from Xingyuan

Chapter 737

It started to rain outside, freezing sleet.

There was once a joke in which a group of scholars had a serious discussion about why raindrops falling from the sky couldn't kill people.

When a group of people cite classics, various calculations, wind resistance, mass, hardness, try to explain this point.

Then a farmer came up and said abruptly to them, "Have you never been exposed to rain?"

Snapped!
The red and black night was torn apart by lightning, and the short-lived silver lightning illuminated the fragments of the frost-plated national flag on the ground.

The freezing rain fell quickly, and the tick-tock blossomed into ice flowers.

Du Zexin waited in the cave, shadows wrapped his dilapidated body, and the micro-reactor turned the power to the lowest level, just enough to maintain the body's functions.

The sound of rain is like an old melody, rising and falling steadily on the oscilloscope.It's not harmonious, but it evokes memories of the past.

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40 years ago, the Frost Plated Republic, the era of Medwig.

Li Aozzi drove the train and left the territory of Shuangbing in a cool way. In order to find out his destination, the Law Three Agency brought out Du Zexin who had just recovered from cerebral hemorrhage in the ward.

The secret agent deputy of Rule Three is named Frisie Apostel, with greasy hair, pink face, cold white skin, and obvious descendants of outsiders.With such a background, taking up such a position can almost be said to be inspirational.

Looks the same as that guy Leoz.But Du Zexin felt completely different.

Li Ozi's personality is free and easy, free and unrestrained, while Frizzy is a flattering guy who must say "according to the rules" in everything.

"According to the regulations, third-level agent Du Zexin, you should immediately report the situation to your superiors after completing the material support for Mingji Humane, and then come back to report on your duties."

Frissie has a dead face on his face, and he has used a lot of hair oil on his meticulously combed hair.

Du Zexin always suspected that even if a fly landed on his head, he would sprain his feet.

"Are you listening to me? Agent Du Zexin."

Frissie scowled and lectured.

"Yes, sir."

Du Zexin nodded.

"Then please explain, why didn't you come back to report on your duties? According to the records, after your team entered the ghost trail, the report was changed from every 12 minutes to 15 minutes, and several times the information reports were synthesized by AI. News, if you like to use AI so much, why don’t you just give it to AI and just obediently go back to the factory to make screws.”

Frissie clicked his tongue and said:

"Not only that, but as an elite member of Rule [-], you have been reduced to being a hostage of terrorists. Now the entire secret service agency is laughing at us——Du Zexin, you don't really think that you have a relative in the capital, so you can Do you want to be arrogant?"

"I didn't mean that, sir."

Behind Du Zexin's hands, his whole body was covered with bandages, and his attitude was always relatively docile, which made it difficult for Frissie to criticize.

No matter what the other party asked, Du Zexin just answered honestly and rigidly, no different from a robot.

"You're lucky, stinky fruit pot." Frissie said dissatisfiedly: "Pay attention, you will make mistakes sooner or later-some people want to get in this position."

"Thank you for teaching."

Du Zexin ignored the other party's threat of involution, and said calmly.

After a series of reprimands and deductions of two months' bonuses and wages, Du Zexin was finally released and walked out of the office.

When he walked through the office area of ​​the Law Three headquarters, he keenly felt the eyes of his colleagues around him.

"That's the guy, right?"

"After making a fool of myself, as a spy, I would be held hostage by terrorists."

"That being said, that terrorist is also terrifying. He single-handedly broke through the power armor with his bare hands. Isn't this an ordinary human being?"

"I saw that terrorist, don't say it, she is really a handsome beauty, if she falls into the hands of Law Four, then tsk tsk..."

"Are you crazy! That guy named Li Ozi may be a spy of the Red Arrow. Regardless of his identity, that bastard killed more than 100 unarmed women!"

Du Zexin has long turned a blind eye to these things.

Should it be luck? From the first day he joined the job, all kinds of unlucky things happened to him, some were disbanded, the leader who was optimistic about him was transferred, and his colleague's wife cheated on him and spread his grievances on himself...

Like this time, it was just an extra agent kidnapped by terrorists, which seemed nothing compared to what happened all the way here.

As a special agent who went out, Du Zexin didn't need an office seat. He went to fill out a few forms, then packed his things, took the subsidy from the Ministry of Personnel, changed into his normal clothes and went home.

Humans are strange creatures.

Du Zexin was wearing a brown leather jacket and sweatpants. After taking off the uniform, he looked like an ordinary young man with a shoulder bag to outsiders. With a baseball cap on, he blended into the crowd, and no one could see him.

While rejecting individuals who don't fit in with the mainstream, while actively looking for an existence with great personality.

In the first half of life, human beings will squeeze their heads to join the collective and pursue identity, and in the second half of life, they will waste their energy on independent careers and pursuits.

