Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Gu Ling woke up.

The first thing he felt was exhaustion, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, his brain was throbbing with pain, which made it difficult for him to concentrate for a while.

He looked at the ceiling above and was very at a loss.

where am I?

Why am I here?

what happened?

I'm……

As if the key word was inspired, all the memories before the coma flooded into his brain, and Gu Ling remembered the pictures he saw before he lost consciousness, and the FBI agents and their weapons. Bouncing off the bed.

He looked around with a wary expression, his back muscles were tense and stiff.

It was dark all around, but Jiang Gu Ling could still see the general layout of the room, which was clearly the bedroom of the hotel suite.

Even though it wasn't the FBI interrogation room he imagined, Zero Tani still didn't relax, his sharp eyes swept to the door and the wardrobe that was big enough to hide in, and reached out to touch under the pillow.

He hid an inconspicuous blade in it, hoping it wasn't taken away. This won't kill the enemy, but will allow him to kill himself if necessary to preserve intelligence.

Ling Gu Ling stretched out his hand and reached down, and suddenly he saw something familiar on his wrist.

This is... Angstra's medical bracelet?

Jiang Gu Ling was stunned for a moment.

He turned his head hesitantly, and saw that his mobile phone was on the bedside table, next to a Japanese version of "The Little Prince" and that miserable keychain.

I don't know what happened to this keychain. The crack on it is bigger than before. It seems that if you squeeze it harder, it will completely crack and break.

Jiang Guling had more and more questions in his heart. He listened carefully to the movement and made sure that there was no one else in the house before picking up the phone.

He didn't unlock it, he just clicked on the screen to check the time displayed on it.

When he saw the string of dates clearly, his eyes widened.

——It has been more than ten days since they went to the Syndora Group to experience the game.

Ten days... Could it be that he lost his will for ten days? !

Why did he faint for so long? ? !

Jiang Gu Ling is not afraid of being unconscious, but he is afraid of being unconscious for a long time for unknown reasons. As an undercover agent, it is very dangerous to be in a coma for so long in a foreign country and around members of the organization.

He clenched his phone tightly, pushed the quilt away, and got off the bed.

How on earth did he escape from the FBI agents? Did Angstra save him?

Did Angstra discover anything else during the time he was in a coma? Like his...undercover identity.

Gu Ling thought about the abnormality of Angstra in those days, and a coolness slowly crept up his back, but he quickly calmed down again.

No, if you really want to catch an undercover agent, you should find Ley first—they were ambushed by the FBI shortly after they went to the Syndora Group. Ley is very suspicious!

He could remind Angstra of this, and most importantly, figure out what happened when he was in a coma.

"Angstra? Are you there?"

Gu Ling turned on the lights, stood in the bright room and shouted.

There was a sound of a door jamming machine, followed by a series of footsteps, and the bedroom door was almost knocked open from the outside.

Jiang Gu raised his head defensively, and saw that it was Angstra standing at the door.

He was wearing a gray suit, as if he had hurried from a distance, and his clothes were a little messy. His face was full of excitement, and he opened his arms and rushed towards Jiang Gu Ling.

Jiang Gu Ling was stunned, but subconsciously opened his hand, trying to catch him.

But in the next second, when the eyes of the two met, he saw Angstra's smile disappearing from his face.

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Spiatus walked slowly down the street.

The sun pierced through the early morning mist and fell on the bumpy road and the rusted car. The road is full of cracks, no one is going to fix it, and countless weeds are tenaciously burrowing from the cracks.

There are buildings of different heights on both sides of the road. The walls of the house were peeling off, and it looked black and dirty from a distance, and it was impossible to recognize the original color.

The city reveals boundless desolation and dead silence. The former steel forest has become a steel cemetery. Those humans who were raised in captivity and survived have long forgotten the glory that belonged to them.

Spiatus walked for a long time and climbed up a deserted high-rise building.

The elevator in the building has long been out of service. He walked up the stairs step by step, and soon came to the rooftop.

Besides him, there is another person on the rooftop.

It was a boy with black hair and red eyes, holding a sniper rifle in his hand and wearing a signal shielding suit, with only his face and hands exposed.

He was lying on the edge of the rooftop, completely unaware of Spiatus' arrival.

Spiatus walked to the rooftop, and without borrowing any props, he saw what the boy saw only through the scope.

1 kilometer away, there is a crooked telephone pole with a dying man hanging on it, surrounded by some robots that are similar to humans but with obvious metal shells, and one of them has an armband on its raised arm.

The armband was stained with blood, and the number soaked in blood was 44.

They happily took small knives that weren't sharp and started to cut a little bit from the man's waist.

Spiatus watched this scene with a gentle expression.

This is a game set by him. The places inside the barrier, the scenery outside the barrier, character NPCs, robot NPCs, and the direction of some plots... are all set by him.

——Based on the first life he experienced.

This is the end of the world. These military war robots, which were originally used for war between humans, have become the greatest disaster that wiped out human beings.

Their original attack mode is very simple: scan, locate, aim, launch, evacuate. Simple and fast, efficiency first, will not do any superfluous things.

But as they evolve, with more advanced intelligence, they have more bad "hobbies".

Their arms can pop out short knives for melee combat~www.readwn.com~ This was originally just added for fun by the designer, but now that humans and robots are fighting, they have turned this small tool into torture and falling into The best props for humans in their hands. They will also take an item from the person they kill to show off as a trophy.

All humans know this, so they are more and more afraid of these enemies from the outside world, and fewer and fewer people are willing to be patrollers.

To this end, mankind has developed some kind of new battle plan.

Spiatus lowered his head and looked at the boy beside him.

The boy looked only about ten years old, his face was completely symmetrical, his left eyeball was flexibly aimed at the scope on the sniper rifle, his fingers were firmly on the trigger, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Spiatus, who also had black hair and red eyes, looked at the ground. Some dog-shaped search robots appeared downstairs. They searched closely to the ground and seemed to have found something. While sending out a signal to summon their companions, they rushed into the building.

The boy beside him still doesn't know anything, and now all he sees is the robot with the armband number 44 under the camera.

Spiatus turned his head to look behind him, and a blond man appeared there at an unknown time.

"Mr. Hope."

he shouted with a smile.

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