Great Power Technology

Ye Zhou didn't know where he was because he was not sitting in the back seat of the car. After leaving the bustling urban area, he was immediately hidden by the man in the trunk.

The surroundings were pitch dark, and he almost fainted under the nearly 50-degree temperature in the trunk. Fortunately, the car only drove for less than half an hour before stopping.

The man opened the trunk and pulled out Ye Zhou, who was already wet as if he had been showered with water. Only then did Ye Zhou have the opportunity to observe the surrounding situation.

Crowded.

This was his first feeling.

All the shacks were crowded together, and their car was parked in an alley. As long as the car door was opened slightly, the entire alley could be completely blocked.

"Where are we going now?"

Ye Zhou asked.

"right here."

The man pointed to the ground at his feet and replied calmly.

"I don't feel like it's a safe place."

Ye Zhou looked around vigilantly. Although he couldn't see anyone, he knew that in this slum controlled by gangs, there were thugs armed with automatic weapons everywhere, and most of these thugs had received weapons related to him. Enemy orders.

The fake self in the hotel won't last long. Soon, these people will find that they have escaped, and then they will find the man's car and then find themselves.

At that point, it would be meaningless to do anything else.

A person ran to the most dangerous slum in Baxi. Even if he was shot in the street, CODEMGE would not regard it as force majeure, because this was completely Ye Zhou's own suicide.

Seeing Ye Zhou's distrustful expression, the man smiled and said:

"Don't worry, as long as you enter my territory, no one will be able to find you."

"Your territory? You mean this neighborhood?"

"No, I mean underground."

"I know you are talking about the underground, but I don't think you are very powerful in the underground world - I am very self-aware of this. The price I offered is simply not enough to buy someone from the underground world. ruler."

Hearing Ye Zhou's question, the man shook his head, pointed to the ground under his feet and said:

"Sir, you have misunderstood. When I say underground, I mean underground in a literal sense."

As he spoke, he directed the woman beside him to lift a manhole cover not far away, then made a gesture of invitation and continued:

"Now, welcome to the true bottom of Rio."

Ye Zhou stared blankly at the head emerging from the manhole cover, and asked in disbelief:

"So, when you said you would hide me, you meant hiding me in the sewers?"

"Yes. But it's not just a sewer, it's a whole underground world."

"Now, don't hesitate any more, we don't have much time to waste. Change your clothes, go down, and follow me towards your goal."

After hearing this, Ye Zhou finally understood what the man meant.

In this embattled city, he has no more choices.

As long as he remains on the ground and remains in an area controlled by many forces in this city, he will not be able to reach the bidding location reserved by CODEMGE as planned. This is a carefully planned necessity.

But even in such a situation, there are still some places that those people cannot get involved in, or do not bother to get involved in.

Such as the underground sewer system in front of him.

Sewers like spider webs connect the entire city. Only through this way can he bypass the obstacles set by the enemy and achieve his goals.

Ye Zhou did not hesitate, but directly took off his clothes and put the information together into the waterproof bag that the man had prepared. Then he turned over and followed the well mouth into the underground world that the man said.

Pitch black, this was Ye Zhou's first feeling.

He couldn't imagine that people could still live in such a place, but when the man who followed him into the sewer turned on his flashlight, he could clearly see those people huddled on the dry ground with extremely small and simple bedding. people.

These people may no longer be called real people.

Their eyes were dull and numb, like aliens in the dark.

"Are these people always living in the sewers?"

Ye Zhou asked in a low voice.

"From birth."

The man's answer was extremely brief, but from these few words, Ye Zhou felt a deep despair.

What exactly created this situation? What is it that makes the bottom class of this country have to live in filthy sewers filled with snakes and rats?

The answer is actually obvious.

A trace of pity flashed instinctively in Ye Zhou's heart, but then, this pity was suppressed in his heart, and was replaced by an extreme sense of crisis.

In fact, the most fundamental reason for the decline of the country he is in is energy.

Or to put it more plainly, it’s oil.

During the golden decade of the "Baxi Miracle", Baxi exported billions of barrels of oil based on the import substitution strategy and earned countless profits. However, due to the lack of core oil refining industry technology, their economy was actually completely It can be said that they rely on the weather and the faces of international oil giants. Once these resource giants think that their development threatens their own status, they only need a small capital operation to lower the international oil price by a few dollars. Bringing disaster to the country.

This is the hegemony of resources, or in other words, the forced distribution of resources determined by technological hegemony.

For a long time in the past, the country has tried its best to fight against this suppression, and has achieved basic results. However, at this time, the situation is about to change again.

The competition for international resources will slowly shift from original fossil energy to new energy based on electricity, and the core of new energy is batteries.

Whoever can take the lead will be the future resource hegemon.

And once it fails, it is doomed.

Baxi's current situation is not impossible to appear in his own country.

However, this is something he absolutely cannot allow.

Ye Zhou withdrew his eyes from the huddled figures and said calmly to the man:

"Lead the way."

The man turned around silently, followed closely by Ye Zhou, who began his difficult journey.

Corrupted green water, rats even bigger than cats scurrying from time to time, cockroaches crawling all over the sewers, and bonfires raised with rough iron frames that appeared from time to time, cooking something from unknown sources. Food, people.

The skin of these people is as white as snow. Just as the man said, many of them have lived in the sewers since they were born and have never left even a step.

Their eyes have become strangely alienated. Even in the dark, they still shine with a cold light like cats.

When the light of the flashlight swept across, these people looked like evil ghosts.

Ye Zhou had never felt such a shock. Even during his previous trek through the snowfield, he knew that he would be frozen to death on the snowfield if he took even the slightest wrong step. He did not have any emotional fluctuations, but in Here, he really felt a sense of pessimism.

Or fear.

He was scared.

If one day we really fail, will many people be forced to move into the sewers?

Could that person be me?

Does what I'm doing now really make sense? If I can't succeed in the end, why should I struggle?

The harsh and claustrophobic environment further aggravated his fear. The deep and dark cave in the distance was like the throat of a giant beast, about to swallow him.

Several times, Ye Zhou wanted to stop and tell the man, or else try another way and try starting from the ground. Maybe it wouldn't be impossible?

What's more, I still have a lot of energy. Even if I can't do it once, I can still have a chance if I try a few more times.

He knew this retreat was wrong, but he couldn't ignore it.

Ye Zhou forcibly suppressed his thoughts, which made him almost in a trance.

However, just when he felt that he was about to give up because of such fear, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, and the fear was wiped away in an instant. This even made Ye Zhou freeze in place in surprise.

This was the first time he felt such an effect.

The two innate abilities of "Resistor" and "Principle" took effect at the same time.

The impact of claustrophobia, pity, and pessimism were all offset, and the bottom line he had set long ago abruptly but firmly dispelled all distracting thoughts:

"Bottom line one: The interests of China and the Chinese nation are higher than the interests of any other ethnic group."