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The first voice knocked on the head, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "The real person has a magic weapon, called the treasure gourd, which can be big or small, Nasumi is like mustard seeds, and the real person keeps a pair of yin and yang insects."

"My lord, that is exactly what I want to say."

"However, my relationship with real people is not easy."

"The Daoist is currently in a deep sleep. If he gets these 50 billion souls, he will end his deep sleep as soon as possible. I think he will agree."

"Try it and write him a letter in my name."

"In addition, start to arrange the teleportation array, alas, this is not a small expense."

"Send someone to set off immediately and go to the ancestor star."

Black ink is written on white paper. In this unknown place, everyone communicates in this most traditional way.

Because the more technologically advanced the place, the more people understand that sometimes high technology is not reliable.

……

Ambrose also understands this truth.

After Ambrose escaped from the farm, he was not in a hurry to reveal his identity, otherwise, he would probably be treated as a lunatic and sent to a mental hospital.

The problem that should be solved most is how to avoid the eyes of Prometheus.

Prometheus is everywhere.

Ambrose is worthy of being a smart man, he quickly thought of a way.

If you can't destroy Prometheus, destroy yourself.

What happened to Tang Erfei reminded him.

I can pretend.

Prometheus relies on height, weight, pupils, fingerprints, appearance...to lock the target.

Ambrose realized this and underwent a complete makeover.

He has already passed on the news, and in addition, he is quietly developing members.

Prometheus is very tightly controlled, but someone has found problems, otherwise, the mental hospital would not be overcrowded.

Humans are still full of wisdom.

This made Ambrose see hope again. Perhaps no matter how strong the wall is, there will be a day when it will be broken.

At night, An Bangsi quietly came to his mansion.

Although there are security patrols here, the defense is not tight.Probably Prometheus is too confident. After all, his eyes are everywhere, and he doesn't need human security at all.

It seems that tigers also take naps sometimes.

He quietly climbed over the wall and sneaked into the mansion, making a loud noise when he landed.

Ambrose was taken aback and hurriedly hid in the dark.

The security guards patrolling the gate noticed it, but they were too lazy to come over to see it.

Ambrose breathed a sigh of relief.

Not entirely hopeless.

He began to move quietly into the mansion. At this time, Ambrose should thank himself the most.

Before, he had thoroughly cleaned up the equipment in the mansion, but after that, Prometheus did not replenish it.

Too careless.

I'm afraid he didn't expect that he would return to the camp.

Machines, that is, machines, only know how to use big data analysis.

Humans, on the other hand, have brains.

How can human intelligence be analyzed by machines?

The reason why Ambrose came back here was actually for a piece of information.

After the death of the old law enforcement officer, Anbansi completed the transfer of power. Of course, the death of the old law enforcement officer also involved Anbansi's planning.

But these things are all in the past.Unexpectedly, Prometheus suddenly came alive, and all plots and calculations were swallowed by the storm.

In the process of receiving power, Ambrose also obtained many relics from the old law enforcement officers.

The old law enforcement officer has controlled the Federation for so many years, so he naturally has some secrets.

It is said that the old law enforcement officer has an ancient relic in his hand, which has not been made public yet.

The location of the ancient relics is recorded in paper form and stored in the basement of the study.

Before I could see it, I was taken away by Prometheus.

Ugh……

An Bangsi sighed in his heart, he must be the most unfortunate law enforcement officer in history.

He entered the mansion with ease, and he was too familiar with this place.

The days of fleeing also brought him a wealth of combat experience.

Through the window, An Bangsi lightly jumped into the study.

It can really be described in four words: as light as a swallow.

An Bangsi was a little complacent, he raised his head, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

At the position of the desk in the study, a person sat there, looking straight at himself.

This man looks exactly like Ambrose.

Mechanical version Ambrose.

An Bangsi opened his eyes wide, he didn't expect it to be so real.Nose, eyes, beard... even the charm of the face can be imitated.

