Because "Panga Creatures" has not given any further orders, the "Old Tune Team" can only choose to rest and take a break from their busy schedules.
They either read books, or study modules, or pass the time with old-world entertainment materials, until it was dark and quiet outside.
After the members of the "Old Tune Group" went back to their rooms to rest, the living room was completely empty and dark.
A little light from the window made the things here faintly visible, highlighting groups of less clear outlines.
While the moon was moving slowly, in the empty living room, the portable tape recorder placed on the table suddenly made a zizizi movement.
It's like being woken up at this moment by someone who timed it.
In an instant, the appliance played a stored piece of content on its own:
"So, we have to remember..."
The slightly magnetic male voice echoed gently, and the zizi in the background sound suddenly became obvious.
It was like noise, overshadowing the words, making the corresponding content seem unusually vague.
"Shh...
"Shh...
"Shh..."
In the movement of Zizi, the voice of the child gradually became louder.
After an instant, everything calmed down, and the portable tape recorder was still in place, no different from before.
Early the next morning.
"What are you thinking?" Jiang Baimian asked in confusion as he looked at Shang Jianyao who was in a daze at the food.
Isn't it the biggest meal in the world
Shang Jianyao sighed with emotion:
"I dreamed of Xiaochong.
Without waiting for Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others to respond, he said to himself:
"That means we have to find him today and play games with him."
"Huh, you're focusing on the last half of the sentence, right?" Jiang Baimian asked rhetorically angrily and hilariously.
She thought about it and made a decision:
"It's okay anyway, so let's go."
This is the trump card of the "Old Tuned Group" in the first city, and if there is a chance to build relationships, it must not be missed.
Moreover, Xiaochong's appearance is always a child, and he has no relatives, only some "followers" left, looking lonely and unattended.
…
Red Wolf District, 19 Rosta Street, "Hand of Order" headquarters.
Dukas, a major of the city defense force, who was notified by phone, drove through the gate.
He didn't know why he was summoned, but since his boss gave an order, he could only choose to obey.
While walking, Dukas looked at the surrounding Hand of Order members and shook his head from time to time.
"This is too skinny."
"That physique is okay, but lacks enough muscle."
"This muscle is dead at first sight, the exercise method is not appropriate, only pay attention to the appearance... "
In silent muttering, Ducasse bypassed the "Hand of Order" building and came to the rear garden.
He had just passed through the glass-covered corridor and arrived at a corner where flowers were blooming, when the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
He was no longer in the garden, but came to a place with many bays.
The decoration is luxurious and the style is extravagant, and it is not a low-end place at first glance.
"The noble box of the highest arena?" Dukas glanced left and right, and made a judgment in his heart.
Looking around, he also saw a figure after another.
These figures are well-dressed and accompanied by attendants, and they are all nobles with names and surnames in the original city.
They sit or stand, communicate with each other, or look down, no different from real people.
At this moment, with Ducasse's mind, he couldn't help but suspect that the "Hand of Order" building, courtyard, and garden he had seen before were hallucinations.
In the shadows, Ducasse turned his attention to the three men and women in the bay beside him.
Two of them were nobles, and the remaining gray man was both a servant and a bodyguard.
At a glance, Dukas suddenly felt that the two nobles looked familiar:
The male among them has brown hair, deep eye sockets, a three-dimensional outline, a masculine temperament, and looks pretty good, while the female belongs to Axon, with blue eyes, slightly curly hair, and somewhat rough skin.
Just as Dukas recalled where he had seen the two nobles, they communicated with each other.
"Ducas didn't come." The male noble was the first to speak.
The female noble nodded:
"Cassier didn't come either. They are officers of the city defense army, not Phokas's personal bodyguards, so they can't follow at all times."
"Why, do you want to use the appearance you are now to wrestle with him?"
Hearing this, Dukas frowned slightly, remembering something.
The next second, the male noble looked at the arena below and said seriously:
"No, I'm trying to make him and now you wrestle one more time.
"If he doesn't recognize you, he will feel that he has lost to women twice in a row, and he will definitely be hit hard. He will no longer be superstitious about muscles and look down on women with less exaggerated muscles."
"..." The blood vessels in Ducasse's forehead throbbed uncontrollably.
His face was almost flushed, and he felt like he was about to die socially.
Suddenly, a slightly old male voice sounded in his ear:
"You should know them.
"Tell me their original identities."
…
The "Old Tune Team" brought some ingredients and knocked on the door of the apartment that Xiaochong rented again.
