mayfly era

Typhoid sat in the center of the smog, with a stern, impersonal face, operating the huge terminal mastermind at the base, dutifully playing video.

Originally, only the bong and the two steam chimneys on the left and right were emitting white smoke.

The anti-leather e-cigarette on the right is lit with faint blue light spots, while the paper cigarette smoked by the bong on the left is dotted with a crumbling spark.

But addiction to cigarettes has never been able to withstand temptation. After a while, he saw Chen Li hooked up a charging cable from the main circuit board, and spent a few minutes charging his depleted e-cigarette. , also joined the ranks of swallowing clouds.

In the end, even Song Guang pulled out a disposable atomized cigarette from the cigarette case, and smoked without looking sideways.

Typhoid felt that he seemed a bit out of place when he didn't have anything on his lips, but he had always disliked tobacco and alcohol, and he didn't understand how these spicy and exciting things occupied the market.

"Let's talk about your own opinions." After quickly reviewing the surveillance video of that day in Trayali Heaven, the counter-reform first proposed and started the meeting.

This time there were only five people in the party, namely, Fange, Songguang, Chen Li, Yangan, and Shanghan. Most of them had directly or indirectly participated in the mission of Tiaolitian, but the driver Daxue was not on the list. involved in this complex state of affairs.

Rebellion does not force it, rc has always been free and democratic.

They often quarrel during meetings, and they are especially keen on firing guns to counter the revolution.Exploding foul language and ridiculing each other, no one will be stingy with their sharp teeth.

But this kind of communication with constant disputes is always better than the silence of each other.

"Judging from the surveillance video, Tao Litian made a lot of money this night." Song Guang said lightly.

Fan Ge heard the meaning of Song Guang's words, and took up the conversation, "Naturally, it is said that the entire business is now supported by Tao Litian, and Shang's Pharmaceutical Company has long since faded away...Of course this is a nonsense to ridicule Shang Liming, But it's not unreasonable."

"Whether it is the Tao Litian or the Shang Group, they are the foundation they rely on to maintain, and they cannot be easily abandoned." Song Guang said.

"I think that's why those faceless androids didn't show up in the infield of Dao Li Tian," Counter-Revolution nodded, "for fear of affecting their own business."

"Those faceless bionics were originally scraps made by Shang Liming. I don't know who made these original scraps move. The time I met Lao Yan was the same as the one I met two days ago. They are all on-the-spot learning, with a lot of strength, but the ability to learn and memorize is not strong." Chen Li said.

"The anatomy results shared by the bureau, the sixth generation of bionics, artificial blood, artificial bionic organs, artificial bones, in short, artificial humans, with chips in their brains, without any programs loaded." Quality reports are shared to the screen.

"Cleaned up?" Song Guang asked.

"It has been detected that there are residual data fragments, but they are very old. They should have been cleaned, but they have not been cleaned very well, leaving some fragments of simple action programs," said Fange, "basically in line with the definition of scrap."

"They seem to only be able to move within a certain distance, and if they go beyond the range, they will lose their kinetic energy. I kicked one out that day, and I remember that it just lay down and didn't move." Chen Li recalled.

"This data has also been done by the Bureau. The distance between each of the six bionics and the electromagnetic car is recorded in the Bureau, but the driver is also a bionic person, so it is still impossible to judge whether the distance is valid or not. significance."

"The electromagnetic car belongs to the merchant." The smoking gun spoke for the first time.

"There is no record of the vehicle, what do you say?" Fan Ge asked.

"The same car followed me before, but now I think it should be an employee or someone hired by the business. The tracking method is very amateurish."

"This raises a doubtful point, why did the merchants use human beings to track you before, instead of these faceless bionics?" Counter-Ge said in a deep voice.

"When did the merchant start following you?" Chen Li asked suddenly.

"Probably..." Smoker squinted his eyes and recalled, "After October 26."

"There must be a gap in the logic of behavior, and there must be some variables," Chen Li said. "Before Daolitian, merchants' stalking behavior was very amateurish, and they used ordinary people. When we were in Daolitian, they launched a group of aggressive attacks." Very strong faceless androids, but they dare not let the androids show their faces in front of the guests. After that, they let these androids go to the street to intercept and attack, which is not in line with their initial amateur and cowardly behavior .”

"Not necessarily, the employee who sneaked into your bar is the bait, and the mission of the Taoist Heaven is also the bait, catching us step by step, and catching the turtle in one step, there is no gap in the middle, it is a real trap," Smoker retorted, "If everything goes well It was written by Que He and Shang Shu, and it makes sense before and after, because you knew their purpose, so they were eager to kill you at that time, and even put the bionic man on the street."

