A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

On the way to escape, he did not forget to complain to Henry: "Where did you go... You even modified the back door I deliberately left in the design, you really belonged to it. Fortunately, you also solved Akon's tracking Otherwise, it will be troublesome if he finds you first....What? What am I talking about? Well, your power module was actually designed by me. Is it amazing? I’ll talk to you about me later, first Tell me about your problem..."

Facing Henry's suspicious eyes, Jimmy had to explain to him while driving the plane.

Jimmy used to work for Akon, during which time he designed a power system for driving heavy exoskeletons.But when the design was completed, Akang was already preparing to attack him, so he deliberately left behind in the final design, completely isolating the power supply of the information system from the main power supply, and even made a circuit breaker in the dark. Inside; if this technology is used by Akang against him, then he can use the back door in this widget to fight back.

In addition to the internal coding being completely open to him, this component can also continuously send its own location to a specific server on the Internet, that is to say, he also buried a tracker on Henry.

"I never thought that Akon would use this thing on you... Its energy output is enough to drive an aircraft carrier! But it is also because of this that I can just show up when you need it, so that you will not be caught by Akon Kang is ruined."

This is how the guy who somehow also came back from the dead ended up summing it up.

After closing the hatch and sitting in the co-pilot's seat, Henry just stared at him, something inexplicable flashed in his eyes.

Of course Jimmy noticed the look in his eyes, and apologized with a wry smile: "I'm sorry I didn't explain it to you at the first time, but the situation at the time did not allow me to explain too much. I didn't mean to follow you, just to guard against Akon ...but now it seems that you have solved this little problem, don't you?"

Then, Jimmy talked about what happened just now.

Losing his position on Henry, he was unable to take the next step for a while; fortunately, it was the same on Akang's side. The people under him became headless chickens, and they couldn't get any results from wandering around Moscow.

Jimmy, who is not so powerful, can only keep an eye on Akon's men, trying to find Henry from this line, and take Henry back from the enemy at the risk of being exposed.

Coincidentally, the cadre on the radio just now started mobilizing force.

Jimmy easily hacked into their communication system, knowing that these people were going to set up a trap here, so he quickly sneaked into the airport in advance, killed a few guys who were about to take off, and controlled the helicopter to come to the rescue.

"...The helicopter is still too conspicuous. We will land in the suburbs immediately. There are cars waiting there. Don't look at me like that, don't you believe me? I died because of you..."

Jimmy, with his face painted in oil paint, summed it up this way.

Henry didn't understand what he was saying at all. What the hell is "one dead"? Could it be that "Jimmy" is actually a population, can half die, two die or something?

Jimmy didn't care whether he understood it or not. After arriving at the place, he directly plunged the helicopter down in a very rough way. It was more like a crash than landing. Henry felt like he was about to jump up when he landed.

"...Do you want to know what you are? Do you want to know who I am? Do you want to punch Akon in that annoying face?" Jimmy stopped the engine of the helicopter and pointed out the porthole A car parked on the hillside in the distance: "If you want to, come with me."

Chapter 9 Consciousness Transfer

By midnight, everyone involved knew that this matter had really become a big deal.

To be honest, making such a big commotion will of course annoy the authorities... This is Moscow. There are firepower confrontations with the intensity of modern warfare on the outskirts of the city, as well as houses being destroyed and missiles exploding. It has never been done, and neither has the Americans afterward.

No country would be unresponsive to such a thing.

Before midnight, police cars began to appear on the street, persuading citizens and tourists to return to their residences; it didn't take long for the persuasion to become a mandatory ban, and the block where the explosion sounded was completely blocked, and military helicopters began to fly around for a long time. After patrolling and hovering, the helicopter dispatched in violation of the regulations was soon discovered on the hillside in the outskirts.

Not long after, A Kang with a gloomy face put down the phone in his hand, moved his fingers, and twisted it into a ball of scrap iron with electric sparks.

He was more of a model than the leader of an outlaw organization, a sociopath with his own personal arm.With a tall and thin figure, broad shoulders, streamlined muscles, excellent clothing taste and smooth and flowing shawl straight hair, the whole body reveals the atmosphere that should appear on the runway of fashion week.

People who are not familiar with him will probably be intimidated by the light golden or even bright white hair and eyebrows when they see him for the first time, but he is born with it, not deliberately dyed.The color of his pupils is also much lighter than that of ordinary people, in sharp contrast with the black pupils, giving people a strong sense of strangeness.

