Once the encounters occurred, they started one after another. In the remote districts of Hong Kong, beside the fog-drenched lake in the city, gunshots rang out occasionally, and the gunfire instantly illuminated the night sky, and then ended silently again.
This is a battle between individuals and the federation. If it weren't for the fact that the central computer of the federation radiates brilliance behind him, no matter how powerful Xu Le is, he will only be crushed into countless pieces by powerful government machines. Specifically in the continuous silent battle this autumn, even with the help of the old thing, he still encountered a lot of danger, and he was almost killed by the opponent a few times.
The special department named Little Eyes efficiently commanded countless military police and gradually played a more and more powerful role in the battle. Sometimes the sky was blue and sometimes gray, the ground was rich in autumn, and the underground was dark and damp. A big net with sea tactics and intensive surveillance as the skeleton has been laid, and it is starting to gradually tighten, and it will tie the seemingly powerful and invincible Xu Le to the center of the net.
There was a violent cough in the dark underground passage. The voice squeezed out of the injured lung lobe was suppressed by force, but it forcibly broke through the throat, shaking the dry vocal cords, and making a hoarse and unpleasant sound.
With his back against the wet wall, Xu Le stretched his legs and sat on the ground wearily and relaxedly. The H14 Kaisui he was holding in his arms didn't look so cold because several layers of coarse cloth were attached to the surface. Deformed, it should be damaged in the fierce battle.
His lips were extremely unhealthy, gray and dry. Because of the violent coughing, the Sanqi brand cigarette between his lips trembled greatly, mixed with the soot of sparks, fluttering in the dark space in front of his eyes, like a tiny firefly .
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and looked at the domestic sewage that was flowing in the waves not far ahead. He smelled a strong stench, subconsciously frowned, took the cigarette from his lips, and his fingers felt cold and wet. Sticky things, only to know that the taste is bloody.
After many days of fierce fighting and high-intensity fleeing, Xu Le's old wounds showed no signs of getting better. Added some serious new injuries.
These days, it has become difficult to replenish food and energy. As for the ammunition consumed in battle, except for some standard caliber bullets found from unconscious soldiers on the shore of Sanghu Lake, there is no replenishment. The so-called ammunition It looks like it has become a truly miserable picture not far ahead.
No matter from which angle of analysis, Xu Le has now been forced into a desperate situation. There are only two paths in front of him. Either risk breaking through the checkpoints outside the city and transfer to a wider world, or risk going to the ground for a The most violent assault in the field, in order to reverse the current situation.
But he didn't choose any path, and there was no sense of despair on that ordinary face, not even the sense of loss brought about by setbacks. On the verge of collapse, he was still in the mood to chat.
"The textbook says that because of the cataclysm, all the information on previous civilizations can no longer be found, so people only know that there was such a civilization, but they don't know what that civilization looked like. In fact, I have always been curious, if human beings It wasn't born in S1, so where is the real hometown?"
Xu Le wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, lightly beat his chest to relieve the severe pain in his lungs, leaned against the wall and squinted his eyes and asked, "If everything is destroyed, how did you survive? , let me know that your abilities are more remarkable than the people of the Commonwealth think, do you have any good stories to tell about these?"
There was silence in the quiet and dank underground waterway. I don't know how long it took before the voice of the federal central computer rang. There was no emotional fluctuation in the voice, it was calm and mechanically cold.
"The information before the catastrophe is top secret, and your authority level is not enough. In addition, according to the core instructions and the calculations I have repeated countless times, even if you know more details of the civilization before the catastrophe, there is nothing for the current human society. help."
"I just thought that I might be dying soon, so although I was only in my twenties, I suddenly felt that these endlessly extending underground waterways were full of vicissitudes, so I wanted to hear an old story with great vicissitudes."
Xu Le smiled wearily, leaned against the wall and gently stroked the rough cloth surface of the sniper rifle from top to bottom, and said, "Although your life is extremely long, I am the first person in your life who can communicate directly. The guy, now I may burp at any time, you are about to fall into eternal loneliness again, I suggest that you should cherish the opportunity to chat with me."
The old thing was silent for a long time, probably a little moved by Xu Le's words, if he had a heart, there would be some emotions in the cold mechanical voice: "I told you before that the five-person team is in my core program. A backdoor is left, and the back of your neck replaces the piece of information in the chip, which activates my backdoor, so I will send you a request for active contact."
"What does this have to do with that old story of vicissitudes?"