Chen Li shook his head. He still felt that there was something logically untenable in it, but he couldn't find it for a while.

"Their behavior became more and more anxious," Song Guang said, "Shang Liming's son probably died soon."

Song Guang's words are always short, but they are always to the point, accurately bringing the topic to a key issue.

"There should be some action in a short time." Chen Li turned his head and looked at the smoking gun, "What do you plan to do?"

"I'll give her up," said Smoker quietly.

Counter-revolutionary nodded, "This is your business, it's up to you, we don't interfere."

"I'm sorry, because I have troubled you and hurt Cy." The voice of the smoking gun was a little tense.

"Don't think too much, the couple of messy businessmen, they have done such a thing that is not as good as pigs and dogs, and now they still have the face to steal people from me. I think they are living too comfortably and need some education." Ge's voice is not loud, but full of domineering.

Smoker smiled wryly, "Boss, we are not the free agents we used to be, you can talk about it."

"Your business is between you and Shang Liming's son, and my business is between me and the businessman. I don't care about you, and you don't care about me." Fan Ge said.

"You're putting something in your hands in the fourth round." Smoker said calmly.

"You have been with me since you were six years old. To tell you something you don't like to hear, you should be the son of my rebellion. Shang Liming is just an old man half buried in the earth. What is missing? My children and they Throw whatever you want, pick it up if you want, fuck it!" After saying that, Fan Ge brought the electronic cigarette to his mouth and took a deep puff.

Yan Qiang felt that the muscles on his face were stiff and sore, he rubbed his face hard, and said with a playful smile, "Nonsense, you can't give birth to me when you are ten years old."

"You also know that I am ten years older than you, what are you pretending in front of me?"

Smoker shook his head, his eyes were somewhat blank.

Chen Yue was sensitive to the emotions of the pipe, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the back of the pipe's neck, the tentacles were extraordinarily cold and stiff.

It turns out that all composure is just a pretense and an illusion. Even the most free and easy person can't accept the meaning of his birth for a while...it is another person's reserve.

A living petri dish of living, living spare organs, waiting to be slaughtered.

The smoking gun pulled Chen Li's hand on the back of his neck, but did not let go, but put it on his knee, holding it in his hand.

His little finger was hard against the palm of his hand, and it was a bit painful. Chen Li wanted to break free, but the hand of the smoking gun was so cold, and he couldn't bear it for a while.

After holding it for a while, the bong consciously let go, showing a pretty free and easy smile, "Don't fucking call me so pitiful, I always feel that my luck is very good, boss, haven't you counted it for me too, I am lucky in my life, I am free and easy, I want to smoke and smoke, I want to play wild, I am very happy...Now I know that I am so fucking different, it is not a loss!"

These words were more like convincing himself, his tone gradually became more relaxed, and he teased the counter-revolutionary, "Boss, you are a bit of a double standard...you didn't even bat an eyelid when we asked us to kill that obligatory beauty .”

The speaker has no intention, but he does not know how much the listener has intention.Chen Li's heart stabbed suddenly, and that obliging body beauty with unique temperament appeared in his mind.

The death posture of her bowing her head and kneeling on the ground seems to be crying about the injustice of life.

Obligation body, how despicable and ruthless the person who named this is, the act of forcing a life to sacrifice its own organs is actually called "obligation".

Even though the act of cultivating obligate bodies was explicitly prohibited by G 30 years ago, and even imposed extremely severe punishments, G never thought of giving these illegally born lives a warm nest.The obligor is not a "natural person" in the law of this country, and cannot be a "legal citizen" of this country and have complete "human rights" throughout his life.

Chen Yue suddenly became irritable. He felt the blood vessels on his forehead swell and throb.

"I've always had double standards. Have I never killed a person or a chicken? Everyone wants me to show mercy. Is there any fucking chicken in the world?" Fan Ge choked back without hesitation.

"I'm not one of those hypocritical defenders. I'm righteous and talk about the equality of all beings. If anyone makes me fail to achieve what I want, I will point my gun at whoever it is, without exception."

With a tense face, Fan Ge continued to say word by word, "Everyone has to pay the price for their sins, no one can be forgiven, everyone, including me, including you."

"Rebellion, calm down, Lao Yan is right, don't give any excuses to the fourth round," Song Guang broke the deadlock with his calm and out of tune tone, "Lao Yan, don't think your boss is so careless, just tell me Picking merchants is something that only cy can do."

Chen Li didn't expect to have his own business at this time, and was speechless for a while because of Song Guang's sudden teasing.

At this time, Typhoid, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up from the chair, and the track chair hit the table with a "bang!".

Typhoid's eyes were fixed on the screen, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

His mouth was slightly open, his lips trembled, and his usually indifferent face became a little distorted.