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Garan Hall, disassembly workshop.

Lu Jiusuo jumped up from the chair and leaned his upper body. Yuan Zhen waved to him for the third time: "No, it can't be opened."

"How is it possible," Lu Jiusuo rolled up his sleeves, "I haven't seen a driver's cabin that can't be opened!"

They want to open the hatch of the skeleton, remove the user's DNA from the connector, and find the "disappearing controller" last night through comparison.

Yuan Zhen leaned close to him and whispered, "Is it possible... that the controller is already inside while we are not paying attention?"

So the hatch cannot be opened from the outside?Lv Jiusuo whispered: "Dude, use a circular saw, if you can't open it, just saw it open."

Yuan Zhen nodded, and arranged six machine gunners around the skeleton, and one artilleryman. He put on white gloves and snapped on the switch of the circular saw.

The skeleton didn't respond at all. Under normal circumstances, if the rider is in the cabin, the skeleton will automatically turn on the power, and several sets of lighting including the eyepiece, cannon light, and brackets will be activated, but the guy in front of him is lifeless, without any " Spirituality".

For the warrior, bones are flesh and blood.

For bones, the ruler is the soul.

The circular saw rotated quickly, and there was a buzzing noise. Yuan Zhen approached the hatch, aimed at the relatively weak edge of the seam, and was about to cut off the saw, when suddenly, the wrist was held, a mechanical hand, with just the right strength.

He raised his head in horror, at the same time, the head of the skeleton turned towards him, and the empty eye sockets lit up with silvery white light, Yuan Zhen hurriedly covered his eyes, and with a flash of divine skill, the skeleton threw him away, in an unimaginable way The attitude and speed jumped out of the fire circle, crashed into the door of the workshop, and ran out.

"Catch him! You can attack!" Lu Jiu ordered.

Yuan Zhen found it incredible that that guy could control the lighting by himself, as if he was alive.

The skeleton ran rampant in Jialantang, the pursuit behind him was lagging and weak, and he rushed to the main gate easily, just happened to be a black car turning in, in the blink of an eye, separated by the spotless windshield, he and the back seat of the car were stained. The beautiful bloody eyes met.

Meeting each other on a narrow road is inevitable.

Cen Zhuo blinked the cold sweat on his eyelashes, looked up at him, it was strange, it was obviously a skeleton, but its movements, posture, and eyes looked like a human being.

Tsk, the eyes, Cen Zhuo thought it was funny, they were just two black holes that didn't even have optical eyepieces.

He put down the car window, and the blood-stained mechanical hand was covering the window glass, propped up to look out, the skeleton's "eyes" were fixed on his iron hand, and the "expression" was a bit weird.

Gao Xiu kicked the door to get out of the car, ran over from the rear of the car, opened the door on Cen Zhuo's side, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him carefully, the blood on his left abdomen had already soaked the waist of his suit pants.

Seeing his injury, Gu Jiazi raised his hand. Almost at the same time, a special bullet pierced through the air and hit his left upper arm. The metal structure did not penetrate, but he was shaken.

"Don't touch him!" Lu Jiusuo yelled angrily, manipulating the Vajra Hand to run quickly, holding a special rifle specially designed to snipe bones.

Cen Zhuo's blood loss and pale appearance made him panic, and his heart almost stopped beating. He had seen it like that once. That time, Cen Zhuo hugged his neck and wailed in pain, but this time, he didn't say a word.

At this moment, two neutron cannons blasted in from outside the gate, and both exploded.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and a skeleton emerged from the burning smoke. It was indigo blue, slender and thin, with a crown-like hollow carving on its head. From a distance, it was indistinct, like many hideous skull faces.

It's a skull crown, Lu Jiusuo squinted his eyes, the skeleton of Ding Huanliang, the president of No. 88 Shenyang City with the word B!

"Number 88 is here! Defend! Equip the controller!" On the tower, sirens sounded layer by layer. Lu Jiusuo raised his special gun and fired wildly. His eyes were aimed at the car. In the smoke, the skeleton knelt on one knee, Gao Xiu and Cen Zhuo were unharmed under the hard steel arms.

Skeleton Crown threw dozens of sharp steel needles at him, which were filled with strong acid, which would be released slowly once they penetrated into the bones, dissolving the electronic components inside the armor.

When Lu Jiu wanted to rescue him, seventeen or eight identical skeletons rushed out from behind the skull crown at the same time. There was no paint on their bodies, only a serial number on their shoulders, a ten-petal lotus badge in full bloom, and a conventional cannon in the middle of the chest. The barrel hums and the orange start light comes on.

what!Lu Jiusuo had never seen this kind of skeleton before. It looked like an industrial product assembled on a production line, cheap and without any special features.

