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

Lost memories flooded into Wu Mian's mind.

The interface at his fingertips can crack 50% of electronic devices on the market. Because the processing core is the human brain, it has an anti-control mechanism and will not be invaded by electronic viruses.

The eighteen flying needles on the index finger can switch between anesthesia, poisoning and other modes; the drone on the middle finger can be used interactively with the lost mechanical spine, and can also be used as a signal repeater to transmit signals in the radio dead zone.

As for the silk thread on the ring finger, it is not a real fiber at all, but an exposed state formed by a subcutaneous armor composed of countless nanorobots.

It is common sense that the human brain cannot interact with electronic devices.

So how did Wu Mian achieve this?

This is definitely not a problem that can be solved by current scientific research, and it even goes against the most basic scientific theories.

He tried hard to recall his past, but unexpectedly discovered that his memory could only be traced back to the time when he commanded the Nine Divisions and established the Hidden Dragon Organization.

The memory before this is still blank.

He didn't regain his memory, but recovered a memory.

Thinking back on what happened recently, Wu Mian felt that his memory had not disappeared, but had been sealed in his brain. Only a specific "key" like Shen Jiahong's could open the sealed door.

Wu Mian doesn't know what his past is like, nor why he can interact with electronic devices like a fully synthetic human, nor why he can still survive without his mechanical organs.

He tried hard to break the shackles of memory and figure out the extent of his injury, but the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt and his thinking became unclear.

Wu Mian, who locked himself in the room, became violent and smashed everything in the room crazily.

Compared with the blank piece of paper before, the memories he had recovered now made him even more tormented.

As one of the most powerful people in this city, he has forgotten his past and knows nothing about his own affairs. This is more cruel than death.

The reason why Wu Mian calmed down was because he thought of the Worker Bee Organization.

"I will accompany you!"

"We are partners!"

"Being brothers means relying on each other for life and death!"

"I love you!"

"I have to say that Nan Ci trusts you very much."

"..."

The voices of Nan Ci, Li Tong, Xiang Long, Qiao Ni, Uncle Min and others continued to surround his ears.

Clear the plan!

These four words appeared in his mind together with Nan Ci's face.

Although the worker bee organization was very weak when dealing with Zhang Fuhai and Hidden Dragon, these synthetics are still the ceiling of combat power for ordinary people.

Over the past six months, the Worker Bee organization has stolen a large amount of relevant intelligence and assassinated many officials of the coalition government.

Before Wu Mian lost his memory, the main task of Section 9 was to implement the elimination plan, and the target was directly at the Worker Bee Organization.

And Nan Ci is one of the main targets he wants to kill.

This is why Wu Mian felt familiar when he saw Nan Ci for the first time.

At this moment, he felt confused. Recalling the period when he lost his memory, he felt that he was very strange to the person who lived in the garbage dump with the rebel party.

Similarly, the cold-blooded and murderous self who was regarded as a savage beast also made him feel very unreal.

He forgot about earlier things, and he didn't know which one was his real self.

What's even more ironic is that he has been accompanying Nan Ci to search for his missing brother Nan Yi, but it was Nan Yi who was arrested by his plan and imprisoned in nine secret surveillance locations, preparing to be used as bait to trap Nan Ci.

Wu Mian, who had locked himself in the room for seven days, opened the door and walked out with a bad smell.

"Brother Ninth!"

Shen Jiahong, who had been waiting outside the door for several days, stood up straight when he saw Wu Mian going out.

In the eyes of outsiders, Shen Jiahong is not only Wu Mian's minion, but also a loyal dog who has no self-awareness and follows Wu Mian's lead.

Shen Jiahong didn't care about this. He had always been willing to be Wu Mian's foil. Whether he was the deputy director of the Ninth Division or the second-in-command of Hidden Dragon, he always managed his work in an orderly manner.

Wu Mian was in the secret base, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment around him, his voice hoarse: "Nan Ci was brought back by you, right?"

Shen Jiahong nodded and said: "Yes, her life has been saved. Our people have not contacted her yet, but she can be sent to the joint court for trial at any time."

"Has Nan Yi been tried?"

"Not yet. We arrested him to trap Nan Ci. After you disappeared, we used all our strength to find you. He has been detained and does not know our identity, but he always believed that he was captured by a mechanical hunter.

Caught."

Wu Mian waved his hand: "Let her go, and her brother Nan Yi, find a reason, or make a fake scene, and let her go too. Don't communicate with them, and you don't need to tell them about the arresting agency, let alone

Tell me the reason for release."

Shen Jiahong's lips trembled, and he wanted to persuade Wu Mian to reconsider. After all, capturing Nan Ci was a great achievement, and it would also give the Ninth Branch an advantage in the battle with the Third Branch, but in the end he just nodded: "Understood, release

Do you want to meet them before?"

Wu Mian was stunned for a moment, then walked out expressionlessly: "No, he's someone you shouldn't see in the first place."

Shen Jiahong continued to follow behind.

Wu Mian asked again: "How is Xiang Long?"

"You mean, the seriously injured natural person at the scene?"

"Leave him here until he recovers and bring him to see me."

"Leave him here until he recovers and bring him to see me."

Wu Mian stood in front of the door at the end of the corridor, his irises scanned by the access control system: "Ask Di Tiangong to go to the Hidden Dragon Laboratory, I want to see him."

"clear."

Shen Jiahong wrote down Wu Mian's words one by one. Seeing that he was about to leave the corridor, he diligently picked up the cloak on the hanger and put it on Wu Mian's shoulders.

"Thanks."

Wu Mian put on his cloak and walked out. Seeing that there was no sound behind him, he turned to look at Shen Jiahong: "Why don't you go?"

"Ah? Oh oh oh!"

Shen Jiahong woke up and followed up, saying angrily: "You never said thank you before. In more than a month, you seem to have changed a lot."

Wu Mian was silent for a few seconds and showed a self-deprecating smile: "More than thirty days, but it is like a big dream, which makes people sober and confused."

This secret base is located on the top floor of a commercial building. Wu Mian walked into the indoor parking lot, got into the suspended car, and started to set off for the laboratory.

This flight altitude is no longer within the civilian scope and can only be used by a few dignitaries in Kyoto. Wu Mian looked down at the prosperous city below and asked, "Did anything go wrong while I was away?"

"Everything is going well in Hidden Dragon except for your absence. The plainclothes detective named Li Jian has been killed by us. Because most of our energy is spent on finding you, the business income has been reduced a lot. In addition, the relationship with the Golden Horse Group

I'm afraid it won't be easy to recover from the bad relationship in the short term."

Shen Jiahong lit a cigarette, opened the outflow door to let fresh air in the car: "There is some trouble over at the Nine Branches. Due to your disappearance, Zhao Heping has been working up and down, preparing to find someone to take your place and take over.

Nine places.”