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

Linjiang District is a contradictory place. Under the control of the Jinma Group, although it has the most advanced science and technology, the living conditions of the people at the bottom are very poor.

No. 3 Linghu Lane A is a stacked building with a total of more than ten floors. There is no elevator in the building. The inner walls of the corridor are peeling off and there is a strong musty smell.

After the group entered the corridor, before Nan Ci could speak, Wu Mian took the lead and walked towards the stairs: "Fourth floor, room 402."

Nan Ci followed Wu Mian and asked, "Did you remember Li Tong's house number only after you got here?"

Wu Mian nodded: "Yeah."

Nan Ci raised her eyebrows slightly: "Your condition is different from what I imagined. It doesn't look like you have lost your memory, but more like you have suffered nerve damage due to damage to your spine. I don't think you are.

It’s not that I’ve forgotten what happened before, but that my thinking has become slow.”

"Maybe." Wu Mian smiled bitterly: "I hope I can think of something as soon as possible. This kind of blank thinking and no understanding of myself is really uncomfortable."

When the group of people reached the third and a half floors, Nan Ci suddenly stopped and asked, "Did you hear anything?"

Wu Mian reacted immediately and ran upstairs quickly: "A woman is calling for help!"

The voice-activated light in the corridor turned on, illuminating the door number of Room 402, and the cry for help heard by several people came from this room.

When Dai Yue saw the electronic lock on the door, he extended a fingernail on his hand outward by about a centimeter, preparing to pry open the lock box and crack it.

"It's too late! Get out of the way!"

Nan Ci heard the girl's screams coming from inside the house, pushed Dai Yue aside, and used the nitrogen gas to accelerate the power fist toward the door.

"Bang!"

Under the huge force, the lock box was violently destroyed, and the door bounced open.

When Wu Mian rushed into the house, a girl was being pinned down on the bed by two men. Her clothes had been torn, exposing her snow-white skin.

A man heard a loud noise from behind, turned around and looked at Wu Mian, who was rushing towards him. He reached for the inferior Gauss pistol at his waist and said, "Damn it! Who is this person!"

Wu Mian moved very fast. When the opponent drew his gun, he had already rushed in front of him, held down the opponent's gun-holding arm with one hand, and punched the opponent on the bridge of the nose.

"call out!"

The man was attacked and subconsciously pulled the trigger. The electromagnetic bomb hit the ground with a blue trajectory, shattering the floor tiles and leaving a deep crater the size of a fist.

The man fired his gun, quickly turned his wrist, and moved the muzzle of the gun towards Wu Mian.

The principle of this Gaussian firearm is to use an electromagnetic acceleration track as a power source to fire electromagnetic bullets. Wu Mian caught a glimpse of the opponent's movements from the corner of his eye, grabbed the opponent's pistol with one hand, and abruptly tore off the copper coil on the side of the pistol.

Another elbow hit.

"Gudong!"

The man was hit in the face with his elbow and fell on his back.

At this time, Nan Ci also entered the room and saw another person wearing power fist gloves attacking Wu Mian. He quickly said: "Be careful behind you!"

At this moment, Wu Mian had also heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him. He relied on his intuition to hide to one side, and quickly pressed down on the arm that came from behind.

"boom!"

Under the impact of the power fist glove, the man's arm easily penetrated the three centimeter-thick solid wood table top, and his body leaned forward. Wu Mian leaned back, held the back of the man's neck with one hand, and crashed towards the table in front of him.

"Boom!"

The man's forehead hit the table with a muffled sound, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

From Wu Mian rushing into the house to knocking out two armed men, the whole process was done with ease and it only took less than five seconds.

After the impulse dissipated, Wu Mian looked at the two people lying at his feet, and then at his own palms, with a flash of confusion in his eyes.

In the fight just now, Wu Mian had no defense at all. He counterattacked completely unconsciously and relied on muscle memory.

Dai Yue rushed forward, took off the power fist gloves of the fallen man, took another look at the damaged Gauss pistol, and shook his head: "It's a pity that the electromagnetic equipment is damaged."

Nan Ci was just standing behind, witnessing Wu Mian's swift and smooth handling of the two gangsters. She was shocked inside, but looked at him calmly: "Not bad."

Wu Mian shrugged slightly and formally looked at the room.

The furnishings of this room are very simple, with many certificates and photos posted on the surrounding walls. Judging from the certificates and photos, the girl on the bed is exactly the Li Tong Wu Mian is looking for.

Li Tong is about twenty years old. He has long black and smooth hair, fair skin, bright eyes and white teeth. He still has a fearful look on his face at the moment. His charming appearance can fascinate countless men.

The only difference between Li Tong and the photo is that she lost her arms, her face no longer had the sunny look in the photo, and the wound on her shoulder was still wrapped in a bandage, which was obviously not long after the injury.

When Nan Ci saw that the girl looked just like the photo on the wall, he took off his coat and put it on her body: "Are you Li Tong?"

Li Tong was obviously frightened by the attack by the two people just now. He looked at the people with blank eyes and asked with trembling eyes: "Who are you?"

Wu Mian saw the strangeness in Li Tong's eyes and took a step forward: "Don't you recognize me?"

When Li Tong saw a strange man asking him a question, he shook his head blankly: "Who are you?"

Wu Mian met Li Tong's gaze and suddenly had a bad premonition: "My name is Wu Mian! Don't you have any impression of me?"

Li Tong shook his head again: "I don't know you and I have never met you!"

Nan Ci heard Li Tong's response and said to Wu Mian, "Could it be a mistake?"

"If it is really a mistake, how come there are so many coincidences! It makes me remember her so deeply!" Wu Mian stared at Li Tong: "You lost both arms in a car accident. You were driving a car."

It’s a silver-gray wheeled car, and the vehicle that hit you was a red garbage truck, right?”

Hearing this, Li Tong felt as if he had seen a ghost: "There were no monitoring facilities and no witnesses where my accident happened! I never told anyone about it! How did you know?!"

Wu Mian wanted to recall this incident, but he had a splitting headache. He couldn't help but press his temples, feeling that the world was spinning before his eyes: "I don't remember."

Seeing Wu Mian in such pain, Nan Ci walked up and put her palm on his shoulder: "Relax, since you can't think of it, don't think about it. Don't make yourself too sad!"

Wu Mian felt Nan Ci's palm on his shoulder, tried hard to adjust his breathing, and his mood became more relaxed: "I can't remember anything about her news! I clearly remember her deeply, but why did she

Don’t you know me?”

Nan Ci thought for a while and expressed her analysis: "Since you remember that you were a detective before disappearing, is it possible that you were secretly investigating her as a detective before the accident? In this case,

It’s understandable why you know her so well, but she doesn’t recognize you!”

After listening to Nan Ci's analysis, Wu Mian turned his attention to Li Tong on the bed: "But, why am I investigating her?"