Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

The end of the year did not seem to be as peaceful as Zhou Rui wished. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

When many people are looking forward to the arrival of New Year's Day, various variables are gradually fermenting.

On the northwest side of the Eurasian continent, the differences between the two countries are getting bigger and bigger. Several negotiations have failed, and there is gradually a smell of gunpowder.

In the Middle East, after the defeat of Ahan by the American bacteria, a large vacuum was left, and neighboring countries began to look around.

In the Asia-Pacific region, as the first island chain is “shattered in name and in reality”, the situation is also changing rapidly.

The world is never peaceful, but there are many peaceful places. As the balance of power changes, undercurrents surge and mud and sand roll.

The changes in the new era are by no means limited to the big guys. In fact, the younger brothers below feel more specific.

The boss above was busy sharpening his knife, and any spark that fell might burn a layer of his skin.

In the final analysis, it is due to the change in the balance of power in the general environment of "East-West confrontation" that many waves have spilled out.

But for people in China, this is nothing more than a piece of news.

Not important, not important.

Instead of paying attention to these, it is better to read more domestic news. This year can be said to be full of joy. Every once in a while, a piece of good news comes out. The news of the second launch of Nantianmen basically drowns out all other news.

I just don’t know when these small things will turn into “big things” and bring a “black swan event” to the world.

…

In the early morning, go to the north and visit the old street.

"What happened last night? Even Mr. Bai's office was bombed. Do you know how many people were killed when he was angry?!"

"How the hell do I know! That's a drone! You smart guy, do you want me to explode it with an AK?!"

"Damn it, Mr. Bai has already organized a mountain search. Someone must be hiding in the mountains and launching an attack."

"The mountains are full of fog, so I won't go there anyway."

Two men, one tall and one short, wearing camouflage uniforms and dark skin, were hiding in the corner, smoking and cursing.

Each of them had a gun in his hand. They were all young, but they couldn't stand or sit well, but their eyes were very sinister.

Last night, Mr. Bai's manor suffered a suicide attack by a drone. It is said that half of Mr. Bai's office was blown up. Fortunately, Mr. Bai was having fun in the secret door, but he also suffered some skin injuries.

After searching the old streets all night, there was no result. After all, the streets were mostly populated by our own people. Who would live here with a decent person, so he set his sights on the mountains.

One of them picked up his gun and said, "Stop talking, I'll go to the park to find Wen Chai, saying that another group of piglets have arrived, and I want to find a girl to vent my anger on."

"Together together."

The two were about to leave, but they met an older "officer" at the corner. He scolded him: "Are you looking for death? Why don't you smoke here and be buried alive? Mr. Bai is very angry!"

The two of them winced, because here, being buried alive was not an empty threat.

Although most of the time, piglets are buried, except when Mr. Bai is angry.

The two were caught and forced to join the large army. They sat in an old pickup truck and wandered to the foot of the mountain.

When passing by a certain park, I saw piggies standing in a row doing morning exercises. There were many young girls with graceful figures. Unlike the locals, their skin was fair and turned red at the touch of a pinch, which made me feel hot.

But just thinking about it, no matter how disorganized their "military discipline" is, no matter how motley they are, they have been organized into the team, and they will not be able to escape this time.

The pickup truck stopped at the foot of the mountain, where hundreds of people had gathered.

There is nothing particular about searching mountains, information technology? Organizational? Investigation?

There is one walkie-talkie for every five people, but it is not very easy to use in the mountains. If it fails, it will not work.

The two men unbuttoned their clothes and put their hats in their pockets. They were sweating profusely and walking sloppily. If you ignored the guns on their backs and the camouflage uniforms on their bodies, they looked like two gangsters who came to climb a mountain.

Entering a dense jungle, the dead leaves under their feet were almost up to their ankles, and the sound of rustling was heard in their ears. The two of them became more and more irritable, so they looked at each other and shouted: "I need to go to the toilet."

"I'm going too, you go first."

Regardless of whether the other three people heard it or not, they walked in the other direction, peed, stood under the tree and started smoking again.

The taller one said, "Do you think it was done by someone from the Allied Forces?"

The short man hung the gun on the tree, smelled his armpit, and frowned: "Nine times out of ten, don't those guys always want to fight back?"

