mayfly era

"Disappeared..." Typhoid murmured to himself.

With his thin back slightly arched, he sat in the empty main brain room.

The brand new mastermind has the most advanced performance, but the strange warm light has disappeared.The isolated island disappeared from the city, and "it" could not be found anywhere.

Did "it" leave Central City, or did it escape tracking through evolution?

Typhoid took a deep breath, he felt clammy on his forehead.The unspeakable heart palpitations made him tremble involuntarily. His fingers hesitated on the operation panel for a long time before moving again. He adjusted the parameter values ​​several times and tried to find the error, but still found nothing.

The isolated island in the city was no longer covered by the warm light, and turned back to a barrenness. The collected images on the electronic screen were white and blue—like a barrenness soaked in ice.

Only four days have passed since the Marshal blew up the mastermind and he rebuilt the model today.

Four days is an insignificant amount of time for human growth.

Before this, Typhoid had never been afraid of this group of strange lights. He even wondered whether human society was too complicated for this monster, which made "it" have the will to live alone—if "it" didn't Where will "it" go and what will it do if it lives alone again?

Fear of the unknown is easily mixed with the dangerous emotion of excitement.Typhoid fever felt chills all over his body, but the core of his body was scalding hot and cold, making him want to vomit.

His seldom fluctuating emotional curve became a mess at this moment, and the disorder made him freeze there for a while.

At this time, Counter-Ge pushed the door open, and Shanghan contacted him as soon as he noticed the disappearance of the heterochromatic light.He arrived in a hurry, still in his pajamas—it was 12:30 a.m., and for a man in his late 40s, it was time for sleep.

"How is it?" Fan Ge came over, dragged a track chair and sat down, with one hand on Typhoid's shoulder, and the other on the mastermind's console.

"Disappeared." Typhoid said, his vocal cords seemed to be contracted into a ball, tight and hoarse.

Counter-reform fell silent, his fingers unconsciously tapped on the operating table, without a fixed rhythm, just tapping, as if to distract extra attention.

"It's gone," Typhoid said again.

"Don't worry," Fan Ge's warm and mellow voice has a strong soothing power, "Don't be nervous, it's okay."

"But it's gone."

"It's okay, I'll figure it out."

"Is it something terrible?" Typhoid asked in a low voice.

"Not really, the human heart is much more terrifying." Fan Ge said, his eyes became darker, as if he was thinking about very complicated things, and his expression became serious.

"It was my mistake." Typhoid straightened his thin body, his eyes looked at the counter-revolutionary with complicated emotions, "If I can keep the main brain that day, if I can rebuild the model faster."

"I never asked you to keep the mastermind, everything was my idea, and the part that was sacrificed was also my fault," said Fange, "There is no war without sacrifice. It is nothing to sacrifice a mastermind, as long as people are fine."

"Boss, did you find what you wanted there?" Typhoid asked.

Fan Ge smiled slightly, "I found it."

Typhoid nodded and stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Fan Ge patted his shoulder and asked with concern.

Typhoid's lips moved, but he still didn't spit out the words.

"Sick of home?" Fan Ge's gentle voice warms the bottom of his heart. He has always been good at using this voice, caring and comforting, laughing and cursing, which is also one of his weapons.

"I went back on the day of the reunion festival, and they are all very well." Typhoid said with some difficulty.

"Then why are you downcast?" Fan Ge said with a smile.

"I just feel that I am useless."

"What are you talking about!" Counter-revolutionary patted Typhoid's shoulder vigorously, "If you are useless, then everyone else should go to the recycling bin."

"Boss...if someone dies because of me...I will go crazy." Shang Han said, with a barely audible trill in his flat tone.

Fan Ge frowned slightly, he knew the reason for the "again" in Shanghan's words, and he also knew how keen and hot this seemingly indifferent young man was inside.

"This is because of the different division of labor, not anything else," said Fange. "It has nothing to do with strength or weakness. Some people are arms, some people are brains, and some people are eyes."

Typhoid remained silent, his black eyelashes covered his eyeballs and hid his gaze, making him still look so thin and dull.

"The strength of the body is largely innate. For example, Cy, he can have almost the same absolute strength as Bishamon, because his body is born with great hardness and strong tolerance. Coupled with the acquired exercise, it is The perfect fighter."

"He is a combatant, so his life as a combatant is destined to start and end in combat. He knows better than you how to deal with crises in actual combat. This is also his duty."

"Then entrusting your safety to him is the most balanced and applicable tactic."

"Typhoid fever, some people are arms, some people are eyes, it's true that they are all flesh and blood, but there is no reason why the eyes can protect the arms."

Typhoid took a deep breath, "It's not fair."

Counter-revolution nodded, "Yes, it's not fair, but from the moment there are differences between people, it is doomed that there is no absolute fairness... What is fairness? Are products of the same model fair? There is also a difference between when they leave the factory. .”

"Because it's not fair, morality requires the strong to help the weak, and the elders to support the young, but morality can only require it." Fange continued.