In addition to the handsome but evil face that makes people feel weird, the most prominent marks on his body are the high-necked, collared knitted sweater, and close-fitting pencil pants. This sense of fashion is also true. It is the source of his special temperament.

At this moment, he who "hangs up" the phone does not look like a model or a person in the art circle. His handsome facial features have been distorted, and his chest began to rise and fall slightly due to extreme anger.

A soldier with a gloomy look just opened the door and came in at this moment, and stammered the report: "Uh, boss, all the brothers have withdrawn and are resting in the base according to your order..."

"Yeah, of course you are resting in the base, what else can you do besides resting?" Akang sneered, "Our internal lines in the army and police have all been controlled, just because you idiots have made their own decisions , our 'old friend' who ambushed us with heavy weapons in the outskirts of Moscow. My layout for several years was completely destroyed, and those chess pieces should have played a greater role, do you understand? I ask you if you understand?!"

The soldier who had just suffered a defeat could only be tongue-tied. Thinking of the horrible rumors about the boss in front of him, he felt his blood go cold all over his body, his brain went blank, and he didn't know how to answer this proposition.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Akang smiled even more ferociously, and bloodshot eyes began to emerge from the corners of his eyes.

Before the soldier could say a word, he felt suddenly out of breath.No matter how hard he knocked on his chest, not a single ounce of air could be sucked into his lungs, let alone supply oxygen to his brain and limbs.

In less than a minute, he fell to the ground with his face covered in bruises, becoming another corpse tonight.

"Come here... Throw this guy to the kennel for me. You can't go anywhere tonight, play your cards here!" Akang stepped on the soldier's body, and took out a card in disgust. Wiping his nose with a tissue, he walked out of his room, announcing to the silent soldiers outside, then called a few expressionless cronies, and strode towards the other side of the base.

There is indeed martial law on the streets now... But of course he has other ways. With the technology he has mastered, it is not impossible to walk through the city of Moscow without being detected by the authorities.

For example, the ultra-deep capsule train he is going to take now.

On the other side, Jimmy and Henry, who were also blocked in a small farm by the martial law in Moscow, were talking about this man.

Jimmy, who finally had a chance to sit down, made Henry a cup of barley tea, and said in his usual beating tone: "Akon, he is a lunatic, but a very rich lunatic, and he is too powerful to be beaten by anyone. Arms-limited lunatics.

"I'm a scientist...don't look at me like that, it's just one of 'me'. My research is about limb resuscitation, tissue regeneration, but in Europe it's always restricted in one way or another, so I came to Russia , took Akang's funds and let my research results be used by him.

"But of course... His request will soon no longer be limited by moral and ethical standards, such as cutting off a specific part of a soldier's brain, turning them into a war machine that only knows how to execute instructions, but has no feelings or emotions—— This experiment failed, and we really know very little about human consciousness. Another example is to mechanize and digitally modify various parts of their bodies to make them more capable than ordinary soldiers. Oh, you have something to say?"

Henry took out the cell phone he had snatched, and continued typing with the black-and-white marquee app: "It was my wife who transformed me."

"Well, maybe you're right, but now that the road is blocked, I can't take you back to my lab to do a more detailed inspection of your system." Jimmy frowned, he didn't remember Under Akon's command, he has cooperated with a female scientist, but he has been away for too long. Maybe there will be some new changes on Akon's side, and it is not impossible to even build a new experimental base.

He continued to ask, "What's your wife's name?"

Henry wrote on his phone: "Estel."

"...Well, I really have no impression. No matter who completed the transformation, at least part of your body belongs to my technology, so I was able to rush to the scene in time to help you escape from the hands of those people."

"...I must rescue her as soon as possible." This sentence was written on the phone again.

Jimmy sighed and replied: "Really, is the relationship between you two so good? After you can talk, you must tell me about your affairs. It seems that you don't have the heart to do it before you get her back." There are other things, right? Well, I can help you to rescue your wife... You said she made you, and those two scientists working together to help you must be better than me alone."

As he spoke, he fumbled around on the shelf in the hut, and finally took out a map.

"Akon's assets include a downtown building, the company in the building, and a base in the outskirts for training and stationing soldiers. I know where they are... If they kidnap her, then they must They are going to take her to the base in the outskirts." The man pointed to a certain point on the map, "but... the problem is, we can't show up outside. The radio keeps saying martial law, you don't think Know what the consequences of violating martial law are."