"By the way, when you buried someone last time, didn't you take off a watch? Did you take action? Is it time to divide the money?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands and prepared to take off his coat.

Suddenly, a rope fell from above his head and tied his neck directly.

Before he could react, a huge force pulled him upwards, and he was suddenly lifted up.

This sudden change made the tall man completely stunned and at a loss.

While the companion was being hoisted up, a figure pulled the other end of the rope and fell down.

A dagger flashed with cold light, and the tall man covered his throat, making a "gurgling" sound, and blood couldn't stop flowing from his fingers.

Another knife struck directly from the eye socket, and the tall man fell straight down, shaking all over.

The body is still twitching, but the person is actually dead.

At this time, the short man who was hung up was still trying to untie the rope. His face was covered with terrifying blue blood vessels. He wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound.

The figure who suddenly appeared was tall and thin, like the god of death in the jungle. In addition to the camouflage uniform, there was also a "ghillie suit" made of dead branches and leaves. No wonder he hadn't been discovered before.

Obviously, his elite level was far better than these vicious civilian soldiers.

The tall and thin figure ignored the struggling one and began to search the body slowly, finding the mobile phone, wallet, unknown keys and some sundries, as well as the most important walkie-talkie.

He put the AK on his back and looked up at the person who was hung.

This dark-skinned young short man really wanted to live. Even though his nails had been scratched outward and even scratched his neck, he still struggled and luckily stuffed two fingers into the rope.

But this still couldn't change the fate of being hung up. The rope was too tight.

He looked at the attacker on the ground with a pleading expression in his eyes.

The tall and thin figure said calmly: "Are you scared?"

Standard Chinese is not uncommon here, and most people can understand it.

The other party nodded quickly, with snot and tears, he was willing to use any conditions to exchange for a chance to live!

The tall and thin figure showed a smile under the mask and pulled out a dagger from his waist.

The short man's eyes showed relief and pleading.

But then it turned into despair.

The tall and thin figure stabbed his ankle fiercely, accurately cutting the tendon, and did the same on the other side.

It was not enough, he opened two long blood grooves on the other's calf, and the muscles were turned outward, which was particularly terrifying.

The tall and thin figure had a cold face, as if he was talking to the other party, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

"Good rewards and bad rewards. It's better to repay yourself."

He patted the other's leg and turned away: "Experience the last moments of your life carefully."

Bending down, he quickly left the scene until he hid in a bush a few hundred meters away.

The ghillie suit provides excellent concealment.

The intercom on his waist rang, the volume was not loud, but it was very clear: "Quan Neng, how is the situation?"

Liu Quan Neng whispered: "Such a big mountain, a hundred people search, and they are all a mob, no problem."

The other side breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's the same on my side, these people are not organized at all"

Liu Quan Neng thought about it, and finally decided to tell the truth to his comrades, after all, the other side had abandoned their lives to accompany him: "I just couldn't help it, I killed two, didn't clean up the scene, and deliberately hung."

The other side was silent for a while, and said: "Okay, but you must do it within your ability. After all, the other side has more people. No matter how bad the soldiers are, they can still pull the trigger."

The various family forces are entrenched here, and the total number of armed personnel should be nearly a thousand. If you count those who come at the call and do it for money, it may be doubled.

There are only two of them. No matter how well-trained they are, no matter how exquisitely designed they are, they have no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

It took the two of them three months from the time they first arrived, to familiarizing themselves with the terrain, investigating the enemy situation, and then designing a plan.

But last night, I failed.

This made Liu Quanneng feel very frustrated, otherwise he would not have vented his anger just now.

"Well, thank you Wang Bin, you should go back to China. I was anxious because I failed last night. I will figure out the rest myself."

"If you are a brother, stop talking nonsense. I have been feeding mosquitoes with you in this broken place for three months. I will not leave unless I do something big."

Liu Quanneng exhaled a breath of turbid air tremblingly, and could only hide all his gratitude in his heart.

"I will pay you back in the next life."

"Bullshit, I will return to China intact during the two sessions, and then treat the experience during this period as a joke. Maybe I can brag about it with my old comrades after drinking too much."

A wave of emotions was revealed, and Wang Bin on the other side couldn't help but sigh.

