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Suo Zhongwu originally thought that Garrett would "invite" him into a large cellar, similar to a bank vault.In order to retain the tenants, the ventilation windows may even be welded with iron railings, so mice don't even want to get through.

But unexpectedly, after he got out of the car, what appeared in front of him was an open space with an area of ​​more than five hectares.Plants are blocked outside the grid wall. The gray-black soil surface has only a few sparse greens. Most of the area is occupied by solar panels, and countless concentric circles are placed from the inside to the outside.

With so many industrial products put together, the momentum is really strong.But this is for the newcomer Suo Zhongwu. Dirty braid drivers have long been accustomed to this. After getting off the car, they don't even bother to look at it. As soon as they wear sunglasses, they begin to introduce the story obviously.

According to him, this photovoltaic power plant has a resounding name "Thor Thor" and is located in the outer northwestern suburbs of New York.A long time ago, it was changed to fully automatic operation. Normally, there is not even a gatekeeper, so there is no need to worry about witnesses; Suo Zhongwu's single-person suite is located at the center of the circle of concrete-aluminum alloy. The main control tower of the structure, including the weather radar antenna at the top, has a total height of more than five hundred feet (about 150 meters).

This place is very remote, and all property rights belong to Mr. Garrett.Due to electromagnetic interference on transmission lines, apart from the Federal Department of Energy, drones from other law enforcement agencies rarely come to patrol."Of course, you don't have to be afraid when they come. Just avoid them and don't come out." At this point, the dirty braided guide had become very impatient, and raised his arms frequently to look at the flexible screen:

"In addition to drones, there may be animals such as wolves and foxes coming in. No way, there are always holes in the power grid walls, and the repairs are the same. If you are bored, you can try hunting. , But don’t use the spray. If the camera shoots the shot, then we will be in great trouble. Then don’t worry, the boss said, when the matter has the result, I will pick you back right away. Almost that’s all , Are you going to the tower now, or do you make a few turns in the middle of the board?"

"I still have a question." Suo Zhongwu knew that the driver with pigtails was anxious to leave immediately, but he didn't want this guy to do so easily:

"Tell me, buddy. Does anyone come here usually? What should I do if the main control tower is invaded?"

"Human? This is not Mount Rushmore!" The dirty braided driver was really angry. He turned around and walked back to Chevrolet, pressing the electronic key hard:

"Even if someone comes over, they are lunatics, addicts, and hippies looking for excitement. The power grid will surely drive them away. If you can't stop them, you can figure it out by yourself! Don't use the tricks, whatever else!"

"..."

Suo Zhongwu took a lot of effort to resist the urge to kill him with a shot.Garrett still has the brain, even if he doesn't work in the underworld, he should be able to be an advertising agency manager, but his gang of people can only be regarded as invincible even if evaluated by gang standards.[I don’t even ask my boss, I dare to make decisions on my own, and take innocent lives so cheaply.After this guy collapsed, I don't know how many wronged souls can get rest!

One day, he will cut off the entanglement with Garrett.This group of clan thugs like crooked melon crackers will also be cleaned up by Mr. 8.6mm and Miss Dot 45.But it still doesn't work. He has to recuperate and sharpen his skills, while waiting for Dorothy to contact him, while thinking about the next battle plan.[May be stuck here for a week or even more.Can only take it slowly.

After half a minute, Chevrolet whizzed away as if fled, leaving behind a continuous spread of muddy soil smoke.Behind the battery panel, a few ground chicks poked out their heads cautiously, and found the monster leaving, and immediately "squeaked" happily.But they saw Suo Zhongwu and the swarthy AR-290 carbine, but they heard a wailing, and the rats immediately scattered.

Suo Zhongwu did not shoot at these little guys, let alone disturb the other indigenous people of the photovoltaic power station.He is not the "moral model" of the "Mayflower" group. He didn't even clean up his den, and he carried a heavy musket (musket, often mistranslated as Mauser) to cause trouble.

He didn't bring the tent, and it would be very uncomfortable to sleep in the wild.But the main control tower is far from comfortable. After Suo Zhongwu opened the code lock, he found that he had indeed underestimated the "Thunder God Thor."[Throw that mom.Am I at the ancient ruins?!

The long-term unattended main control tower has far surpassed the scope of photovoltaic power plants and has become a complete micro-ecosystem, not inferior to the wild.: The dust on the ground is half a centimeter deep.The technicians who visit regularly leave a string of footprints, extending straight to the maintenance window.Between the dents left by humans, there are scorpions, centipedes, and vipers walking day and night, creating countless vertical and horizontal branches.

The wide webs entangled with each other, almost creating a second suspended ceiling under the ceiling.Of the ten LED lights used for lighting, four of them can be broken, and half of the remaining ones flicker.In the dimly lit places, insects can be seen dancing happily, but once they gather in groups, there will be bats flapping their wings and flying out, swallowing the food in large groups.

The light and shadow change, and there is no shape.Standing in the dark corridor, Suo Zhongwu felt that the scene in front of him was simply an abstract work handed down by Picasso.[What a dark secret realm.Where is the BBC camera crew?Come here to make a documentary!

Suo Zhongwu couldn't clean the entire tower, and he couldn't do it when he was exhausted; he was a layman who had better not touch professional equipment such as transformers and condensers, as he would be electrocuted into coke if he didn't pay attention.After taking the elevator three times and looking up and down the main control tower, Suo Zhongwu could only make this decision: concentrate the firepower on the monitoring room, and make a sleeping berth first.

For the next three hours, he was as busy as a chariot diesel engine, "Yang-ya-ya" without stopping.In the first few minutes, he wore the captured gas mask, lifted the dustpan found in the warehouse, and swept it like a hurricane passing through the border, making the circular space on the top of the main control tower foggy like a sandstorm.

The cleaning robot and the patrol robot dog jointly filed a protest to Suo Zhongwu."Warning, warning," they said in a dull electronically synthesized tone, "not only will dust damage the surveillance screen, but the drone circuit will also be affected. It is recommended to contact a professional cleaning company, and it is recommended to contact a professional company!"

Suo Zhongwu declined to comment on this and continued to do his own way.When he finished pouring the dustpan, he bought himself a mattress, sofa, desk, and a pile of knives, knives, shovel, and shovel that had been sealed for many years, and directly stuffed the house into a grocery store.