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

When Shen Jiahong heard Wu Mian's question, he asked, "Brother Ninth, are there still many things that you haven't remembered?"

Wu Mian did not hide anything: "Yes, my memory only stops at the point when I joined the Nine Divisions, but what did I do before joining the Nine Divisions, what I experienced, what my family is like, and where I come from.

Whatever education I have received, it is all blank."

"It's a pity that when I met you, you were already the director of the Ninth Division. At that time, you used your power to save Wei Ling and us who should have been executed."

Shen Jiahong shrugged his shoulders: "You have never mentioned anything about your past to me, and you seem to be very resistant to your past and have always avoided this topic. If you don't tell me, we don't dare to ask."

Wu Mian laughed dumbly: "If I had known earlier, I should have talked to you more. Who would have thought that natural people would also lose their memory?"

Shen Jiahong also laughed: "Even for a fully synthetic human like me, memory cannot be copied. We have different bodies, but we all have only one soul. In this regard, the Creator is very fair."

The two chatted all the way and finally stopped in front of Wu Mian's dedicated transformation laboratory in the base.

The two organizations, Jiuchu and Hidden Dragon, are on opposite sides. To the people below, they are distinct and have clear boundaries.

But to the people around Wu Mian, the two organizations are no different; they are all tools in their hands.

As Wu Mian's royal mechanic, Di Tiangong not only has a legal status issued by the Nine Bureaus, but also receives a high salary from the Hidden Dragon Organization. He can unscrupulously conduct some special experiments that he likes but are prohibited by law.

In the laboratory, Di Tiangong, who has six eyes, looked at the data on the screen and looked at Wu Mian on the hospital bed with heartache: "There are thirty trillion nanorobots, but now there are less than one trillion left!

Do you know what a loss this is?"

Wu Mian responded expressionlessly: "I have lost my memory and my spine was removed. I don't remember clearly what happened at that time. Do you think a person who is dying will still consider financial losses?"

"You should care about this! The existence of the Hidden Dragon Organization is to feed you and provide funds for your body! Do you know what the thirty trillion nanobots represent? Their value is enough to buy most of them

A Kyoto city!”

Di Tiangong looked at Wu Mian angrily: "In addition to money, the production of nanorobots is also a huge difficulty! How these robots are obtained, you know better than me! As the largest nanorobot cluster in the world

Man, you were once my pride! But now you have messed things up!"

"I'm very lucky to be able to come back alive."

Wu Mian once had 30 trillion nano-robots in his body. These robots were active in his body like cells. They relied on biostatic electricity and body heat to charge, and could exert endless magical effects.

For example, Wu Mian suffered a heavy blow from Xu Lin at the worker bee base and escaped unscathed, and he used the exposed silk thread to strangle Meng Xiong, Meng Lang's younger brother, in Jiangjun Wai, and he controlled Zhang Fuhai in Chao Town, all thanks to the contribution of these nanorobots.

It's just that Wu Mian was unconscious at the time, and the released nanorobots were not recovered. Coupled with the loss from the initial injury, it was indeed a huge loss. After all, nanorobots smaller than bacteria were expected to form a thread visible to the naked eye.

, or transform into larger equipment, which itself requires a huge quantity.

More importantly, there are not many factories in the world that can produce nanorobots. Wu Mian was able to obtain 30 trillion nanorobots by chance. For a criminal organization as big as Hidden Dragon, most of them

Most of the income is used for the maintenance and repair of these nanorobots.

Di Tiangong sighed: "The number of nanorobots in your body has been reduced by thirty times, and your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. I'm afraid no matter how hard we try, it will be difficult to get so many nanorobots to restore you to your peak state.

"

Wu Mian saw Di Tiangong's regretful expression and smiled: "The strength of an individual is limited. I still have a team and partners around me, right?"

Di Tiangong was stunned. He didn't know what Wu Mian, a person who pursued ultimate power and was wary of everything, encountered in this month, to actually have such a huge change.

Wu Mian didn't know what Di Tiangong was thinking, so he continued to ask: "Do I still have my spare spine?"

"Yes, there is only one high-strength mixed fiber left. Compared with your previous special alloy spine, the effect is much worse. However, with the current technology of human society, it is difficult to reproduce that kind of metal structure. Really

I don’t know where your spine came from. Sometimes, I even suspect that you are an alien.”

While Di Tiangong was talking, he took out a long lockbox and walked to the bedside. After opening it, he revealed the artificial spine inside. Looking at the ceramic parts exposed on Wu Mian's back, he laughed dumbly: "I really can't imagine that you actually rely on it."

A pile of china lasted so long."

Wu Mian lay on the bed, feeling headache again.

Not to mention Di Tiangong's doubts, even he himself doubted that he was not an earthly creature. The interaction between silicon and carbon, which sounded ridiculous, could actually happen to him.

Wu Mian had a feeling that he knew his past and the reasons for his body's changes, but there was a fog in his memory that prevented him from taking that step.

After the replacement of the new spine, Wu Mian's body finally no longer felt that heavy burden, and his whole body became more relaxed. Compared with the ceramic structure, the mixed fiber customized spine fit his body better and made him more comfortable.

No longer feel the presence of the prosthetic weapon.

In order to have everything he has today, Wu Mian put in too much effort and offended too many people. What was restored along with his memory was also the information about those enemies.

He was walking on a path of no return. Every step forward meant that more enemies would be added. Even he himself couldn't remember exactly how many people had wanted his life over the years.

Now that he has returned to his own life, Wu Mian's top priority is to clean up the current mess. After all, he is not only responsible for himself, but also for the people around him. Once he loses the power in his hands, he will inevitably become the target of everyone's pursuit.

target to kill.

A fireworks show was held somewhere in the city. Huge fireworks rose into the sky and turned into gorgeous fireworks. The firelight illuminated the city and also illuminated the unlit offices in the office building above the base.

The orange-red firelight lit up on Wu Mian's face, then gradually dimmed as the fireworks went by.

The darkness swallowed everything, but the ferocity and darkness in his eyes seemed particularly eye-catching and disturbing.