I really don't know what is more important to human beings.

collective?individual?
Du Zexin was walking on the way home, thinking about this question.

In the eyes of others, he can be regarded as a person who has achieved a little.

He came from a humble background, his parents died, and he became a national civil servant by relying on correspondence education and work-study programs, taking exams all the way.

Although it is said that what they do is dirty and dirty spy work, but at any rate, they are within the system and eat public food. In this world, they are much more stable and safer than other industries.

But for people, is it important to integrate into the collective, or is it more important to feel the individual?

He walked through the family courtyard in the old industrial park, which was only his sleeping place, not really home.

The real 'home' is at the rear.

creaking——

The smart gatekeeper recognized his face, and the gate of the abandoned factory slowly opened, revealing a new world.

"I'm back." Du Zexin said.

Scrap iron, residue, and minerals were arranged in an orderly manner, crawler robots shuttled back and forth, and assembly lines operated in an orderly manner with the assistance of drones, producing Du Zexin's exclusive ammunition, armor, and parts.

Frost Plating is not a powerful country on the [Mechanic] path. In this regard, the Red Arrow Empire has a significant advantage.

Even if Du Zexin put all his income into these production lines, he could only barely close the gap with the Red Arrow mechanic.

Originally, with his ability, perhaps immigrating to the Red Arrow would be a good choice.

However, Du Zexin didn't have that idea.

Even after getting in touch with Li Aoz, the other party's unrestrained and easy manner did not attract his heart.

He loves the land, not the Medway government that controls it.

Yes, it is true that this country is so bad now, but Du Zexin thinks that it is precisely because the frost plating is not good enough that it needs more useful people to stay and build it.

On the one hand, he worked diligently, used his savings to build his own factory, and used his personal efforts to bridge the gap with foreign mechanics.

But on the other hand, Du Zexin also knew that there must be something wrong with the current situation.

Otherwise, he would not have helped Li Aoz, and even risked his life to accompany the gentleman.

Maybe Li Aoz is really the Red Arrow man, but let Mingji Humanity come up with that kind of anti-human stuff... This kind of common enemy is enough to make him abandon the concept of nationality and fight.

He walked to the workbench, took off his uniform, put on the work apron, protective clothing and gas mask, and started to operate.

Frost Plating has no restrictions on personal armament. In theory, you can hide mechas in your own home, but your home is not airtight. You have the right to hide heavy firepower and armor. When you fall asleep, enter the room directly to investigate.

In what era, if an individual wants to resist the Frost Plated government, it is not enough to rely on a few guns or even a few mechas, at least an aviation brigade is needed.

——By the way, Shirosteki has the most powerful air combat force in the four countries.

Du Zexin does not intend to rebel against the government, but in any era, individuals must learn to live out the value of the united front for themselves.

An identity like him: male, single, childless, young, powerful, socially incompetent, military, political and constitutional, and a person who eats from the government is very difficult to handle in the eyes of the upper class.

No family means no weakness, no worries about acting, no social interaction means no interest in politics and social groups, and no way to know his political orientation.

In addition, he is also a military police officer, very familiar with laws and administrative agencies, and his ability to exploit loopholes is far better than ordinary people. In the end, there is no way to catch him.

He wants to have something in his heart, and the destructive power he creates is far greater than that of ordinary people.

Du Zexin was thinking about his future while operating the mechanical manufacturing.

In fact, Frisie asked him to come here today, which already shows that he has doubts about his loyalty.

Li Aoz is not a Beta (2). He is an orthodox Beta mechanic, but he is taken hostage by Li Aoz. Even if he writes the report perfectly, a normal person would think it is outrageous.

Since then, my future has basically been interrupted.

So, what should I continue to do?

Du Zexin was thinking.

Li Ozi revealed a lot of information to him, such as David Lin's whereabouts.

But if you really want to make up your mind to support Davidin, it is basically the same as supporting a coup d'etat.

If he fails, everything he has now will be completely wiped out...

——But what if it succeeds?

This idea suddenly appeared in Du Zexin's mind:
Even if it succeeds, it is nothing more than to give the cream to last for decades.

As long as Mr. Entropy is still there, sooner or later it will be over.

Everything is preordained, people are just being lied to by the government, and hate each other for the benefit of those three melons.

The end is coming, and destruction is destiny.

Thinking of this, Du Zexin felt a little ridiculous.

"So, are you disappointed in human society?"

"A little bit."

Du Zexin replied subconsciously.

After finishing speaking, he immediately picked up the Magnum pistol on the table, turned around and pointed it at his back, and said coldly:

"come out."

A chuckle came from the shadows.

"Why so serious?"

　The beginning of this chapter is to explain the plot from Du Zexin's perspective, and the timeline starts from the end of the frost-plated volume.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)