Skynet Architect

"I want to go back!"

An exclaim, an exclaim in faraway Africa.

This is a man in his sixties who has a bit of vicissitudes on his face, but look carefully at his clothes, the clothes are meticulous, and his hair is very neat, if not for the face Wrinkles and tired dark circles, it must be an old man with a spirit.

It just seemed a little tired now, and there wasn't so much energy. He was accompanied by a slightly younger woman, and the sound of sigh came from her mouth.

"Can't go back, we can't go back. Skynet Group works so hard, but there are too many obstacles and obstacles in front, don't you see it?" Women don't have that much confidence.

The old man smiled and looked at the TV in front of him. He resolutely said, "I want to go back to our home. This is where I have lived for decades. I really don't want to occupy another person's living space. The parasite is back to Bozeman, guarding our home, guarding our home. "

The woman just stood silently and never stopped, but her cell phone was looking for a way to get back to Bozeman.

The plane is gone, they have to find another way, just look at the Skynet convoy.

People with the same idea do not know how many. In this country of the country, family is more important than anything, and they can give up a lot of things for their own family. Now, what they most want to live in Africa is to return to their home. No matter how good it is or how bad the family is, they still want to return to their hot land.

In the same simple sanctuary, other people looked at this old guy enviously. They were really envious. At least he had other choices. Now he can return to his own city.

Bozeman should at least live slowly, but what about other cities?

they do not know.

The old guy has a strong execution ability, he has turned back and set out, and in this room, everyone else wants to go back, but there is no chance after all.

I don't know how many people have returned to Bozeman, but there should be a lot of them.

There is no one in the city, and the entire Bozman seems so lonely, even lonely.

On TV screens, there are news jumps, all headlines are one.

Counterattack the occupied area.

That's right, in their eyes, this is the occupied area, occupied by nature, occupied by disasters. The whole country has already faced the biggest problem. They have temporary shelters and temporary shelters all over the world. Really?

No, they have lost their hometown and lost their land. If they did not return to this premise, what is their end? No matter how strong they are, they have no land, and the rest is fighting hard, bloody, shameless, despicable, but they must do so.

Twelve aircraft carrier battle groups are waiting there. There is no reason to say that their powerful military forces allow them to wait slowly for the development of the situation, waiting for the wrath of nature to disappear.

If it does not die, then the twelve aircraft carrier battle group will let you know what is called war.

This is no reconciliation, either you die or I die, there is no reason to speak.

This is something that people all over the world know, but they remain silent, waiting for the situation to continue to develop.

Skynet Group seems to give the world a little comfort, so that they can silently see if they can increase some sense of security.

The whole world is looking forward to being able to get lost land and nature to be overcome.

Despicable, shameless, inferior human beings are exhausting themselves against nature. This is a constant war between human beings and nature. If it succeeds, then people can survive on this land. Nature's self-healing system continues to be weak. on one's last legs.

If nature wins, I don't know how many years later this land will still be occupied by a group of people.

No reason.

It's like the calm on the eve of the storm, everyone said nothing, waited for the results, they looked forward to, the twelve battle groups waited, waited for the results, whether they can continue to drift like this on the ocean, instead of going to someone's port to re-establish them Aircraft carrier platform.

The title of the TV is still so conspicuous, but the text is green, and there are plant textures on it.

Maybe they really started thinking about advocating nature.

The Bozeman in the screen has become another look. A curtain has long been opened in the center of the city, but only the uppermost part is opened.

There was a super large chimney there, and there were holes on it, and a stream of air visible to the naked eye ejected.

Don't ask why the airflow is seen, it is not car exhaust, nor is it industrial pollution.

The air around it is very dirty, relatively speaking, the breathed air becomes a different color, rendering the dark one chaotic.

Around the factory, the gas erupted constantly, erupting in all directions, without precise targets, only a few huge pipes in the room.

The airflow sprayed by this pipe forms one cyclone, the gas pressure is very high, and it is continuously sprayed.

The room seemed to become a high-pressure gas cylinder.

The ever-tested data of Sifan was nervous.

There are dozens of exhaust pipes above the entire room, but he did not expect that there would be so much purge gas at the same time.

This sea lung is still very young, breathing continuously, it is too fast, and it grows very fast.

Others cannot understand, but Si Fan has understood here. He has seen the growth of two sea lungs. The sea lungs in the Temple of the Sea, that is the mother, he will not be too much to allow himself to develop, but constantly Nurture future generations and continue to produce seeds.

The sea lung that purifies the outside air does not seem to have much evolutionary power.

Only the sea lung here is where all the power is revealed ~ www.readwn.com ~ This is a sea lung in disaster. He has enough nutrition, and the turbid air is the best nourishment for him. This constantly purified air and nutrient solution, one is his food, the other is his secretions.

Well, that's what he can't digest.

The sea lung is a plant that consumes traces of special substances in the dirty air. He is now desperately purifying, eating desperately, and growing fast.

This speed has exceeded expectations.

Above, a huge whirlwind formed in the air, and the polluted air at the top seemed to be drawn into the tentacles of the sea buds.

The scattered air inside formed another whirlwind, which radiated to the surroundings, filling the surrounding space.

The bottom most exaggerated, purified air is continuously sprayed in huge pipes in the world.

All the reserved pipelines have been released.