Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

The tortured semi-synthetic decided to confess. Zhou Fuguang waved his hand and asked the police officer on the side to take out the camera and start recording the interrogation process.

Zhou Fuguang knew that the life of the semi-synthetic was in danger, but as a master of interrogation, he knew that this kind of matter should not be rushed. He lit a cigar and sat on the stone next to him, and said slowly: "What is your identity?"

The exposed mechanical lungs of the semi-synthetic man expanded and contracted, filtering the air filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke: "Deputy Leader of the Mechanical Spirit Order."

"You know that's not what I want to ask, right?" Zhou Fuguang raised his eyebrows and showed a dark gaze: "Don't challenge my bottom line, otherwise I will have many ways to torture you in your last days."

The semi-synthetic man glanced at those eyes that looked like bloodthirsty murderers, and felt a chill in his heart for no reason: "I am from the southern state, and I am a professional mercenary."

"The southern state is not under the jurisdiction of the coalition government."

Wu Mian also arrived at the interrogation scene and asked the mercenaries: "You cross-border mercenaries rarely enter the Free Federation on a large scale. What is your purpose here?"

The mercenary didn't know Wu Mian's identity, but seeing that he dared to compete with Zhou Fuguang, he replied truthfully: "What we accepted this time is a long-term assignment, and the salary is paid daily, but there is no fixed goal. We all work according to the assignment.

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Zhou Fuguang was dissatisfied with Wu Mian's arrival, but he was not distracted by it: "What about?"

"After we arrived here, we opened up this camp and were ordered to carry out kidnapping, extortion, robbery and other operations. The above meant that we should circulate the funds so that this base can have the function of self-production of blood."

A gust of wind blew by, and he grinned in pain at the mercenary's exposed organization: "After we had a certain amount of funds, the team was divided into two groups, one of which performed field work, and the rest of us were responsible for installing manufacturing terminals everywhere.

"

Zhou Fuguang asked: "Tell me the location and type of the manufacturing terminal."

"I don't know. My job responsibilities are only responsible for the combat part. I...I..."

As the mercenary spoke, he began to gasp, and his pupils also showed signs of dilation.

"Give him adrenaline!"

Wu Mian found that Zhou Fuguang had been asking for a long time but could not get to the point. He asked his subordinates to give the mercenary an injection, stared at him and asked: "Who is your superior?"

"I don't know his identity. Everyone calls him Mr.

The mercenary knew that he didn't have much time left, and his eyes flashed with the desire to survive: "I don't want to die, help me..."

"If you want to live, you have to show me your worth. Our medical team has rushed here, but I need to judge whether I should save your life."

When Wu Mian saw bubbles appearing in the pipeline connected to the mercenary's mechanical heart, he knew that the man could not be saved. While calming his emotions, he asked questions quickly: "Tell me what you know about the situation."

Tell me as much as possible, this is the exchange for your life!"

"Hiss...hiss...!"

The mercenary's body has insufficient blood supply, and the operation of the mechanical lung has slowed down. He is trying hard to suck in air, and he is also recalling the news in exchange for survival: "Our employer is a careerist, and their purpose is to destroy all mankind!

"

"What did you say?!"

Zhou Fuguang was shocked by this statement, not only because this goal was too huge, but also because it was unachievable, which made him even more convinced that the members of these religious extremist groups were all lunatics: "Do you know how many people there are in the world?

?Destroying all mankind, do you think this is playing a video game?"

"What I said is true. Although I don't know why he did this, this is exactly what their plan is. Their plan is to deploy a large number of manufacturing terminals and occupy a share of the material world so that they can be squeezed in at a critical moment.

The market suddenly withdrew, leaving a huge gap in the market and causing chaos."

The mercenary's breathing became even more difficult: "I also heard that they are preparing to create microorganisms, destroy the natural ecosystem, and penetrate into various fields, such as producing a large number of chips full of attackable vulnerabilities..."

The mercenary's voice became lower and lower, as if it took a lot of effort to speak a single word.

Wu Mian could tell that his time was running out, so he no longer asked about the information that he did not fully grasp, and waved his hand to indicate to his subordinates to give him another injection: "Where is the employer's information! Regarding this Mr.

What else do you know about the forces behind it?"

"Falling leaves!"

The mercenary said two words, his head dropped heavily to the side, his pupils were dilated and lost all color of life.

The agent who gave him the injection stretched out his hand to explore his carotid artery and shook his head at Wu Mian: "Director, he is dead."

"Son of a bitch!"

Zhou Fuguang kicked the mercenary on the head, causing his body to fall to one side, and turned his gaze to Wu Mian: "What do you think about this?"

"This era has created too many lunatics. Let alone anyone who wants to destroy all mankind, even if someone claims to blow up the earth or even the galaxy, I don't think there is a problem."

Wu Mian waved to the people around him: "Close the team!"

"etc!"

Zhou Fuguang stopped Wu Mian, hesitated and said, "I hope the Ninth Division can make a joint report with us about this matter and jointly report the case to the Security Department. Otherwise, if Zhang Xingxian's family members pursue the case, we will be in a lot of trouble. For now

The plan is to tie Zhang Xingxian to the people of the Spiritual Religion Group so that no one can get too close to this case. Although the idea of ​​destroying all mankind is absurd, it is enough to expand the influence of this case. Do you think

Woolen cloth?"

Wu Mian raised the corner of his mouth and showed a smile: "Are you afraid?"

"Aren't you afraid?" Zhou Fuguang narrowed his eyes: "I admit that I really can't stand you, but internal fighting requires at least one person to be alive and to hold power. If you and I can't reach a consensus on this matter, everyone will be in trouble.

Eat the fruit!”

…

Hidden Dragon Organization Base.

When Wu Mian saw Di Tiangong walking out of the operating room, he stood up and asked, "How is Shen Jiahong?"

Di Tiangong smiled: "Don't worry, the vitality of a fully synthetic human is very strong. His quantum brain is not damaged and spare parts have been replaced. After the brain reads the new body information, he will be alive and well tomorrow morning.

"

"Fully synthetic humans are really powerful!"

Lin Hansu on the side showed an envious expression: "For them, physical pain does not exist at all! When will I become so powerful!"

"How dare you say that! Come with me!"

Wu Mian said something in a deep voice and walked towards the office with a gloomy expression.