"You guys are here." Xiaochong greeted happily, but did not move his butt, still facing the computer.
His attitude seemed closer than before, a kind of meaning of taking the "old tune group" as one of his own.
"What are you playing?" Shang Jianyao looked around while entering the room.
"That one last time." Xiaochong shouted, "Didn't you say you want to bring your own computer this time and play with me online?"
"Can't wait." Shang Jianyao took off his tactical backpack with a smile.
Xiaochong thought about it and said:
"Then wait for me to play here first."
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian greeted Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, and asked them to help him and prepare lunch.
Genova had nothing to do, leaned over to Xiaochong's computer and observed it.
After a few minutes, he expressed his opinion:
"There is something wrong with the intelligence of this game, several choices are not the best, there may be flaws in the algorithm...
"You are wrong, there will be problems..."
When Long Yuehong at the edge of the kitchen heard these words, her heart suddenly froze:
Old Ge, you are wrong! Aren't you making fun of Xiaochong for being so addicted to vegetables that even the artificially retarded can play with him back and forth
Be careful he is angry!
After listening to Genava's words, Xiaochong didn't bother to respond, thinking about changing the arrangement.
After a while, he cheered:
"Finally won!"
He quickly turned his head and looked at Genava:
"You are amazing! You will teach me more later."
"You are hacking!" Shang Jianyao protested, "How can you use real artificial intelligence to assist you in playing games?"
While talking and laughing, when it was noon, Shang Jianyao and Xiaochong reluctantly left the computer and sat down at the dining table.
"Where's the sleeping cat?" Shang Jianyao looked around and asked.
Xiaochong picked up the chopsticks and replied casually:
"Going to the north bank of the Red River, look for my horse and take a walk."
Speaking of which, he seemed to finally remember something:
"By the way, if you record Wu Meng's voice, you have to pay attention."
"Why?" Long Yuehong suddenly became vigilant.
Xiaochong swallowed his saliva and said:
"Use electronic products to store the power he left behind. If he is detected, he can sense where he is, and can also control it to a certain extent, ignoring distance."
This... Jiang Baimian turned his attention to Shang Jianyao.
Shang Jianyao picked up the tactical backpack and took out the portable radio.
"We exist here, no problem, right?" Long Yuehong asked before Shang Jian Yao.
"Yes." Xiaochong answered honestly.
Long Yuehong's expression was sluggish, while Bai Chen and Jiang Baimian's expressions were solemn, Xiaochong said to himself:
"It started quietly last night, but I stopped it."
Uh, what Xiaochong means is that he can do it too? Jiang Baimian nodded slightly.
Shang Jianyao opened his eyes wide, his face full of admiration:
"Wow! You are amazing!"
Xiaochong waved his chopsticks and smiled embarrassedly:
"He, he's just a remnant BOSS."
It's easy to describe... Jiang Baimian turned and asked:
"That is to say, even if Wu Meng noticed it, he couldn't use it to deal with us even if it was recorded in this machine?"
"I can't record too many, I can't stop it unless..." Xiaochong didn't finish his sentence, he stretched out his chopsticks and took the sweet and sour tenderloin he proposed last time.
"How many at most?" Jiang Baimian was very rational and did not ask further questions, but was concerned about the details.
"Three, no more than three." Xiaochong said vaguely while chewing.
"Your booing has been used too many times, will it weaken the blocking effect?" Jiang Baimian was extremely cautious in this matter.
Because Wu Meng has already shown his invincibility.
"It's the same until it doesn't work..." Xiaochong replied succinctly, focusing on eating meat.
Conversely, Wu Meng's remote control is also? Jiang Baimian also focused on the dishes in front of him.
…
Green Olive District, in a temporarily uninhabited room.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao were sitting at the table, looking at the computer that had a program started.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen monitored high points in the surrounding area to prevent accidents, while Genawa acted as a signal base station between the two locations not far from each other.
This is how the "Old Tune Group" met with the friend of Boss Hugo:
Use the "network" that can be controlled by yourself, video communication!
In this way, even if there is an accident, the "old tune group" will lose at most one computer.
The other room belonged to a certain hotel, and a figure entered the door with the key card sent to Hugo by the "Old Tunes Group".
Then, he saw the computer on the table, and saw a piece of paper pressed by the computer.
What is written on the paper is which network to connect to and how to start the program.
Very professional... The man nodded and commented.
It didn't take long for Shang Jianyao to see that the video window expanded, showing a figure.
Jiang Baimian's pupils suddenly enlarged.
That figure, she and Shang Jianyao know each other!