On the other side, all the strong acid needles of the skull crown "stopped" around the skeleton, hanging, not moving, and the skeleton let go of Cen Zhuo and stood up, and the needles moved with him, as if pulled by an invisible suction force. They gathered together, and with a jerk, they flew towards the dyed skeletons, piercing into the hot cannon barrels on their chests, causing explosions one after another.

Everyone was stunned. Gao Xiu, Lu Jiusuo, Ding Huanliang, including Yuan Zhen who came here wearing the reincarnation fire, a skeleton without even outer armor, managed to solve nearly [-] cases in the blink of an eye. Bones!

It was only then that Lu Jiusuo realized that the shot he shot just now could penetrate any armor except the super titanium alloy, but the guy just staggered.

What on earth is he...?

The skeleton stared at the skull crown, and tilted his head with interest. The skull crown subconsciously took a step back, no longer interested in fighting, leaped out of the Garan Hall, landed in an alley not far away, and disappeared.

Gao Xiu picked up Cen Zhuo and ran towards the chairman's building in small steps. Vajrapani turned his head and stared at the skeleton, dropped the special rifle, and chased Cen Zhuo away.

No internal organs were injured, but he lost too much blood. Cen Zhuo lay in a daze for two days and was able to get out of bed with a cane. Meet.

These days, the skeleton has been staying in the disassembly and assembly workshop. It is very strange that no one has ever seen Yu Zhe come out of it 24 hours a day. He seems to be an inexplicable mystery, which makes everyone fearful.

The president's building is covered with beautiful wool carpets, and the surrounding walls are decorated with artworks. Lu Jiusuo opened the door and saw that the skeleton stepped on it. The heavy tonnage did not hurt the carpet, not even a tiny wrinkle. Nothing, there seemed to be some reaction device under those feet, which allowed him to touch the water, as soft as cotton.

This is actually a skeleton suitable for indoor activities.

I have to say that Lu Jiusuo was very surprised. As the name suggests, the battle bones are designed for killing. Killers don’t need to be considerate and gentle, let alone elegant and delicate. This seemingly redundant but careful design shows that he may be a luxury. Taste.

What would it look like if the guy's outer armor was still there?

Cen Zhuo was sitting on the huge red velvet sofa in the middle of the living room. Due to the wound, he was shirtless, revealing dazzling peony petals all over his body. His skin was not fair, but it was very soft.

"The word C is Shenyang City," he leaned his head back slightly, flapping his eyelashes, "Cen Zhuo, the president of Jialan Church."

The skeleton was silent for a moment, and then spit out three words: "Zhuyeliang."

Too domineering name, too domineering to be real, "Is it real name?" Lu Jiu asked, "Where are the bones, what's their name?"

The skeleton turned his head towards him, with smooth movements and precise mechanical coordination, just like a real person.

Lu Jiu was frightened by him. Anyone who saw a skeleton making such a perfect anthropomorphic movement would be frightened: "Get out of the skeleton!"

Zhuiyeliang took a step towards him, obviously it was a machine, but the "expression" could be captured on that metal face, like a teasing smile, and then with a snap, the door of the royal hatch bounced open to Lu Jiu, and the inside was empty Yes, nothing.

Lu Jiusuo supported the pillar behind him, barely standing still.

"You are not a skeleton, but an AI?" Cen Zhuo leaned forward while clutching his wound.

"It's not AI," Zhuyeliang showed him the controller's cabin. There are two CPUs on the left and right inside. He pointed to the one on the right, "skeleton," and pointed to the one on the left, "the controller."

Lu Jiusuo was completely confused, how could the skeleton be conscious, and how could the controller be a circuit board?At this moment, Cen Zhuo snorted softly and stood up: "Where does your consciousness come from?"

Zhuiyeliang pointed to the "royal" on the left: "It's all in this small box, all the knowledge, memories and emotions."

It sounds like consciousness transplantation technology, which intercepts human consciousness waves through thought capture, and transplants them from biological carriers to mechanical carriers after digitization. It is said that the government army has been experimenting for many years, but has not been successful.

"Were you... a human being?" Cen Zhuo asked.

Zhui Yeliang didn't answer right away.

"Why did you come to Shenyang?"

"The 'I' as a person is dead, and the consciousness is put into this skeleton. As for why you came to Shenyang," Zhu Yeliang asked him, "Didn't you transport me here?"

Cen Zhuo smiled lightly, and roughly explained the ins and outs of the matter to him. After he finished speaking, he said without a trace: "Since you are here, you are so awesome, why don't you consider joining a gang right away?"