Henry just listened quietly and didn't write anything on his mobile phone. He knew that the other party must have a solution, otherwise he wouldn't have mentioned it at all.

Sure enough, seeing that he refused to accept the offer, Jimmy smacked his lips helplessly and led him to the barn of this small farm.

In the middle of the haystack, in a very inconspicuous place, were hanging two sets of auspicious suits.

Jimmy raised a pitchfork on one side and pushed aside a haystack, revealing several boxes of weapons and equipment inside.

While opening the box, he also complained to Henry: "Friend, since I met you, I seem to have been giving. The most capable and most adaptable me in Moscow died in the car; I am afraid that this safe house will never be the same again. It will be safer again, I will provide you with weapons, and risk my life with you to fight against Akon's men... Oh, what are you pointing there for, are you asking me why I don't bring a lucky suit? It's okay to wear it .”

The two came to the small river behind the farm with a bunch of things, and saw this guy pressed a switch in his hand, and a small submarine about the size of a truck floated up from the bottom of the river.

"Akang has his way, and of course I have mine. This river is much deeper than it looks, and occasionally one or two drunks will be drowned..."

Jimmy nodded, waited for the submarine to land, opened the hatch, threw everything in his hand, and waved to Henry: "Come on, don't wait for Moscow to find us."

At this time, his image in Henry's eyes has completely changed into another creature different from human beings. After boarding the submarine, Henry asked the question he cared about most with the help of his mobile phone: "What's the matter with you?"

"Well, there is still a lot of time to reach the Moscow River. I have time to explain this issue to you now."

As the sub descended to the apparently unscientific depths of the creek, Jimmy turned his head and asked, "Where do you think consciousness resides?"

Of course Henry pointed to his head.

"Okay, it seems that we have a consensus. Next question, if you are born with only one brain but two bodies, are you one person or two people?"

For this question, Henry had to think about it and raised a finger.

Jimmy shook his head and said, "Let's reserve our respective opinions on this issue for the time being. The last question is, when you are under local anesthesia and the nerve link with your own limb is cut off, is that limb still a part of you?" ?”

"Can you be more direct?" said the raised phone.

"Okay, yes, let's put it bluntly: I have only one consciousness, but I can have countless bodies, countless 'Jimmys'... that's just a description, there are about a dozen. But the strange thing is, I started from scratch Breed us, but we still have different personalities and hobbies based on the genes we use, the skills we learn. I can only command one body at a time, and now... this is it."

Jimmy pointed to his oil-painted face and smiled with white teeth: "Human beings are really amazing, aren't they?"

Chapter 10 Consequences

"Damn it, I don't know what I'm looking for after checking it all over again."

In the factory, all the workers in the assembly workshop stood in the same place one by one, waiting to ask questions, the worker standing next to Max's shoulder couldn't help complaining in a low voice.

Another worker behind him poked him on the back and reminded him in a low voice, "Don't say such things, it won't be a good day for you to be heard by the manager."

Little did he know that the workshop manager was thinking the same question, and rolled his eyes at the high-level office above.

"Investigate all the workers" is easy to say...there are thousands of people who have been driven home because of no work in the workshop these days, and it took a few days just to reunite them here hours of time.Usually they are paid for their work and will arrive on time, but today they have no choice but to point guns at them.

"Next, Max!"

Seeing a man in overalls coming out of the interrogation room, the manager glanced at him and shouted at the workers who were still lining up in the workshop.

Among these people, Max can be said to be the most nervous... because he knows why everyone was called in for questioning today, and he did that.

With a disturbed mood, he lowered his head and walked into the interrogation room silently.

The room is a power supply room, and the workshop is shut down for maintenance, and now there is no usual noise.Two tables were placed on the open ground, and the mechanical investigator sat opposite him.

Yes... the vast majority of interrogations in this day and age are not conducted between people.

The investigator has a face that looks like an outdated commercial propaganda doll, with a toothless smile. This is the most "sincere" image summed up by ARMADYNE after analyzing hundreds of billions of human behavior records. All the "civilian" machines in China have the same face.

Because neither the company nor the management agency was willing to pay too much for maintenance or replacement, this investigator already looked very worn out. The patent leather on the eyebrows, cheekbones and other prominent parts had been worn away, exposing the raw white metal underneath.

The loudspeaker on the investigator's chest was speaking human words to Max: "Max da Costa, employee 6722 in the assembly workshop, please sit down."