"Boss...do you still remember him?" Typhoid's lips trembled slightly.

"I remember, he always looks like he hasn't woken up, his eyelids are drooping, his nose is a little crooked, but he runs very fast, he is very smart." Fan Ge said.

"Somewhat like the number six."

Counter-reform thought for a while, then laughed, "It's true."

"He ran so fast, but he couldn't escape." Typhoid said softly, his voice seemed to be soaked in cold water, swollen and wrinkled.

Fan Ge suddenly stood up, and then he lifted Typhoid's back collar, and lifted Typhoid up, as easily as picking up a kitten.

Typhoid turned to look at him, puzzled in his eyes.

"Let's go, since this is the case, I will add a physical fitness class to you." Fan Ge said with a smile.

Typhoid Mumu nodded.Because he has been engaged in technical work for many years, his arms are thin and thin, and his whole body is as thin as a piece of paper. His small face is white and thin, and his back is a little hunchbacked.

Anti-revolution brought typhoid fever to the boxing gym on the lower floor of the base. It was already late at night, and there were still bursts of violent beating sounds in the boxing gym, mixed with human gasps and electronic sounds prompting the turn-based system.

Fan Ge pressed the door lock, and the electronic door closed automatically. He strode in, "You punch in the middle of the night, be careful of sudden death."

What responded to him was Chen Li's half-moon kick, this kick with the calf as the center of gravity, the huge inertial gravity brought by the backflip, immediately smashed Bishamon to half-kneeling on the ground, and the ground shook a layer of floating dust.

Chen Li's movements were extremely clean and neat, without any extra swings. From jumping to attack, they were as swift as lightning across the sky, leaving people without reaction time and parry ability.Backswing, soaring into the air, straight-cutting the clouds and flowing water, the "half-moon kick" like a textbook.

When Bishamon saw that Fange was coming, he quickly stood up from the ground and stood with his hands down.

He was a head taller than Chen Li, and more than twice as wide. He should have an overwhelming force, but Chen Li's figure was extremely lean and straight, and his momentum was not much less.

Smoker stood aside. He didn't wear protective gloves or change clothes. He should have just come to watch the battle.

Smoker grinned, "Don't worry, we are still young after all."

"Who won?" Fange approached the ring, and the points on it were still listed and calculated. It was a complicated scoring method, not only by hitting points, but also by various other parameters. The final result always existed There must be suspense.

"Cy." A cold voice answered him, it was typhoid fever.

"As expected of a human mastermind." Counter-revolutionary said appreciatively.

Typhoid didn't speak, he looked at the two people on the ring, his expressionless little face seemed to twitch slightly.

Anti-Leather took out a pair of gloves from the locker on the side—this kind of gloves can completely adapt to the details of the hands and arms after wearing them, and the protection effect is excellent.

He put it on quickly, picked up another pair of bongs that he threw aside, and said, "Old Yan, make two gestures?"

"According to the rules, it's not supposed to fight, why is it my turn?" Yan Qiang looked at the sweater on his body, and then at the pair of gloves that suddenly appeared in his hand, with a helpless expression on his face.

"I'm old and I'm afraid of losing." Fan Ge said casually.

The smoking gun reacted for a while, and suddenly became angry, "Fuck, you think you can beat me!"

Chen Li jumped down from the ring and gave way to the venue.Smoker simply took off his sweater, and his upper body was bare. His skin was very white, his muscles were clearly defined, and his frame was flat, broad and slender.Maybe it's because of the excessive whiteness, it looks a bit soft, which is different from Chen Li's thoroughness.

"CY brings typhoid to practice physical fitness." Counter-revolutionary orders.

"Got it," Chen Li nodded, and he glanced at the two people on the ring again, and said to Smoker, "Hey, Lao Yan, don't lose."

Smoker Zhang Yang smiled, "As long as you don't call me disrespectful."

"Since when have you been so polite?"

"No way, I've always been a good citizen of Central City." Smoker responded to Chen Li with a smile.

Counter-revolution made a "tsk".

Smoker turned his head back, only to see him clapping his hands together as a greeting, "Come on."

They often exchange tricks and ask each other for advice.Most of the martial arts of the younger generation were taught by counter-revolutionaries, but each of them will also absorb other people's styles and practical moves as they grow up.

"Anyway, I am also your mentor, what kind of etiquette are you?" Fange said dissatisfied.

"What do you care about at night, I'm still waiting to go home and sleep." Smoker clapped his hands again, palms outstretched, lunged firmly, body bowed slightly, and started on the defensive.

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The author has something to say:

Ah... hot... Although I often talk about emo, but in essence I am a very strong person, I will not cut the outline to speed up the completion, and I will not abandon the text, just cut it off and so on.

I also know that cyberpunk is a cold subject, but I still want to write what I like~

Next door there is a double-opening road adventure sweet article "Intelligent Annihilation" (same series)

The next open modern essay "Ms. Gao majoring in perfunctory"

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