals of the sand people, with a humble attitude, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hello, esteemed Sand Sea Legend, Mr. Michael Rowley 1 Chen Xing nodded slightly and returned with diplomatic courtesy.

He is the prime minister of the kingdom, and his political status is much higher than that of the other party, so he doesn't need to bow, just nod his head.

"I was notified by the mastermind that there are cult activities here."

Without waiting for Chen Xing's question, Michael Rolo took the initiative to tell the reason, "The main brain detected that this group of cultists was preparing to perform a **** sacrifice and summon Abyssal Predators, so I rushed over to check."

"Your coordinate position and identity characteristics are very consistent with the main brain's description of the target, including details such as closing the black watch and silent action, so it should be a misunderstanding." McRollo explained.

Sora again

Chen Xing muttered in his heart, then looked at the other party, and said slowly, "Mr. McCormick, have you ever thought about it?"

"This may not be a misunderstanding." Chen Xing lowered his voice, "but a deliberate conspiracy."

Michael Rolo's face changed slightly, and he said vigilantly, "Master Prime Minister, what do you mean?"

"You misunderstood what I meant." Chen Xing waved his hand, "I'm not referring to you, but the person who controls all this behind the scenes."

He then analyzed, "Look, you received a notification from the master mind, and then I happened to be at the coordinate point, which happened to fit the description of the master mind, so do you think it's a coincidence?"

Michael Rolo looked thoughtful, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "What does the Prime Minister mean, someone is manipulating all this behind the scenes and deliberately creating a conflict between us?"

Chen Xing gave a thumbs up, "Yes, that's what I meant."

"Who would that be? Who has the ability to manipulate the mastermind of Mingwang? What is the other party's purpose for doing this? Is it creating international tension?"

"There are not many people who can contact the main brain. Is it someone from the White Tower, or is there an existence with extraordinary power? Does Ramsden know?"

"Is there a possibility?" Chen Xing interrupted Michael Rollo's divergent thinking, "that there is a problem with the main brain of Mingwang1

McCormick's expression froze, showing a shocked expression, probably never thinking about this issue. This is also a mistake that most people make. Human beings are too dependent on the master brain, and all basic necessities of life are inseparable. They will subconsciously regard the other party as the highest authority, and will not question whether there is a problem with the master brain.

However, Chen Xing knew that his own words alone would not be able to convince Michael Rolo. The authority of Mingwang's main brain has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it cannot be resolved in a few words.

However, he can still plant the seeds of doubt in the opponent's heart, especially under the circumstances of Sora throwing a rat.

"This is just an assumption, don't worry too much." Chen Xing said in a relaxed tone, and then he saw Michael Rolo's brows loosen, and he felt relieved.

"You're right, it's just a hypothesis." McRollo shrugged and said.

"But anyway, things are a bit too coincidental, and I suggest you immediately report the situation to the academics on duty at the World Networking Center."

"Even if there is a real problem, it can be dealt with in a timely manner."

Chen Xing's tone was sincere and reasonable, and Michael Rolo couldn't find a reason to refuse, so as he said, he dialed the video communication of the scholar on duty.

"toot toot"

The communication rang a dozen times, and finally the busy tone.

Michael Rolo's brows became pimples. As a legendary powerhouse who was carrying out the main brain task, he even closed the door when contacting the academics on duty. This is absolutely unprecedented.

McCormick dialed again, and after more than a dozen rings, the busy tone again. Next, he dialed several times in disbelief, and each time the result was a busy tone.

"Strange, why is no one answering?"

"Did something happen?"

McCormick explained somewhat embarrassedly. Chen Xing didn't speak. The more this happened, the more he had to let the other party draw his own conclusions, so as to be more credible.

If the problem is attributed to "there is a problem with the main brain of Mingwang", then everything can be explained.

Sora's illegal operation, certainly not dare to let Michael Roro contact the scholar on duty. Chen Xing had already planted the seeds of suspicion for Michael Rolo, and as long as the communication was cut off, the seeds would take root and grow gradually.

As expected of a well-informed legend of the sand sea, Michael Roro quickly made a decision, "Well, I'll go to White Elephant City now, and I'll apologize to the Prime Minister when the situation is clear."

