Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

However, this mode of shopping is only for those who have leisure and elegance.

Shell Barter also has two other modes, webpage direct train and traditional webpage.

Consumers directly search on the page of Shell Barter. If they do not intend to enter the virtual store, it is a traditional page;

In the real world, only traditional pages can be used, but after entering Nanke Mengjie, all three modes can be used. It seems that there is a weird feeling, surfing the Internet in the network.

The page through train is to directly enter the virtual store through the page, and there are only consumers in the virtual store, and even the virtual customer service can be canceled or changed to a dialog service mode.

The reason why there are three modes is that the shopping mode is not necessarily accepted by everyone. Many nerds and nerds don’t like lively environments, and they generally have different degrees of social phobia.

The introduction of three models is to catch most of the consumers in one go.

The development of virtual + e-commerce is progressing steadily, steadily encroaching on traditional e-commerce.

And virtual + games, virtual + video, virtual + movies, virtual + music, virtual + novels, etc., are advancing by leaps and bounds.

A large number of companies, studios, and self-employed individuals in the cultural and entertainment industry are shifting their positions to Nanke Mengjie.

Chapter 1 Nineteen: Frenzy ([-])

Iceland in the North Atlantic.

The temperature here is cold all year round, except for the tough coniferous forest, there is little green that can be entrenched on it.

A pick-up truck shuttled across the snow-white land, and the kilometer road had already been covered by heavy snow. The pick-up truck left a continuous rut ​​on this ancient and rare land.

In the pickup truck, the driver in a thick suit was concentrating on operating the steering wheel.

The co-pilot was a middle-aged white man wearing a down jacket and a black scarf. He flipped through a stack of reports with a cold expression.

Free as a bird.

It's the next best thing to be.

Free as a bird.

Like a homing bird I"ll fly

As a bird on wings.

……

The Beatles' singing was humming in the car, and the free voice made people intoxicated. Both of them were silent, doing their own things.

This is a road close to the coast, but unfortunately the sea is now covered by thick ice.

After passing a road sign, it said (Brenhold 75KM), which means that they are still 75 kilometers away from Brunhold in the north at this time.

However, after passing the road sign, the driver did not choose to proceed along the road, but turned to the northwest.

The direction they are heading is the Skaftafell National Park in Vatnajökull, Iceland, which is a road that is not on the map.

In the windy and snowy weather, the place is filled with coldness and darkness. The pickup truck turns on the headlights. The driver seems to be very familiar with this road and seems to be able to drive with ease.

After driving more than 30 kilometers to the northwest, the pickup truck came to a valley in the ice field, and the driver rhythmically switched on the headlights of more than a dozen.

Immediately, the bottom of a huge rock not far away slowly cracked, and a passage appeared there. The driver turned the steering wheel lightly, and then drove the pickup truck into the passage, and the passage was slowly closed.

Leaving the snowflakes fluttering outside, the rut was soon covered by heavy snow and disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

Deep in the passage.

"arrive!"

The middle-aged white man who was the co-pilot opened the car door without saying a word, picked up the suitcase and walked towards the door on the left.

When he came to the door, he took off his left glove and pressed it on a screen.

drop!The door was separated left and right, and he walked in, and the door was quickly closed. Inside the silver cabin, a middle-aged white man casually pressed a button on one side［—15］.

The cabin trembled slightly, then slid down, obviously it was an elevator.

After getting out of the elevator and turning a few more passages, he arrived at the destination, a silver-white monochrome room, in which there were six other people besides the middle-aged white man.

"Mozart, you are late." An old voice sounded in the room, the voice was a white-haired old man, his sharp eyes made people dare not look directly at him.

The middle-aged Caucasian Mozart pushed the suitcase along the table to the white-haired old man: "I went to investigate the Thinking Society, here are some materials and brain wave glasses."

The old man opened the suitcase, and there were three kraft paper bags, a brain wave glasses, and a matching micro base station.

"Why not use G-net?" asked another coquettish blond woman.

"Irina, don't be too confident." Mozart warned seriously.

Irina's immaculate white arm rested her cheek lightly. The amorous eyes in her eyes seemed to be touching. She took a puff of the mint cigarette, and then lightly exhaled the smoke: "Huh! Are you saying that the G network is not safe?"

"That person is not simple. A person who can develop virtual worlds and brainwave glasses and is a top mathematician, you really think that the Internet is safe in front of him," Mozart asked rhetorically.

The other four also frowned.

The old man at the head knocked on the table, put down the investigation report in his hand, and said solemnly: "The threat from Sisi Society and that person is getting bigger and bigger, and we must find a way to solve it."

Pressing the cigarette in her hand on the ashtray, the corners of Irina's mouth slightly curled up: "Why don't you consider taking him in? We have also recruited some Orientals."

Mozart shook his head and said: "So I said you are too confident, you think the other party will join us"

"Why not?" Irina replied with a smile.

Others also expressed some opinions one after another, mainly divided into two opinions, the recruitment faction headed by Irina, and the eradication faction headed by Mozart.

The old man closed his eyes and pondered the opinions of both sides, and finally he said slowly: "Prepare with both hands, Irina, you are in charge of contacting the other party, and Mozart, you are in charge of the eradication plan."

"Yes."

"OK."

"If the other party is unwilling, we must eliminate him at all costs." The old man ordered coldly.

Mozart raised his left hand, pointed to the ceiling with his index finger and said frantically: "Everything is for the glory of the Lord."

"You get all the divisions ready, we're running out of time," the old man continued.

"Could it be that our plan has to be advanced?" Irina was surprised.

The old man said coldly: "It's just a rehearsal, just a chance to rebalance the world."

"So fast"