Carl was sitting in the driver's seat of the car, watching Wen Yu bring a soldier in, he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise:
"Boss, are you serious?"
In Carl's opinion, if Wen Yu really wanted to send Lance back to the sea, he could just drive to the sea;
There is no need for Lance to come out on patrol again.
"It's too conspicuous to send someone back like this."
Wen Yu explained.
Dr. Muran is not an idiot, at this juncture, all checkpoints must be stuck.
If someone goes to the beach in a hurry, it must be a fraud.
"But, Lance is a mermaid after all, does he understand this?"
Carl was still a little skeptical.
In Carl's eyes, letting Lance work as an orderly and let him patrol among the recruits' eggs is really asking a fish to pretend to be a man, which is too inhuman.
It is also easy to reveal stuffing.
"No, I asked for it myself."
Seeing Karl struggling, Lance quickly explained by himself,
"I want to see what the world has become."
Having said that, Lance is a little depressed:
"I've been ashore for so long, and I still don't know what the world looks like now."
Since going ashore, although Lance also knows that the current human beings are not easy, but everything he knows is from the mouths of others. He has not been real yet. Use your own eyes and body to feel and see.
Wen Yu was noncommittal about Lance's request, and he also wanted to know, what would Lance choose after learning about the entire human world
Disappointed? Abandon the identity of human beings from now on
Or do you think that the human race can still have a reason to continue to exist in the end
Wen Yu has never paid much attention to the existence of human beings, but seeing human beings go from ruthless and blood-drinking to now being able to explore the universe, even Wen Yu has to lament the tenacity of human beings themselves.
It would be fine if humans could just do this, but now, humans have turned their minds on him, so Wen Yu had to re-examine the human race.
After knowing that a part of himself was being studied, Wen Yu's mood was unexpected. He was not angry, but found it interesting—
He is very curious about what humans can research with his genes.
Therefore, Wen Yu did not take action to stop human research, nor did he directly make this human race disappear from the universe through this doomsday. Instead, he looked at all the current human races with great interest as if doing an observation experiment. development of things.
After so many years, what Wen Yu can see is the ugly face of human beings under the apocalypse, as well as the miracles created by human beings trying their best to survive through mutual help.
This made Wen Yu feel more novel.
But now, Wen Yu wanted to know what Lance would choose.
Because Lance's experience is more complicated than that of ordinary humans—
He used to be a human being, but now he has become a mermaid, and a mermaid is the most coveted beautiful creature at this moment.
Wen Yu liked Lance's character very much.
It would be great if Lance could maintain his innocence, but Wen Yu wanted to know what his Lance would look like after seeing the almost deformed human society today.
"Tsk, I've taken care of you for so long, but I've never seen you speak for me."
Carl clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then fished out a syringe-like thing from the hidden part under the car seat, and handed it to Wen Yu.
"Here."
Wen Yu continued:
"Um."
At this time, Lance glanced at the past scenery outside the window, and when he turned his head again, he saw the gun-like syringe in Wen Yu's hand, and was immediately curious:
"What is this for?"
"Inject an ID chip."
Wen Yu reached out and grabbed Lance's right hand, pressed the gun-like syringe against the skin of Lance's arm, and pulled the trigger.
Lance only felt a little pain, and then saw a small red spot on his arm.
"Don't worry, the injection of this chip is very shallow. If you want to get it out, just scratch the skin and see a small square to get it out."
Carl explained as he drove,
"I bought this injection gun and your ID chip, Lance, on the black market."
In Doomsday, in order to better control the population, the alliance began to develop identity chips thirty years ago.
Everyone must have a chip implanted in their arm and have a unique code.
In order to avoid chip replacement, under normal circumstances, the chip will be implanted in the deep part.
The original intention of this move is just to better count the number of people and maintain the size of the human group.
But in the later period, it became a symbol of the imprisoned class.
In the black market, an identity chip with no criminal record can be sold for tens of millions of dollars.
This time, by coincidence, Karl found the identity chip of a missing soldier through his own channels, and that soldier happened to be called "Lance".
"The only problem now is Lance, your chip shows that 'you' have been imprisoned once for picking quarrels and provoking trouble."
Carl said.
But this is actually not very serious, anyway, Colonel Wen Yu just wants this little soldier, so what
Relationship households are so nb.
Wen Yu touched Lance's head at this time, helped him put on the helmet, and said seriously:
"Remember your ID number."
Lance: "Huh?"
Then Wen Yu reported a bunch of numbers plus English letters.
Lance stared blankly at Wen Yu: "...how about you do it again?"
Carl, who was driving in front, laughed loudly:
"Boss, the fish's memory is only seven seconds, are you sure you want Lance to memorize such a long string of numbers?"
The two people behind the car: "..."
After finding out Lance's identity, Wen Yu began to teach Lance how to be an orderly.
In fact, it’s just one sentence—
Everything must be centered on Wen Yu (sir), and you must stick to Wen Yu (sir) at all times, and you must not be more than ten meters away from Wen Yu (sir).
Carl, who sat in the front row and listened: "..."
Fortunately, he always thought that the boss was an upright gentleman. After a long time, the tutorial just now contained too much private goods, right
"You may have to be an orderly for a while."
Wen Yu half-truthfully said,
"After a while, when the borders are open, we can go to the beach together."
Lance was coaxed into a daze.