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Chen Xing immediately said, "Mr. McRollo, it is precisely because we discovered the abnormality of the main brain that we rushed to White Elephant City overnight."

"We happened to drop by, let's take the car together." Chen Xing invited.

McCormick is a straightforward person, and quickly accepted Chen Xing's invitation. Anyway, it's fine on the road, and it's okay if someone talks.

Although the bus was riddled with holes by magic arrows, the site and engine were still in good condition, and it was ready to go after simple repairs. It's just that the car shell is leaking air everywhere, and the air conditioner can no longer be turned on. They simply removed the windows and had intimate contact with the wilderness.

In the car, McCormick glanced at Chen Xing every once in a while, and finally couldn't help asking, "Master Chen, have we met before?"

When Chen Xing heard what the other party said, he immediately smiled and nodded, "We have indeed met before."

"Where?" McRollo asked, apparently having a bit of an impression, but he couldn't remember it. "Arakawa Hostel." Chen Xing said four words.

McCormick frowned, pondered for a while, and finally stretched his brows, and suddenly realized, "Oh"

"So you are the one"

When the corpse kun attacked the Black Death Continent, Michael Rolo was ordered to come to rescue the disaster. After driving away the corpse, I stopped by the Arakawa Hostel and stayed there for a while.

At that time, Chen Xing was still an exile, and he happened to go to Arakawa to take an adventure.

"Oh, I said why are you so low-key?"

"I was wondering at the time, why did that northern witch suddenly appear, it was because of you?

McCormick seemed to remember some bad memories, and his expression was a little ugly.

"Obviously you have such a powerful girlfriend, and you go to self-imposed exile. I said, Prime Minister, are you experiencing life?"

Facing Michael Rolo's complaint, Chen Xing just smiled lightly. Pretending to be lofty, like a worldly expert.

At that time, Michael Rolo had just sat down, and his **** had not been hot, when Aaliyah came in from outside, and chased him away with his eyes.

When the little king saw the big king, the rank was crushed, and the legend of Shahai ran away in a daze.

"Young people these days are really good at playing. If they are unhappy, they go into exile and let their girlfriends look everywhere."

McCormick's tone was sour, and he was full of resentment for being driven away at the dinner table back then.

"At that time, I was young and ignorant." Chen Xing said lightly, "It caused trouble for Mr.

The convoy drove all the way to the north, and arrived at a small gathering place in the evening, where they were going to rest overnight, and they continued on their way at dawn.

There were no more accidents along the way. Chen Xing and his subordinates were already very difficult to deal with. If you add Michael Roro, it is estimated that Sora will not be the same. As the main brain of Mingwang, the limit that can be mobilized is the king-level, or a few legends who are more enthusiastic about public welfare, have a strong sense of justice and responsibility, and most of them are busy with their own affairs and ignore the requirements of the main brain.

Everyone parked the car and found the best local tavern for dinner.

Not long after sitting down, a big news came out on the radio.

"emergency, emergency 1

"The global communication satellite has a fatal failure 1

"The public network system is completely paralyzed, the public network system is completely paralyzed1

In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world had fallen into silence, save for the repeating voice of the female announcer on the radio.

After a long silence, there was a sudden burst of loud cheers in the gathering place.

"Free, we are free 1" Go to his network, go to his black watch 1 "We are equal, we are free 1" Hooray 1

It was the citizens who looked somber, and the refugees who cheered.

Chen Xing's face was solemn, and the fist under the table was clenched tightly. It seemed that Sora was jumping off the wall. Since he couldn't stop him from going to White Elephant City, he simply destroyed everything.

It should come, it will always come, and there is no way to hide.

He couldn't help but feel guilty for a while. He was like an ignorant child who accidentally opened Pandora's Box and brought endless disasters to the world.

It was he who gave the mechanical heart to Nova, who then created the replacement Sora. The culprit of everything seemed to point to him.

No, it's not my fault!

I'm just, just to survive

Yes, in order to survive, there is nothing wrong with doing anything!

He shook his head vigorously, tossing the guilty thoughts out of his head.

His eyes are firmed again, what he has to do now is to reduce the losses, keep the existing power and status, and women!