Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The old factory smells bloody.

Even if the exhaust system is run to its limits, it will not be possible to erase the evils that have occurred here.

Looking at the blood on the ground and the body bag that was lifted onto the transport car, Wang Peng had no expression on his face, but his fist was squeezed dead.

1024…

One percent of the resident population of Guangcoln…

In this age of civilization, he can't imagine what a hell it was like. But one thing is for sure, he's going to make those people pay.

“They will pay in blood...”

His face was gorgeous, and the captain standing next to him was similarly filled with anger.

Eventually, things got to this point.

Even before, he had been fortunate to believe that those who imitated might negotiate or engage in dialogue with them with the idea of coexistence. But it now appears that the war has evolved from a conflict of consciousness to a racial dimension.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't have imagined that this would have happened today in the 22nd century…

“They have no blood, but I will pull their memories out of their chest and melt them to waste in a refinery. ”

Don't even know how to tell the vicious curse, Li Gao Liang scolded a few words, reached out and lit the helmet twice, closed the mask of exoskeleton armor.

Looking at Wang Peng beside him, he was silent for a while and continued to speak softly.

“I heard from Old Lee that you've come to this age to look for you on Earth, but I didn't expect so much to happen. There's a lot to say, but let's wait till we get back to Earth. ”

Wang Peng nodded.

“Well, we'll sort it out when it's over. ”

Without making any more chills, Li Gaoling took his two guards and turned away from the factory with a big step of meteor.

The factory was quiet again.

In addition to the Seventh Battalion soldiers who endured physical discomfort and cleaned the battlefield, there were only field journalists with footage documenting all of this, as well as agents of these security services beside the prison.

After taking a call, he returned to Wang Peng and said in a serious tone.

“Two minutes ago, the Trans-Asian Cooperation declared a state of emergency, requiring citizens to proactively shut down their biomimetics and unplug their memories and batteries. ”

“In order to avoid lone wolf attacks, armed police in the cities have set up checkpoints at the entrance and exit points of public transport, screening past pedestrians and searching for missed fish. ”

“As soon as a bionic person wearing a safety collar is found in a public place, compulsory measures will be taken to destroy the biotic person. ”

“If the Alpha virus cannot be eliminated in a short period of time, it is not just our economy that is likely to be severely traumatized, but the daily lives of ordinary people that will be affected. ”

Once biomimetics are excluded from society, labour costs will rise in a straight line. In this age of unwillingness to engage in manual labor, everyone wants to sit in an office, blow air conditioners and drink milk tea to work, instead of waving sweat at front-line jobs.

“We've also had days without imitating people," Wang Peng said, “It's okay if things get tougher, as long as people are still around. ”

“You don't understand,” he shook his head. "Once society has reached this point, there can be no going back. Back a century ago, the vast majority of people couldn't bear it. ”

At this point, a security agent suddenly walked in the direction of the stairs.

He stopped in front of Captain Xing, who reported in a serious tone.

“We found a dark door on the second basement floor of the factory with a staircase leading to the third floor behind the dark door. When we went in, we found a computer inside, and a row of unfinished blank memories. ”

Memory bodies?

Captain Xing's face changed slightly.

That's not a good sign.

Those biomimetics are already making their own kind!

“Show me. ”

The agent immediately nodded down.

“Please follow me! ”

……

In a dark basement, the three of them came to the computer host in the middle of the basement with a flashlight on.

As one of my men said, this is like an underground biomimetic production site, next to which there are not only unfinished memories, but also uncompleted biomimetic soldiers lying on iron beds like operating tables.

Looking around, Captain Xing walked up to the computer and reached out and pressed the start button.

He just wanted to try it, but I didn't think he actually turned it on.

The blue beam releases from the top of the chassis and quickly opens a screen.

The next moment, however, the three people standing in the basement were there because of what was happening in front of them.

In that holographic window alone, there's a white cube space. And in that cubic space, a group of people are staring around, not knowing exactly what happened?

“This is…”

Slightly moving throat, Captain Xing swallowed his mouth and suddenly a terrible speculation appeared in his heart.

It was probably with him that Wang Peng's face gradually changed.

“Looking at the number of people here, there are almost a thousand...”

Though this statement may sound somewhat frightening.

But that's a coincidence.

“Send Old Liu over," he turned to the agent beside him and said in the mouth of an order, "Let him bring the diner! ”

“Yes!”

As soon as the agent received the order, he ran away from the basement.

Soon, a slim, tall man with a suitcase walked into the basement.

As an IT specialist assigned to the Task Force at Headquarters, his ability to conduct scientific research, although less than those of the academics in the Academy of Sciences, was quite strong in the field of applications.

“Team Xing, are you looking for me? ”

“Take a look at this thing," said Captain Xing, pointing to the computer in front of his finger with his chin and projecting a holographic image, "I want to know exactly what this thing is for. ”

“I'll try. ”

No bullshit, the man named Liu, skillfully opened the suitcase and left it on the chassis.

Soon after several buttons hit, he connected the computer to the computer in the basement.

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes, watching the expression on the face of old Liu suddenly found that the divine color of the expert's face gradually grew.

He couldn't bear to ask.

“Did you find anything? ”

“Hmm...” Old Liu Shenzhen dotted his head and his hands left the keyboard, "If my guess is correct, these people... should be the executed prisoners. ”

“Those who imitate… upload their consciousness to the computer? ”

“It looks like this," Old Liu said, shifting his gaze toward the unfinished biomimetic next to him and the blank memories, silently continuing, "The next step they should take is to inject these consciousnesses into those memories, but apparently… they lost the war before they could do so. ”

Perhaps because of the connection between the two computers, the virtual space in the opposing cube has caused some kind of interference, so that the people who stay inside are aware of the existence of the outside world.

Looking up at the ceiling, a man in a suit of leather shouted out loud.

“Hey, can you hear me? Can you find a way to get us out of here...”

“These guys...”

Wang Peng hammered hard on the table and frightened the little sesame people in the computer. Some sat on the ground, others held together and cried, and others fled in panic.

Those who imitate...

Uploading the consciousness of these dead people onto the computer's hard drive!

I even intend to put them in an iron can!

This is no longer a simple ethnic X. He doesn't even know what metaphor to use to describe this evil thing!

Standing next to Wang Peng, there was no expression on his face beside the sentence. As soon as he learned the news, his mood had sinked to the bottom of the valley.

He had thought this thousand murders would be tricky enough.

But now it seems…

It turns out he's naive...