"...uh, okay."

Max tried his best to calm himself down and sat opposite the cold machine.

"You have been charged with multiple offenses including burglary, car theft, unauthorized entry to Elysium-owned property, trafficking contraband, use of a deadly weapon, resisting arrest and are still on parole. You are still eligible for employment , but this is based on the premise that you will not commit new crimes. Do you understand?"

The investigator's electronic voice said without emotion.

"Yes...I know." Max took a deep breath and replied.

"Where were you and what were you doing this afternoon between 14:30 and 14:40 in this time zone?"

"I'm drinking at the bar."

"...During the scan...the blood alcohol content is 35 mg/ml, with traces of liver metabolism. During the calculation of the metabolic cycle...it is judged that this statement is basically true." The investigator paused for a while, and then reported this after a few seconds .Of course, this is not for Max. Its investigation records will naturally be converted into a text version in the background for other departments to use.

Just as Max was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the investigator ask again abruptly: "Your heartbeat is fast, are you nervous?"

Facing the completely ruthless mechanical investigator, Max had no choice but to nod and admit: "Yes, I am a little nervous. I really need this job."

"It is judged that you have violent tendencies and anti-social tendencies, and the probability of re-offending is 78.3%. The probability related to this crime is 71%. It will be handed over to the human prosecutor for judgment. Your interrogation has ended, and you are reminded that you are still on parole. Report to the mechanical parole officer Zhou; any further violent crimes will result in immediate suspension of parole and you will return to Compton Penitentiary to serve your sentence."

Unlike those workers who breathed a sigh of relief and walked out, Max, who was judged to be more than 70% relevant, entered the next room with a pale face, waiting for further interrogation by human prosecutors... In other words, he is at least a human being. Suspect gone.

Although he has been interrogated many times in the past, the mechanical prosecutor never explained, and he didn't know how it came to the conclusion of "correlation probability", so he could only sit there and wait with a few other workers with the same expression. With the arrival of human prosecutors.

But... humans?

Max's mind suddenly started to run at high speed.

Of course, humans are different from machines. Humans have desires, so of course they are more likely to be bribed.

He made up his mind, and when he was called in to be alone with the human prosecutor, he paid special attention to the situation inside.

[144. No. 144]

Although there are surveillance cameras on both sides and robot law enforcement officers with guns guarding the door, it is not that there is no opportunity to do other things.

"Max da Costa?"

asked the prosecutor, frowning.

"Yes..." Max, who was sitting opposite the prosecutor, replied.

At this time, the prosecutor was also restless. The monitoring and traces of the scene had already been investigated, and the evidence had long been wiped out, so there was no way to pinpoint a specific person.President Carlyle said that "there may be a problem inside the factory", needless to say!Most of the workers in the factory have a criminal record, but few have a criminal record.It's not that there's a problem, it's that there are problems everywhere.

The final result is nothing more than firing all these workers who are suspected of crimes and finding someone else to work.

Your factory can handle this matter by itself, so why do you have to call law enforcement officers?

Just as he was thinking, he felt something being handed over from under the table.

"Huh... it's kind of interesting." He thought to himself, and quietly took a few American currency bills out of sight of the surveillance cameras.

At this time, Max, who was sitting there, also said at the right time: "I didn't commit a crime... I really need this job."

The human prosecutor of the Civil Cooperation Administration immediately made a solemn expression: "The Administration will only use evidence as the standard of judgment."

Although he put on a business-like face on the opposite side, Max still breathed a sigh of relief... It's not like he didn't do this kind of thing when he was in prison before, and finally got acquainted with several local prison guards in Los Angeles. You can also get [-]% off when you bring something.In his opinion, as long as the other party accepts, then everything is easy to talk about.

Fortunately, he took a few banknotes from Julio to spend, otherwise today's level would be really sad.

Thinking of this, he completed the second interrogation according to the procedure, and was told to wait for the result with others outside the factory.

However, the group of people did not see any official personnel, only the manager of the factory came out with a livid face and announced: "There is no evidence to prove that you were involved in the crimes that occurred earlier, but you all concealed your criminal records when you registered for employment. , is a breach of contract, and the company will now unconditionally fire you."

The workers present immediately made noise, but the factory manager, who had been prepared, stepped back, and the mechanical law enforcement officer who hadn't left had already aimed his gun at these people.

"... Be sensible and hand in your work permit yourself."

After speaking, the manager turned around and slipped away.