Data Wasteland

After getting up the next day and having breakfast, Chen Xing set off to return to the camp. Although Nova will not be against him for the time being, the feeling of being controlled makes him very uncomfortable. Before leaving, he deliberately tried to take away the semi-mechanical and semi-biological heart.

"Exile Chen Xing, until you have a definite way to leave, I suggest you leave things here." A mechanically synthesized female voice came from the speakers in the departure preparation room.

Sure enough, Nova came out to interfere.

"Is it just a suggestion?" Chen Xing asked seemingly casually.

For a while, the atmosphere became tense. It took a while before the speaker reproduced the sound.

"Yes, it's just a suggestion."

But in the end Chen Xing did not take out the things. He might bet his life for something valuable, but he is never right to go to the gambling table when he knows he will lose. The biggest difference between a businessman and a gambler is here.

Soon after Chen Xing left, tens of thousands of kilometers away, the central wilderness of the red earth continent, deep underground of Ivory City. The hanging pipelines are like the vines of the primitive jungle, intertwining each other without losing regularity. Copper pipes, wires and steel bars constitute this dark space, and the flickering blue light spots are like flying fireflies, sometimes scattered and sometimes gathered. Surrounded by icy fog, as if walking into the jungle at night.

The temperature here is very low, maybe only four degrees above zero. A small, whispering voice echoed in the alternating light and dark, mysterious and deep.

"Chen Xing, street children, newsboys, couriers, mercenaries, captains of marginal towns, and exile group "masters", the level of education is equivalent to junior high school, IQ evaluation, medium, EQ evaluation, upper middle school, undertaking Pressure capacity, high..."

"Destroy Chen Xing and occupy the necessary core. The probability of passing the test is 99.991,5,3,876 / 4,5,57..."

"Cooperate with Chen Xing to obtain the necessary cores, and the probability of success is 0.13791400724/4801..."

"The difference is negative zero point zero five three three zero one seven one eight zero three four eight one..."

"Weather correction parameter zero point zero zero zero zero one, earthquake correction parameter zero point zero zero zero eight five, tsunami correction parameter...

The fourth thousand eight hundred and thirty-first repeated calculations, Chen Xing, street children, newsboys, couriers, mercenaries..."

The voice repeats itself, like a whisper from hell, mechanical and cold, terrifying.

Two days later, when Chen Xing returned to the camp, he happened to run into Wu Jinjian with the newcomers running down the mountain.

"Boss!" "Hello head!"

Most people knew Chen Xing, and when they saw him, they saluted and said hello. Chen Xing smiled and nodded in response. This action was learned from the leaders of the company on the planet. It was very practical and unsatisfactory.

The cave in the stronghold is divided into three areas, namely the rest area, the granary and the dormitory. Chen Xing set up his room in the lounge area, which is quieter at night and is convenient for sitting out. But it won't work anymore. With the expansion of the team, it will be set up as a command center here.

He asked Cassie, Ghost Fox, and Big Cat to recruit people from nearby survival centers, which is expected to expand to about two hundred people. The ten or so team members who went to Wangchuan with him were all promoted to team leader, and the first group to join mentioned the deputy team leader.

Fighting groups are different from commercial groups. The main goal of commercial groups is to make money. Therefore, they pay more attention to work ability. Whoever can make money for the company will reuse those who can make money for the company. The main goal of combat groups is to fight, and the first element of fight is unity and bravery. No matter how strong it is, it's useless to be a coward on the battlefield. Fighting depends on the friendship that is shoulder to shoulder. It requires mutual trust and handing over the back to teammates. The rules of modern workplaces do not apply to the battlefield. Therefore, combat achievements are the only standard to measure. As long as you rush forward and shed blood, My good brother.

Even if the person's IQ and EQ are not high, he still has many minor problems, but as long as he has enough combat exploits, he has to improve his opponent. Those who just lack the ability but have a greater military exploits are likely to arrange some idle positions, such as a named staff officer or logistics officer, and so on.

Although it is winter, snow is fluttering and the wind is bitter, the construction of the camp is in full swing. In less than half a month, four camps were opened in a row. The sites are all located on nearby mountains, centered on the cave, and the control range reaches a radius of five kilometers.

Big cat is the deputy head and logistics team leader, and Wu Jinjian, Cassie, and Guihu are the combat squadron leaders. Each leads seven six-man squadrons, a total of about fifty combat squadrons.

Chen Xing now has money, weapons and equipment are naturally the best equipped, and food is also in accordance with the standards of the marginal town garrison team. Everyone is confident about the future of the team, and even the slogan of practice is particularly loud.

In the second half of December, the harvest festival is approaching. The construction of the camp has come to an end. Chen Xing packed his things in the room and went to the old to welcome the new.

The Harvest Festival is the most solemn traditional festival in the Red Earth Continent, which is equivalent to the "Holy Light Festival" in the Western Continent and the "February Festival" in the Eastern Continent. On the eve of the festival, people will throw away some useless old things as a way of saying goodbye to the past.

Chen Xing couldn't help but think of the two elders in his hometown every time he missed his relatives during the festive season. At this time, the mother would take the worn-out clothes and holed socks she had saved for a year to the staff dormitory downstairs and burn them with everyone to remove bad luck. Then he will make his favorite mushroom stewed pork knuckle, egg horn pot, fried stuffed eggplant, garlic stuffed fried chicken wings, braised pork ribs, American ginseng chicken soup...

I don't know how time is calculated in the multiverse. He was born again, has it been sixteen years, or only one year? Or the speed of the passage of time is different, only a few months, even days, or hundreds of thousands of years have passed...

I wonder if the two elders are doing well after he is gone?

It is conceivable that his son is missing. The two elders must be looking for him all over the world. They spend every day in sorrow and anxiety, and it is difficult to die well.

Thinking about it, Chen Xing's eyes turned red.

However, in the vastness of time and space, even the legendary powerhouse is so small, not to mention him as a mortal. The possibility of finding a way home is almost zero.

For the sake of career development, I left my hometown and stayed with my parents. Now that I think about it, I feel regretful in my heart, I just hate that I didn't cherish the time I spent together.

Thinking of this, he knelt down facing the east. Recalling the sound and appearance of the two old men in his mind, he squatted his head vigorously. Each stroke was heavy, until the forehead was bruised and bleeding.

"My son is not filial, which makes you suffer."

"Father and mother, I wish you a good life and a long life..."