SOTOPIA: Artificial Pseudo-God

Rosa can't drive.In fact, not only is she incapable of driving, she even has a slight phobia of driving.This caused her a lot of trouble commuting, not to mention rushing to work at Steven's request, while racking her brains in front of the computer in the back seat to make up for him to send to the Krebs and the card Lorraine's email.Fortunately, when the special car sent her joint action assessment plan to the temporary headquarters, Rosa's brain was still clear enough.

Here, she met many colleagues from the Bureau of Strategic Planning, but Mills was not there.

Frank in a suit and leather shoes took the initiative to greet her: "Long time no see, little girl."

Rosa nodded to him.She noticed that Belikova, who was following Frank, was fully armed, goggles propped up on her head, and the heavy armor belt gave the young woman a murderous look.

"I thought you would lead the team yourself for this operation," Rosa said to Frank.

Frank replied: "No, I'm sitting in the rear with the FBI this time, and I didn't make the battle plan." He turned to Belikova, and his tone was kind. "Belikova, this time I introduced you to them as an 'anti-terrorist tactic expert' and commander on the scene of the operation."

Belikova nodded calmly: "No problem. The locator signal on Moskevich's body is stable, and we have found the exact target through tracking. I have confirmed the hull structure diagram of the 'Yugiri', and everything can go as planned. plan to proceed."

"Hostage rescue?"

"...Probably no problem."

Frank didn't speak; Rosa immediately grasped from Belikova's momentary embarrassment what was wrong with her.

——Russian rough, often stigmatized "Siberian style" is still inevitably flowing in Belikova's blood, although it has been mixed with a lot of "scalpel-like" instilled by Frank and Mills Precision Strike" concept of action.

Frank comforted Rosa symbolically: "Don't worry, Belikova will not kill your 'brother' and those hostages together with the enemy—I promise."

Rosa didn't know how to react to the joke, but she was glad Steven wasn't there.

The three walked into the conference room together, and Maynard and his colleagues were already waiting for them behind the round table.

The first to speak was Maynard, who had been promoted and appeared as a representative of the FBI: "This is a critical operation, and the result will directly affect our future cooperation. I don't intend to talk nonsense-time does not allow it. Then I will get straight to the point asked," and his eyes were fixed on the calm Frank. "I thought Mills would at least show up?"

"He has other work, and I will handle it here." Frank's words and deeds seemed polite. "You can trust me as much as you can, Mr. Russell."

Maynard frowned quickly, and returned to the topic directly: "We need to confirm the risks of the operation and the loss plan. Don't forget, the battlefield for this joint attack is on the high seas, and we are the only ones responsible for the results."

Frank smiled and raised his hand, signaling Maynard to let go of his prejudice: "Relax, Mr. Russell, in addition to tactical support, we will also share risks."

He gestured to Rosa with his eyes, and the latter immediately walked to the projector knowingly and began to show the results of his work with his colleagues. "The technical department has come up with several plans for the psychological analysis of key figures—" she said methodically.

On the second day after being placed in isolation on the Yugiri, Alexander brought Moskevich closer to the "Spider's Web" again.This time, Moskevich saw more.

"I can't believe you guys made something like this," he murmured.

Alexander's hands were still wrapped in bandages, but this did not prevent him from reaching out to touch the rows of cold machines: "Your next sentence will probably be 'this is much worse than what Sotopia did'?"

Moskevich glanced at him: "No matter how much I refute you, I'm afraid I can't change the fate of my brain being taken from a living body." He looked at the row of nutrition tanks without wiring in front of him. The "spare brain" that has not yet been connected to the "spider web", there is even a metal nameplate with name and age next to each nutrition tank.Moskevich speculates that this information presumably came from the original owner of each brain.

Yes, he used the word "original" in his thinking.

Facing the part of the human body stored like a specimen, Moskevich wanted to vomit, but he didn't do it in the end.He thought that this might be because he saw countless himself who had reached the end of life ahead of schedule.

However, facing Alexander, he couldn't show any flaws, even though the scene of the cruise ship sinking under gunfire had already appeared in his mind.

Alexander was still eloquently introducing the working principle of the "spider web" system.It can be seen that he doesn't know much about biomedicine and information engineering, but he has enough enthusiasm for this experimental project promoted by exiled scientists. "——The deduction potential of the human brain, the resurrection and reuse of the dead aura, isn't it full of expectations?"

"You disgust me," Moskevich said to Alexander. "I should have smashed my brains out."