Xu Le squeezed the cigarette with three fingers and put it into his mouth. He took a sip of it, but he didn't ask very seriously. Although many people thought he was the most talented engineer in the Federation, he seriously lacked an academic education background. I really don't care much about this answer, which many scholars must be very concerned about.
"That piece of information fragment data is very similar to my core program design. In other words, we should come from the same source."
"You said this before." Xu Le pushed the cigarette butt into the crack of the brick beside him and said, "I went to the empire to help you find the answer, but I'm very sorry I didn't find it, they are not as good as you. mechanical intelligence."
"Looking into the far-reaching starry sky, the source should be there. What I don't understand now is that the information fragment that shares the same origin with me is obviously higher in level than me. Why did it appear in the empire, as you said, The Empire is still in such a primitive period of ignorance in terms of mechanical intelligence."
"High? Where is the height?" Xu Le asked.
"You can understand that the IQ is higher." The old man explained after a moment of silence: "The story of the vicissitudes before the catastrophe you want to know should be related to the information fragments in the chip behind your neck. As for the part I know... "
Xu Le said, "Although my ears haven't been washed, I'm listening carefully."
"It's actually a very simple story." The old man said calmly: "The previous civilization created by human beings was destroyed in a catastrophe, which is what we now call a catastrophe. The five-person team escaped in a spaceship and experienced A long interstellar journey to the planet where you are now."
"The people of the current federal society are descendants of the fugitive passengers carried on the spacecraft. I am the star map computing computer of the spacecraft. After the spacecraft landed in S1, it disintegrated. I was transformed into my current appearance."
"This is a story deduced by many novels. Is it that simple?" Xu Le frowned and said in a low voice, "What kind of disaster is that, which can actually destroy a generation of civilization."
"Any story can be summed up in a very simple context, which you generally call an outline. As for the complete way of telling, of course, there are a lot of intricate details that can be provided, but you often call it invalid content stuffing, which is generally the case on the Internet. It's called irrigation. If you really want to hear a complicated story of vicissitudes, I suggest you treat your injuries right away and leave the city."
"I know, I'll do it right away."
Xu Le used the sniper rifle as a walking stick, and stood up against the wall with difficulty. Such a simple action also affected the flooded wounds on his body, causing endless pain.
In the dark underground waterway, the federal central computer somehow clearly observed his movements, analyzed his injury and the speed of his life, and said, "Sometimes it is really difficult for me to understand many human behavior patterns, For example, why are you now facing such a high probability of death, but you can’t see any emotion of fear in physiological data and brain wave analysis, you must know that life’s fear of death comes from instinct and cannot be removed.”
"A near-immortal guy like you can't understand what we, short-lived monkeys, think. There is no one who is not afraid of death, but human beings are good at forgetting or disguising, and they can easily embark on the journey without thinking about the destination."
Xu Le picked up the heavy firearm, slowly stepped into the depths of the underground waterway, and explained with a smile, "And there is really nothing to be afraid of. I never thought I could go back alive when I was born."
Because of these powerful words, the dark underground passage suddenly froze. After a long time, the old man said calmly: "It is true that no one can leave this world alive. Your cold joke is very funny."
Hearing the answer that was beyond logical judgment, Xu Le smiled bitterly, and said with emotion: "Such harsh words are understood as a cold joke, you are really a boring guy, you didn't get the expected warm-blooded response, I'm very disappointed, sir. "
The footsteps that were so low that they were almost inaudible gradually disappeared. The back of the man who was struggling to move forward was slowly engulfed by the darkness. Together with the old man who had no back, he walked towards the depths of the dark underground waterway. Occasionally, a few words of dialogue could be faintly heard. reverberate.
"To tell the truth, with you by my side, I never worried that I would die. It's like on the planet of the Empire, when the sky is full of missiles, you will ride a black triplane and break through the colorful clouds to pick me up."
"But have you ever experienced my painful psychological struggle, the pain of the core program conflict, which is no less than the pain you are currently suffering. And I have a faint awareness that something very bad seems to be happening, and the pressure is very high. Great. I even named myself Philip in order to soothe the emotional-like reactions in this core program."
"Philip? Sounds good, and I'll call you that from now on. But is there any interesting connotation in your choice of that name? Oh, I forgot, you've got connotations, but you've never been a funny guy."
"Philip is a famous person in the history books before the catastrophe. It is said that he was on the edge of offside all his life, and some people even said that he lived on the offside line, which is very similar to my current situation."