SOTOPIA: Artificial Pseudo-God

Steven walked into the ward without knocking.In the dreary post-hurricane weather, the nurses drew back the drapes to let less harsh natural light into the ward.

"Let's go soon, Moskevich," he said briefly.

Moskevich has been moved to a wheelchair - although his bones and internal organs are sound, a deep wound on his leg has not healed and he is still unable to move freely.He sat peacefully, with the book Steven lent him on his lap, and his hands naturally folded on it.The blond young nurse walked in front of Steven pushing a wheelchair.

Kaye and her colleagues stood in the lobby with guns hidden under their coats, making their real identities less obvious, but the sharp and strict demeanor was still incompatible with the hospital.

"Hi, I'm Kay Johnson, Steven's colleague. I'm here to pick you up to Los Angeles." The 26-year-old female detective flashed her ID card in her left hand, and stretched her right hand to Moskevich in the wheelchair. The polite smile on the face is generous and natural, with a sense of maturity commensurate with his age and status. "According to the recording of the previous questioning, let me call you Moskevich."

Moskevich smiled sincerely without hesitation, and stretched out his right hand to shake it back, smoothly and without any flaws. "It's very kind of you to call me that, Miss Johnson."

After a short handshake, Kay turned to Steven, who was doing nothing, and took his shoulders like a male friend or colleague, and pulled him aside and whispered, "Is your car parked outside?" He was affirmed After answering, she waved to one of the colleagues in the same group, and the young man with almost no features, who could blend into the ordinary crowd at any time, came over. "Give him the keys and we'll send your car back."

"Hey, what about me?" Although he didn't stop Kay's behavior, Steven was reluctant about it.Rather, he's used to Kay's behavior.There is obviously a age gap, but the other party is also a mature and excellent woman who is not difficult to arouse the redundant thoughts of the opposite sex. Their relationship is like brothers.

"Maynard asked you to escort this Moskevich in the same car." Kay leaned closer to his ear, the fresh breath of citrus perfume brushed from the side, and his tone was full of fun and slyness.

Steven's facial muscles twitched, and he looked helpless: "Why do you always leave the troublesome things to me? Didn't you juniors handle these things before?"

And Kay had already let go of him, and responded lightly: "Don't you like excitement." The young woman turned to her colleagues with a relaxed and happy expression, clapping her hands like a teacher who organizes preschool children's hiking and picnic: " Alright, let's get to work."

On the other end, Moskevich held the soft and slender hand of the female nurse, and expressed his thanks and farewell in a sincere and sincere tone, abruptly interpreting the effect of saying goodbye to a wounded soldier and a field nurse during World War II.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Steven couldn't stand it any longer—the undercurrents and the sense of disobedience covered up these days had exhausted him physically and mentally.He took the wheelchair from the nurse, and casually asked Kai, who was handling the formalities with the hospital a few meters away: "Don't you need to inject this guy with some medicine? It's quite a distance from here to Los Angeles." When he spoke, he pretended not to see it. Moskevich's eyes widened like a conditioned reflex, and his subtle expression quickly returned to calm.

"Oh, no."

It took a few minutes for Steven to understand what the word "no" meant.

Although Kay drove a transfer ambulance, it was not the type officially used by hospitals, and the patients to be transported were not seriously injured or seriously ill.In order to leave enough room for movement to deal with emergencies, she directly unloaded the ambulance stretcher.

Helping to put the wheelchair and Moskevich in the wheelchair into the ambulance, Steven just wanted to get out of the back door and sit in the co-pilot's seat, but Kay grabbed his arm.Without any explanation, Kay directly took out the handcuffs - one handcuffed Moskevich's right hand, and the other was Steven's left wrist.

"Hey, what are you—" This time, Steven couldn't sit still. "It's 2009 now, do we have to use scenes from old police and gangster movies? If something happens, do you want me to cover him, or pull out a gun and knock down others?"

"Don't blame me, this is what the bosses told me, I just follow orders." Kay's explanation was a bit far-fetched, and it didn't sound apologetic at all, but Steven didn't have much to do, so he had to make do with it. Skevich's side.Facing them were four young colleagues who were familiar but did not know each other. They were all faces that were not easy to remember, but their actions and physique were capable and reliable, like "escort" guards temporarily transferred from other departments.

The handcuffs felt cold and hard on his wrists.It was far from thrilling, but as the party better suited to handcuffing someone else, it was anything but pleasant.

Kai was in control of the steering wheel, watching the situation of several people through the rearview mirror from time to time.Seeing Steven's resigned negative reaction, she couldn't help teasing: "A few years ago, you might have fought for it."

Steven smiled wryly: "That was a few years ago. I thought that being treated by a psychiatrist to 'control violent tendencies' was the best thing I did."

"Haha, that's really shameless."

"Criminals aside, as a gentleman, I have always had full respect for the elderly, weak, women and children."

As he wished, Kay, who was tired of this old topic, did not continue.

The ambulance had been driving for an hour, and Moskevich still didn't say a word, just staring at a certain point in the air thoughtfully.It was Steven who spoke first: "I thought you would be more curious about the 'outside world'."

"This is the reserve of being an adult."

"This kind of reaction is probably more like a self-righteous high school student." He was about to habitually use his left hand to take out the mobile phone in his pocket, but was restricted by the metal products.Noticing Moskevich's emotions, Steven sighed, and his words were almost comforting: "No way, this is a requirement for safe delivery, please bear with it a little bit."

Looking down at the handcuffs on his wrist, Moskevich said softly: "I won't run..." After a while, he looked up at the FBI agent beside him, and said with a wry smile: "Could you be Have pity on me."

Steven looked at him, and the deep eyes collided, which made him feel a little sympathetic: "This is just basic humanitarianism-it doesn't seem to be the end of it. All in all, if it wasn't here, we're afraid No chance of getting to know each other."

"You don't need to feel guilty." Moskevich suddenly looked away, and re-gazing at the invisible point in the air that cannot be captured. "No matter what happens next, you don't need to apologize to me."

The topic took a turn for the worse, and Steven couldn't help but have a bad premonition, which was even worse than the existing pessimistic assumptions.

"You—" What arrived faster than Steven's questioning was an uninvited guest who suddenly appeared on the highway.

The assailant, who was hiding behind bushes on the side of the road, did not emerge directly.The first to be attacked were police cars clearing the way ahead of the ambulance.The Colt 9mm□ swept the front window glass into flying glass shards, and several bullets directly wedged into the heads and chests of the two police officers in the front row, and they didn't even find a chance to draw their guns.The out-of-control police car rushed to the side of the road, and the car intercom system also repeated the anxious calls of the dispatching team members.

Almost at the same time as the gunshots sounded, Kay quickly lowered his upper body, slammed the steering wheel to the left, and swung the body of the ambulance, using the relatively hard and sealed side with bulletproof materials to resist the strong attack from the opposite side.The sharply spinning tires carved several sharp brake marks on the road.The young detective who drove Steven's jeep immediately drove the fragile old car behind the body of the ambulance, and used this special barrier as a trench to communicate with the headquarters while preparing for a tough battle.