They were talking to a "dead person". Lu Jiu felt the creeps. Although years of wars have made people accustomed to manipulating huge bones to kill wantonly, in this era of morality, economy, and technology, "resurrection from the dead" is still a must. Paranormal topics.

"Join?" Zhu Yeliang said in a frivolous tone, looking around the room casually, "With your small hall, the most I can form an alliance."

What a big tone!Cen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, the cargo of the Free Army is so interesting, first a life-swallowing knife, and then such a stinky and shameless baby, it was really a surprise.

"Do you know who I am?" Cen Zhuo lowered his voice and pointed to the peony flower on his body.

Zhu Yeliang crossed his arms and said, "I'm not interested in effeminate men."

For many years, Cen Zhuo has never been ridiculed from this aspect. He blushed and pursed his lips dangerously: "I am a fucking lion, Bairuer's Lion Hall, have you heard of it?"

Zhui Yeliang responded, and the reaction was not small: "Peony lion? Wasn't it already dismantled by the dyeing society for scrap iron!"

Cen Zhuo lied without changing his face: "I am the controller."

Zhuyeliang was silent, and Lu Jiusuo didn't speak. He was afraid of this lie, especially now that the influence of the dye society had penetrated deep into Shenyang.

Zhuo Yeliang stared at Cen Zhuo: "The Peony Lion is the head of the Lion Hall. It has always been mysterious. It is said that no one has seen its driver except Bai Ruer himself, and they don't even know the name of the driver."

"Now you know," Cen Zhuo turned around and showed him a gorgeous peony tattoo on his back, "Peony Lion Cen Zhuo."

Zhu Yeliang looked at the back for a long time, so long that Lu Jiusuo felt angry, and then he said slowly: "Okay, Peony Lion Cen Zhuo, what do you want me to do for you?"

"It's very simple," Cen Zhuo calmly spit out four words, "Unify Shenyang."

All the muscles in Lu Jiusuo tensed up.

"Okay," Zhu Yeliang thought for a while, "In return, I want one thing."

Cen Zhuo nodded to him: "Say it."

"The indigo skeleton that came to attack that day, I want his 'eyes.'"

He was talking about the skull crown, and Lu Jiu was surprised: "You don't have an optical eyepiece, how did you kill the enemy these few times?"

"I have two complementary visions, infrared heat and ultrasound imaging, but not as good as 'eyes', I like his."

Cen Zhuo recalled that the "eyes" of the skull crown were nothing special. If I had to say it, it looked a bit wide on the narrow head, which looked awkward.

"No problem," this can't even be called a condition, "If you like it, after you kill Ding Huanliang, you can play with the skull crown as you like."

Zhu Yeliang coldly refused: "I don't have that hobby."

Cen Zhuo and Lu Jiu were choked, and their expressions were not so good: "Brother, the 'play' we are talking about is not your 'play'..."

Zhui Yeliang didn't take it seriously, and asked another question: "Have you ever heard of an organization called Mandala?"

Cen Zhuo and Lu Jiusuo looked at each other and shook their heads.

After Zhuyeliang left, the living room was immediately quiet. Lu Jiusuo didn't look very happy. Cen Zhuo glanced at him, and asked him to help him with a grunt. He passed his shoulder, but turned his face outward.

"Why?" Cen Zhuo held his arm, "Why are you so angry?"

"I don't trust him."

Cen Zhuo chuckled: "Me too."

"You shouldn't make up any more stories about peony and lions."

"What are you afraid of?" Cen Zhuo snarled, "Since we robbed the Freedom Army's truck, we have become enemies with the Dyeshe."

Lu Jiu sighed: "Dye Society is not an ordinary society..."

"They were just a fourth-level hall under the Lion Hall in the beginning, and they turned against the country laid down by their boss, and they are not fucking clean!"

"Xiao Zhuo, I just want you to be safe."

Cen Zhuo stopped talking, and the two stood on the spiral staircase covered with red carpet, Lu Jiusuo's eyes were bright.

"Xiao Zhuo, after turning 25..."

"Ninth brother, after the age of 25, you are also my family head, for the rest of your life."

"There is no '25 years old' in Zhuyeliang." Lu Jiu said.

The meaning of these words was unclear at first glance, but Cen Zhuo understood immediately. Obviously, he had long thought that Zhui Yeliang's bones and the controller were one. In other words, his power had no age limit and could live forever.

"Sooner or later, the person standing here supporting you will no longer be me."

Cen Zhuo's heart ached from these words, and he wanted to lose his temper, but he didn't know where to start it, so he threw out a sentence in a random manner: "Ninth Brother, do you even want to be jealous of a heartless machine?"

Yes, jealousy, Lu Jiu stared at his lips, but the words rolled around in his throat, and when he spit them out, they changed: "I will definitely let him stay by your side."