When the real product meets the counterfeit product, An Bangsi really wants to smash him.

However, he didn't dare to move, he was throwing himself into a trap.

When the real thing meets the fake, it turns out to be the real thing.

After a while, Ambrose remained motionless, and so did the mechanical version of Ambrose.

This is... asleep?

Of course, machines do not need to sleep, but machines also need to sleep.

All over the world, there are clones of the Prometheus system everywhere.

But not every avatar is activated. For example, the mechanical version of Ambrose usually shows up and doesn't need to do anything at all.

At this moment, it happened to be his dormant state.

After realizing this, Anbangsi heaved a sigh of relief, his heart beating wildly.

At this time, I realized that the clothes had been wet with cold sweat.

It's terrible.

With his own anger, An Bangsi should tear him apart.

However, he was also worried that he would be impulsive, and instead activated the mechanical version of Ambrose.

Let's go for our own goals and don't make extra troubles.

He took out a book "Postpartum Care of Sows" from the bookshelf, and took out a key from between the pages of the book.

The door to the basement was behind the bookcase, he moved it slightly, unlocked it with a key, and a downward passage appeared on the wall.

An Bangsi flashed in, then quietly closed the door, and everything outside returned to normal.

===Chapter 325 Experimental Subject===

The basement is dark.

Ambrose twisted a lighting rod, and the chemical liquid merged, releasing white cold light.

It would be more convenient to have a battery-powered emergency light source, but because of Prometheus, Ambrose has already suffered from severe electronic equipment phobia.

He can't even trust the battery.

Or this chemical is more reliable.

By the light of the lighting stick, he saw buckets of purified water, boxes of instant food, cans, drinks, and weapons.

This basement is actually an emergency shelter.When something particularly scary happens, you can live in the basement for a while.

In the center of the basement, there are piles of paper materials.

Ambrose put the lighting stick on the ground, sat on the ground by himself, and began to look through these materials.

Where is the old lawman's ancient relic hidden?

The world has become like this, only ancient relics can fight against ancient relics.

The information left by the old law enforcement officer is too much and very messy, which is why Ambrose has not had time to process it.

Of course, it was also because Prometheus broke out too suddenly.

He flipped through these materials page by page, and the secrets of the old law enforcement officer's life were slowly revealed before his eyes.

"Fuck, that's how it happened."

"Fuck, that's how it happened."

With these materials, Anbangsi has a clearer understanding of the Federation, and the problems that were previously incomprehensible are now clear at a glance after understanding the secrets behind them.

But what's the use?

Totally useless, the world is already ruled by Prometheus, and machines don't care about plots and tricks.

This is really a major change unseen in 10000 years.

Where are the ancient relics left by the old law enforcement officer hidden?

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Pages of information were flipped through, and they were thrown aside because they were useless, and Ambrose was not interested in understanding the secrets behind them.

"Grab a grass!"

Ambrose opened his mouth wide, and a document in the pile caught his attention.

This is a strange item discovered by the archaeological team. After reporting it, it was finally sent to the old law enforcement officer.

Ambrose frowned and looked more carefully.

I seem to have discovered some great secret.

He went through this document again and searched for relevant information in the pile of papers. The secret that an old law enforcement officer deliberately hid was slowly unfolding before his eyes.

The archaeological team controlled by the Presbyterian Church discovered a strange item in the Great Wall State.

This item was sent to a professional team for cleaning and identification... The final analysis showed that it should be a mechanical brain.

Similar to the broken mech I found?

Anbangsi nodded, he got the Prometheus system from the operating system of the broken mecha.

Then, it led to Blue Star's current situation.

Well, speaking of it, I still caused today.

Ambrose read on...

Just as he thought, after obtaining this mechanical brain, the old law enforcement officer sent people to study, trying to get something from this mechanical brain.

This is what normal people do.

After all, technology from 10000 years ago, nobody would not be interested.

Technology means strength, and strength means benefits.