Wen Yu's idea is the conscription activities in the near future. At that time, the entire slum area will be in chaos, and if it gets worse, it will be easier for Lance to leave...
It also allows Lance to see clearly the reality of the world.
Today's inspection of the rich area is just an appetizer.
As a colonel, Wen Yu would only visit the wealthy district once a day.
His job is simple, so Lance's job is also simple.
Since the three of them knew each other, this time it was not so much that Lance was accompanying Wen Yu and dedicated himself to doing his job as an "orderly soldier", but rather that Wen Yu was accompanying Lance on a parade.
Wen Yu was teaching Lance how to identify the roads in the entire rich area, and how the entire rich area lived.
There is a huge barrier outside the entire rich area, which includes the entire rich area.
The barrier helps regulate the weather and temperature in the rich area. Therefore, the greening of the entire rich area is particularly good, with lush greenery and fresh air. It is hard to imagine that this is a doomsday scene.
It was more like a high-end neighborhood in Lance's memory fifty years ago.
You can occasionally see people jogging in the morning, as well as heavily armed patrolling soldiers.
"Lance, don't underestimate the green plants here."
Seeing Lance looking out, Carl explained,
"They are specially researched and preserved. Just move out a pot of green plants here, and you can buy at least a few hundred yuan in the slums."
"Slums and riches?"
Lance couldn't help asking,
"Could it be that the things between the two districts are not interoperable?"
"Of course they don't communicate with each other. The things in the slums, the rich areas don't like them. The things in the rich areas... come on, those proud rich people, how can they allow their used things to go to the slums?"
Carl scoffed.
Wen Yu added:
"In fact, things in rich areas are very expensive, and people in poor areas cannot afford them... So, there will be a black market."
Lance was silent.
This topic is too heavy, coupled with the bad impression given to him by the black market before, Lance doesn't want to continue this topic.
"Then what do patrolmen usually do?"
Lance asked curiously.
"patrol."
Wen Yu said succinctly, "If you see something wrong, go up and question him."
He paused, probably thinking of the murloc incident before, so he added:
"Resolve emergencies."
"what-"
It was too late, but before Wen Yu finished speaking, a female scream suddenly came from the street corner ahead.
Several people looked over and found that it was a middle-aged woman in extremely plain clothes, surrounded by three patrol soldiers, and the patrol soldiers yelled something at the woman.
Lance sat in the car and couldn't help calling Carl to stop:
"Don't you care about this kind of thing?"
But Karl and Wen Yu seem to be used to such things, and they are basically indifferent:
"Small things."
However, next, the movements of the patrol soldiers became more and more rough.
They overturned the woman's basket and took out something wrapped in cloth.
The woman was pushed and shoved by the patrol and fell to the ground.
When she saw the patrolmen pick up the package, she started to cry and kept explaining things quickly.
The patrolmen all showed an expression of impatience and contempt. They opened the package, took a look, and immediately yelled at the woman, as if the woman had committed some unforgivable crime.
When the woman tried to stand up and explain something, one of the patrolmen hit the woman directly on the head with the butt of a gun, and the woman's head was immediately covered in blood.
"That's not right!"
The whole process basically took place within ten seconds. Lance couldn't stand it anymore. He frowned and asked,
"How can someone beat someone like this, we should stop and see what's going on!"
"You want to stop it?"
Wen Yu's expression became playful.
"… perhaps."
Lance didn't understand what Wen Yu wanted to do, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly.
Wen Yu laughed, and then he asked Carl to listen to the hiding place, then opened the car door, and said to Lance:
"Go."
Lance didn't dare to hesitate, he didn't even have time to think about why Wen Yu suddenly agreed, so he hurried over:
"stop!"
Those patrolmen who were still embarrassing the women raised their heads and smiled when they saw Lance running over.
One of them smiled at Lance who ran over:
"Where did the recruits come from?"
The uniform on Lance's body, they have some experience, can tell at a glance that the style is for reserve soldiers.
This shows that Lance is a reserve soldier, the kind who didn't even participate in the formal conscription activities.
While crying, the beaten woman looked at Lance who was running over with panic in her eyes.
"You, you shouldn't have used lynching like this."
Lance ran over and stood between the woman and the patrol, trying to make room for the woman to breathe.
"You know shit."
The tall, thin man holding the package showed Lance what he had in his hand, a piece of meat,
"Look, she has this in her basket."
Lance was silent.
That piece of meat was nothing more than a piece of bacon the size of his fist.
He didn't understand why it was worth the patrol's fuss.
"This is real bacon, not synthetic meat."
The patrol soldier proudly showed the meat in his hand, he couldn't help tearing a little bit, and tasted it like this,
"I ate a little bit last time, and I still remember the taste. This must be real meat."
He made an evocative expression.
Then, the patrolman returns to pointing at the woman:
"She is a poor man, how could she have this piece of meat? She must have stolen it."
Lance was silent.
He suddenly remembered the deep-sea fish he ate in the villa every day before.
If such a small amount of meat is enough for such a big move, then how much should the fish he eat cost
"No, no, this is really given to me by my employer."
Seeing Lance's silence, the middle-aged woman quickly argued,
"It's true! You can ask my employer directly!!!"
"The poor are guilty of stealing. If the situation is serious, they will be directly sentenced to never enter the upper city."
The patrolman holding the meat was obviously the captain, he said coolly,
"It's fine if you don't execute you directly."
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