Alexander had an indifferent expression: "We don't lack brains, but I personally feel sorry for your death. Come on, now I think you will be more interested in food. Thirty hours later, our scientists The calculation of the last set of parameters will be completed, the 'spider web' will be officially activated, and you will also become one of them, as the god at the center of the web, gain eternal life in the heaven of knowledge."

Moskevich looked coldly at Alexander's dangerous eyes pretending to be enthusiastic, and from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the information nameplate in front of the nutrition tank again.

Colin Saxon, Wolfgang Tilsey, Jessica Thorpe...all unfamiliar names.Moskevich had never seen these victims, and he lacked the empathy that Steven was proud of, but at this moment, he seemed to be able to hear the wailing deep in his brain.

And Alexander was smiling at him from the doorway, the shadows cast on the floor like hell's gate of thorns.

It was the end of January 2012, and the Gulf of Mexico was experiencing the coldest temperature of the year.

The open sea at three o'clock in the morning was eerily quiet, only the dull sound of waves beating against the hull.

The huge hull of the Yugiri is like an isolated island, floating silently on the vast sea.As far as the radar scans, there is not even a second small ship that can barely be a companion.Except for the light of the deck and superstructure revealing a bit of human activity, this cruise ship is like a coffin made of steel, burying secret ambitions and nightmares.

And above the sky, several stealth helicopters have been quietly in place; nearly a hundred nautical miles away, Maynard is concentrating on observing the synchronous screen from the helicopter, peeking at the mysterious Yugiri from above.

Frank, who was sitting aside, glanced at his watch.When he raised his head, his eyes met Maynard's.

Maynard nodded calmly.

--Time is up.

The self-defense force adviser responsible for providing local coastal defense information looked nervous and fidgeted.Maynard could see that he disapproved of the operation, even though he knew it was impossible to cancel the plan.Just two hours earlier, consultants had even dragged Maynard into a smoking room to communicate one-on-one that senior executives "wanted to negotiate with the other side."

At that time, Maynard acquiesced to the other party's request and said that he would decide whether to take compulsory action after conveying his willingness to negotiate to Yugiri.Now, he intends to completely sever the last link between the top management and Alexander.

Maynard suddenly picked up the walkie-talkie and directly issued a formal order to the mixed troops on standby on the helicopter: "The negotiation broke down, and we are ready to attack."

"Wait, we haven't—" The consultant stood up abruptly, and Maynard's men immediately held him down.

"The negotiating table will only bring about a temporary truce, not a complete 'elimination'. Once we back down, everything we have done in the past will be meaningless." Maynard stared at the real shot from the helicopter, subconsciously He licked his lips. "If you knew what was on it, you wouldn't expect the innocence of 'negotiation' to be effective. Or is there something that the high-level people you serve don't want us to know?"

The consultant who was pushed back on the chair gritted his teeth and shook his head helplessly.

On the helicopter, Belikova rubbed her stiff wrists habitually as she looked at the temporary team beside her, which was composed of the SWAT tactical team and the Falcon unit under Sotopia.

——Now I am the commander, and the whole situation is under my control.

She murmured silently in her heart, her brain running fast to review every detail of the action plan.

"The operation begins." She lowered her voice and conveyed instructions to the temporary subordinates around her.They are all experienced elites, with impeccable skills, will and obedience, like countless sabers polished by sand and stone.

"Prepare to launch a non-nuclear electromagnetic pulse bomb." Belikova, who has adapted to her new identity, ordered decisively.

Eighteen electromagnetic pulse bombs landed on the cruise ship Yugiri without any mistakes, and four huge directional blast devices sank into preset positions around the cruise ship in the night.The soldiers on the helicopter could not hear the anxious noise on the cruise ship, but they could clearly see the moment when the lights went out under the action of electromagnetic pulse through remote sensing images.The electronic equipment on the cruise ship was paralyzed, and the signal station that transmitted information to the outside world became a piece of scrap iron.

Yugiri has become a real black island.

Like the flustered guards in the dark, the gangsters who were awakened by the sudden attack yelled and drew out their weapons.The broadcasting system and mobile communication equipment in the cruise ship were unavailable, so they could only rush out of the room as if gambling, ready to fight against the enemy who did not know when they would appear.However, the directional blast launched immediately after that swept them into dizziness again.

The more chaotic the opponent is, the easier it is for the balance of victory to tilt to his side.

Belikova took a deep breath. "Confirm the equipment." She put on the night vision goggles and opened the helicopter door.In the black and green staggered field of vision, the gigantic Yugiri was indescribably strange, and this was her battlefield—their battlefield.

"Ready to rappel!"