"Quan Neng, do you think we are breaking the law or being heroes?"

"I don't know. For me, it's just revenge"

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Zhou Rui has been very busy these days and is not very sensitive to the changes outside.

His "original body" is busy working at the Wanhu base, and his screen image is still brushing faces everywhere.

A few days ago, Zhou Rui made a joke to Director Sun of the Space Administration, saying that he was used to appearing on the news broadcast and didn't have time to watch it every day.

This B was not well-pretended, it was just a joke, and I read it randomly.

Unexpectedly, it hit the mark.

On the day after the second launch, the news broadcast broadcast the relevant content overtime, and the whole process was filled with Zhou Rui's calm command.

The next day, it even reported the process of the return of "Dongfanghong-1", and the second-hand materials about Zhou Rui continued to appear on TV, scoring twice.

On the third day, Zhou Rui was passively on the news again because on the moon, the "Wu Gang-Yutu" combination had successfully crossed the "Rainbow Bay" and entered the "Irrigation Sea" area.

The various areas on the moon are basically divided according to "craters", so the interior of the area will be relatively flat, but the junctions of the areas are very steep, and it is very difficult to cross the area.

Based on the accumulation of satellite exploration over the years, the Space Administration planned a route, and "Wu Gang-Yutu" spent dozens of hours and climbed a gentle slope with difficulty, completely changing the map.

This is also the "first cross-domain lunar exploration" in human history. The news must be reported, and Wu Gang's designer Zhou Rui also showed up, completing a hat trick.

On the fourth day, there was news about the "Shang Dynasty Fanglei Vessel Body" returning soon.

At this time, even Zhou Rui himself was a little annoyed. They all rushed together.

As a donor, Zhou Rui did not accept any interviews, but Yang Ma didn't have too much material about Zhou Rui. Just put a few handsome photos on it.

As mentioned before, since this behavior is financially unprofitable, it should be encouraged in terms of reputation. In addition, the donor is Zhou Rui, Yang Ma's biological son. What's the hesitation? Go on the news broadcast!

Big four!

On the fifth day, everyone was waiting for the boss to play a role today, just like waiting for a TV series.

In the newly put into use cafeteria of Wanhu Base, a group of engineers stretched their necks, more seriously than watching a small movie.

Che Gan rubbed his fat face: "If it really goes on for five consecutive days, it will be amazing. I don't know if I thought the news broadcast was sponsored by the boss."

Some entertainment stars, because of awards or scandals, also dominate the network.

But it was the first time for someone to dominate the news broadcast.

Shan Chunyuan beside him was studying the meat on the plate. Why was the taste so familiar? Was the chef from the Xichang base also lured by the boss?

"Will Mr. Zhou be the person who appears in the news the most consecutively?"

Che Gan shook his head: "I thought about this question last night. It shouldn't be. After all, if there was any major rescue mission in the past, the person in charge would appear in the news for half a month. But I know who is the second most consecutive person in the company."

Shan Chunyuan asked curiously: "Who is it?"

Che Gan grinned and pointed at himself: "Hey, me! I was in the camera for the first three days!"

Shan Chunyuan refused to talk and rolled his eyes

Che Gan: "Where is the boss?"

"He was reading in the lounge in the afternoon, but when I left just now, I saw him resting his eyes, as if he was half asleep. I heard that he has been here for a while."

"Oh, that's okay. The boss is often like this."

The two waited for more than ten minutes, but there was no scene for the boss. Gradually, they forgot about it and ate at ease.

Although I admit that my boss is awesome, it is still too dreamy to appear on the news for five consecutive days.

Besides, it seems that all the recent things related to my boss have been reported.

What else can there be? It is not appropriate to appear on the news for the two girlfriends~

"According to the nominations for the 2014 and 15 elections of the two academies released by the National Academy of Sciences and Engineering, a total of 876 nominations from all walks of life were received for this round of elections of academicians of the two academies, including 47 outstanding female scientists, the highest number in history. The youngest nominee is only 25 years old, breaking the record."

Almost at the same time, everyone in the cafeteria looked up dully and looked at the TV.

25 years old. Nominated academician

If the host is not crazy. Then

"Fuck. The boss is pretending again."