Bionic Era

Lu Wen took advantage of the night to set off.

　　 He drove off an off-road vehicle of the organization.

　　 The wind and sand in no man's land moved forward quietly in the dark.

　　 The roar of the car broke the silence, and the brilliant galaxy guided him.

　　 The map marks an abandoned city.

　　……

　　 The body of the 13th district returned home, and Xia Chuluo was already asleep.

　　 Lu Wen looked at the latest news.

　　 The Internet has exploded.

　　 Someone walks in groups.

　　 There is only one human figure.

　　 The dark night swallowed the figures that went deep into the no man’s land.

　　 Even some small vendors set off overnight, carrying a whole truck of goods.

　　 "This is called a business opportunity!"

　　 "Although we are not able to grab that treasure, it is always okay to go to that city to sell some snacks and drinks."

　　 "On weekdays, mineral water can only cost two yuan a bottle. When you get to that place, the price will increase a little, and it will not be too much to sell for ten yuan."

　　 This is a confused era.

　　 Everyone is trying to find their role.

　　 Someone saw many gangs in the 16th district.

　　 Some people also saw the executive bureaus of some regions set off overnight, and even the wedding of the bionics was ignored.

　　 "I heard that my colleagues in District 6 have returned home again. This time, more than 30 people failed to catch the 9th, and their weapons and equipment were handed over."

　　 The public channel is rare once it is still lively in the middle of the night.

　　 "It's so miserable, so embarrassed."

　　 "That number nine is a bit interesting, are you interested? After finishing the treasure, we will deal with him together."

"If you really want to go, call more people. As I said on the big channel in District 6, the organization on the 9th has expanded to more than 50 awakened bionics, and after they have sent equipment twice before and after, they are now quite equipped. excellent."

　　 "It's a pity that Xia Chuluo is injured and is still recovering. If she makes a move, the number nine will be a matter of catching her."

　　 Someone missed Xia Chuluo unexpectedly.

　　Mingming, this girl is very unwelcome in the Executive Board.

　　 "What do you mention her for? It's just a little girl with sharp teeth, that is to say, she is young and doesn't want to argue with her!"

　　 "By the way... our district executive bureau, can anyone argue with her?"

　　 The entire public channel was quiet in an instant.

　　 There is no sound.

　　 I don’t know how long it took before someone tweeted.

　　 "Lu Wen can't beat Xia Chuluo, right? Lu Wen? It's just to get that smart Lei Bin. It's impossible to sleep so early, right?"

　　 "He is a bionic and doesn't need to sleep!"

　　 "Forget about it, sometimes it feels like he is human."

　　 "Yes, my mentally retarded assistant, although he is awakened, is completely inferior to Lu Wen."

　　 Lu Wen also posted a message on the channel.

　　 "I am in the 13th district. I have just arrived home and I am preparing to take a rest. Please pay attention to your safety. The treasure may be fake."

　　 "Understand, what the above means is, let us have more people in each district to maintain order on the scene."

　　 "……"

　　 sent a message, and Lu Wen left it alone.

　　 This body can rest well tonight.

　　……

　　 no man's land.

　　 That abandoned city stands on the horizon at dawn.

　　 The first ray of morning light rose from the end of the earth, and Lu Wen saw the outline of the city.

　　Empty and dilapidation will always be the main theme of these ruins.

Crows grabbed steel brackets and built nests on the collapsed science and technology museum, yellow vines climbed up the concrete building, twisted rhizomes stretched in underground pipes, spiders formed webs in the decaying amusement park, and scarlet rust accompanied the years. Dance.

　　 Walking on a desolate road, romance and loneliness can be stepped on every step.

　　 "These people came very quickly."

　　 Someone is sitting outside the city, painting this dead giant.

　　 There are also people standing on the cracked rock, writing poems about the desolation of reality.

　　 The sound of deep-fried dough sticks was heard in the distance.

　　 The vendors held up huge umbrellas around the several roads into the city, and the air was filled with the sweetness of soy milk.

　　 Those sloping buildings look dangerous, as if they would collapse at any time.

　　 So the courageous are all operating in the outermost area, and the courageous, drove directly into the city.

　　 This is a dead city without traffic control.

　　 "Young man, come here with two fried dough sticks, hungry to grab things and have no energy."

　　 Lu Wen has no bracelets on his body, with guns and tactical knives on his waist, and is regarded as a normal human being.

　　 He smiled and waved his hand, and drove into the city alone.

　　 "The map circulated on the Internet, the final location is the museum in the center of the city, and everyone went there."

　　 There are more people entering the city one after another.

　　 The uncollapsed bus station in Shanghai is displayed with advertising posters from 80 years ago.

　　 Decayed clothes that were too late to take away hung on the tall buildings.

　　 Many things seem to have stayed before that war. Time has retained their appearance, but with a light touch, it will turn into dust and merge into the history that no one has written.

　　 "Brother, are you alone? Do you want to form a team?"

　　 Lu Wen's car is quite slow.

　　 He is carefully observing and recording the surrounding terrain.

　　Some people are in a hurry, worrying that they will have nothing if they are late, and the speed is very fast, one by one over Lu Wen.

　　 Maybe it's because Lu Wen looks good, so someone invited him.

　　 He smiled and shook his head, expressing that he likes to be alone.

　　 gradually deepened, the closer to the center of the city, the more lively.

　　 Lu Wen saw the vehicles of the 13th District Executive Bureau, there were also other regional executive bureaus, and even saw a few familiar faces.

　　 Kureha was sleeping in the co-pilot of a certain vehicle. He must have arrived overnight last night.

　　 "The Executive Board occupies one side outside the museum, and the other side is... those gangs in the 16th district?"

　　 also saw a few familiar faces in the gang.

　　 Lu Wen went to slums many times, UU read www.uukanshu. com likes to scan the pedestrians in the street when he is free, and one in ten pedestrians are wanted criminals, and he has recorded many faces.

　　 "There is also a bionic organization."

　　 These bionics who hide in the east of no man’s land every day suddenly unite in a tacit understanding.

　　 An organization of a few people, an organization of dozens of people, and there will be a steady stream of follow-ups.

　　 There are a lot of them, and those who lack arms and legs are all on the court.

　　The rest are scattered treasure hunters.

　　 There are also loyal fans of the book "The Lost City", standing on a tall building in the distance, wanting to witness the book's biggest easter egg.

　　 Tension spread in the hot air.

　　 It's early June.

　　 The climate in the no-man’s land is more extreme. Sandstorms come just as they say, and sometimes scary salons roar at the end of the sky.

　　 The wind here is like a knife. If you inhale a little bit bigger, you can feel uncomfortable in your lungs for a long time.

　　 So many people wear masks or cover their faces with scarves.

　　 "Looking like this, it will take a while to fight."

　　 The most central museum covers a large area, and its appearance is already decayed.

　　 The dust in the wind is the most ruthless carving knife.