Son of the Stars

Chapter 133 Collective Explosion
"What's going on outside? Why are all the people from the Investigation Bureau missing?"

"I don't know! There were so many... I saw a lot of people with guns... and then... vomit!"

"Damn it, you finished what you said before you vomited! Those outside, come in quickly, there are too many of them, protect yourself first!"

"What the hell? Why is that idiot's statement being broadcast everywhere? Where are the historical documentaries?!"

"Don't come here, don't come here, don't come here, don't come here!"

"what!!!!!"

"These are all lies, they are false...I am dreaming. No, I have to wake up, I have to wake up quickly..."

"boom!"

The video playback ends here.

"There is no doubt that this is a collective collapse of the epidemic." Lu Chen first expressed his opinion, "And the scale of the outbreak is huge. According to the video data we have found so far, it is estimated that the outbreak is centered on the Academic Committee and spreads to the surrounding areas. It extends for at least three kilometers."

Yang Weimin turned his head and looked at Roberts behind him, and then his lips moved slightly.

But nothing was said.

The video comes from a small recorder picked up by the robot.

The night before, bursts of gunfire were heard around Yunyang No. [-] Middle School.The members of Chongyang Heavy Industry's escort did not dare to sleep a wink all night - gunshots of this magnitude sounded as if all the rebels were firing at the same time.

Everyone believed that this was the precursor of a large-scale attack, that it was a trapped beast still fighting, and that the enemy was giving it a go.Lu Chen and others were stuffed back into the armored vehicle filled with vomit, and were also put on two layers of body armor.Once the defense line around No. [-] Middle School is breached, Lu Chen and others will flee the scene at full speed in this armored vehicle.

As a result, no one came to attack the defense line. Lu Chen, his girlfriend, Tang Qinglong, Giuseppe Yang Weimin and others sat in his own vomit for a whole night.

That feels really bad.

After sitting there all night, at dawn, Roberts sent out six AI reconnaissance robots and four robot dogs to investigate the surrounding environment.

The video recording equipment came from a senior commander.Two robot dogs returned the recorder to the headquarters of No. [-] Middle School.Roberts invited Lu Chen and others to analyze the video content.

"Other robots are exploring near the office building of the Academic Committee. There are currently no traces of human activity there." Roberts ignored Yang Weimin's questioning and somewhat reproachful gaze.As if to change the subject, he said to Lu Shen and others, "In the early morning, I received a report from the neighboring troops that they had successfully returned to Dongyang with the thirteen committee members - at least we don't need to worry about rescuing the hostages. ”

After roughly conveying the situation to everyone, Roberts turned around and left the room, taking Yang Weimin with him to brief the coalition government on the situation, leaving only Lu Chen and others idle in the requisitioned classroom.

No matter what, knowing that Academician Yuan Siping and others are safe always makes people feel better.

But there are still many people who need to worry.

Estela came back with blood on her hands, which he described as coming from several rebels who had tried to attack him.They seemed to mistake Estella for a cultist because of the tattoos on her face.And launched a fierce attack on him.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that the judgment of these rebels is indeed correct.

But they are really no match for Estella.On the gravel outside the base of Mount Argentario, this "savage" who could fly up and down on sharp rocks was more powerful than the limit they could imagine.

Even though he had just disconnected from the two fully desensitized pigs eight days ago and completed the full intestine replacement surgery.The last Sicilian escaped the enemy's attack, and the last Sicilian sneaked behind the enemy silently.

Then the Sicilian used a knife and a pair of hands to kill three gun-wielding North American Secret Service guards, as if he were beating a wooden man.

The martial virtues are so abundant that they are in a mess.

At first, several soldiers from Chongyang Heavy Industry thought Estella was a poor person who had encountered a bloody scene, so they specially found a blanket for him and made him two cups of hot cocoa that night.

As a result, after listening to Estella's heroic deeds, these soldiers' hands were shaking when they looked at Estella - who dares to laugh and joke with such a ruthless character who dares to take out people's intestines with their hands?
Sitting in the armored car full of vomit, Estella felt a little aggrieved.He had been confused since last night.He didn't understand why someone would shoot him when they saw him, and he didn't understand why a few soldiers who were very gentle to him last night suddenly became hostile to him.

He felt aggrieved.

"How old are you?" After hearing Estela's complaint, Giuseppe asked in a dull voice, "Isn't this kind of thing normal - unreasonable resentment, unreasonable hostility... Everyone I met growing up was like this.”

"I'm eight years old." Estela, who is 1.9 meters tall, said while rubbing the beard on her chin. "Do you think you have to grow up to not be sad about this kind of thing?"

Tang Qinglong looked at Estella, and after a long time he held back a question, "Is this the fucking age of eight?"

"I'm eight years old, my mother said." Estela looked puzzled, "My mother is 17 years old, and my father is 19 years old..."

"Stop it, stop it." Lu Chen waved his hands and interrupted Estela's speech. "Your mother is 17 and eight years old. She gave birth to you when she was nine years old? How did a nine-year-old girl get her fertility? This topic is too harsh. Okay, please stop for a moment."

Lu Chen took a deep breath, stood up and spun around in a circle, then waved his hands and shouted at Estela, "What?!"

"I was cultured from the No. 2 culture room eight years ago, so I am eight years old." Estella spread her hands, "My parents were in the same situation... but they were able to shepherd sheep when they ended the culture - I I didn’t acquire those necessary skills, so I had to learn them slowly. The village chief said that I was also part of their skills.”

Cultivated?Lu Chen suddenly realized, he slapped his thigh, "No wonder NO.14 was connected to Watanabe's brain for a few hours, and was completely brainwashed into the second Tetsuo Watanabe... The personality in NO.14's brain was manually written from the beginning. Come in!"

Although he didn't know why, Lu Chen was very sure that his judgment was correct.The highest number of this group of clones is 42, and there may be some individuals among them who were "abandoned" for various reasons.Due to the pursuit of training efficiency, it is obviously inappropriate for this group of individuals to receive education step by step like ordinary people.

If specific memories can be written directly into the cerebral cortex through a brain-computer interface, a "learning-free" process for some skills can be achieved.

But this process will undoubtedly affect the original personality stability, because this is not an "experience" that individuals obtain through observation, imitation and learning.It is a memory, a memory created by artificial design.

And memory can have an impact on personality.

Estella's "parents" will have strange behavior patterns and need a child. These are probably related to the "shepherd professional skills" they have been given.

Just when Lu Chen was "using his brain," Roberts came in with his characteristic electronic voice, "We have made some special discoveries..." He said to Lu Chen, "The robot has entered the academic committee. Watanabe and NO.14 were found in the basement."

"Their conditions are all very bad." Yang Weimin said from the side. "Fortunately, they are just brains and their suicide attempts cannot be carried out."

　Speaking of which, the impact of being shortlisted for the Galaxy Award for Best Online Literature on this book is not very obvious.But this fact had a huge impact on my wallet.

　　More than 200 red envelopes were given out in the author group...

　　I feel so bad (angry)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)