Chapter 4

"Is this... 3D printing?" The Smoker was also confused.

Chen Li went around to the other side and observed carefully with a flashlight, "What are you going to do with it? To be an emperor?"

"Be an emperor here?" The Smoker thought it was funny.

"You can drink the freshest sewage every day."

Chen Li used night vision glasses to record this strange "altar". The data of the night vision glasses will be automatically transmitted back to the database of the "main brain".

"Separately look for a material pool. If it is a 3D printing, there must be a material pool." Chen Li said to the Smoker.

"Okay, be careful."

The underground city has the sound of water flowing in the pipes at all times, which is a great hindrance to concentration.

The Smoker rarely dives into the underground city, so his anti-interference ability in this regard is weaker. He unconsciously held the gun handle tightly and walked forward carefully along the wall.

Suddenly he felt something against his lower back, which seemed to be the barrel of a gun. His instinctive reaction made him twist his waist and dodge at the moment the other party pulled the trigger.

The bullet should have only scraped his clothes at most, but this was actually a primitive fire/gun, and countless hot smoke and dust burst out from the muzzle the moment it was fired!

A sharp pain came from the side of his waist. In the dim light, Yan Qiang, relying on his years of combat experience, quickly removed the gun from the other party's hand and put his own gun barrel against the man's throat the moment he was hit.In the night vision glasses, the attacker's face suddenly enlarged in front of him, like a skull, with a wide mouth and deep dark circles under his eyes, as if he was laughing or crying.Looking at such a face, Yan Qiang suddenly felt that he couldn't ask a word.Chen Li rushed over quickly. He took a look at the situation and said nothing. He first used a bandage to bandage Yan Qiang's wound, and then took out an injection from the equipment bag and injected the refugee who suddenly attacked.The refugee's skinny body collapsed to the ground as if it had fallen apart, his eyes kept rolling up and down. After about half a minute, he opened his eyes and opened his mouth again, with his tongue swirling around in his mouth for half a minute."After his brain was cleared, he lost his language function." Chen Li said.

"He can sneak up on me so quietly, he doesn't look like he doesn't remember anything."

"Do you remember what I told you, ten years ago there was a group of soldiers who won a battle but disappeared on the way back.""What do you mean?""I met such a person last time, he was as mentally ill as him but surprisingly good at fighting. I checked the information, the movement track of that group of soldiers disappeared at the edge of the central city.""Good fellow, they can be exiled even if they have made meritorious deeds, those people are really nothing," Yanqiang covered his left waist with a grin, "Then what should we do with him? Leave him here?"Chen Li said lightly, "Otherwise, you want to carry him out?"Yanqiang had no choice but to follow Chen Li and continue to move forward."Go back to the base first, you are injured and can't stay in the underground city. Not to mention that you will attract insects in a while, just the polluted gas here will make you drink a pot." Chen Li said. Chen Li led the way, and Yan Gun followed behind. They didn't encounter any attacks along the way. There was a locked door after walking about a hundred meters.This locked door is almost invisible as a door. In addition, there are more than 20 layers of alarm lines, so the possibility of escaping from the underground city is almost zero.However, the refugees still broke through this locked door several times and climbed to the ground. Their desire for light made them burst out with unimaginable power. But more often they would find ways to sneak into the subway, which is one of the reasons why the subway has become a low-level means of transportation.After returning to the base, Hei Hun yawned and greeted them to the infirmary."Fuck, what era is this gun?" Hei Hun looked at Yan Gun's wound in surprise, and couldn't help gloating, "Old Yan, I didn't expect that one day you would fall on such an old-fashioned gun!""Don't say it, you still asked me to pay attention to safety, but when you turned around, you were knocked down." Chen Li leaned against the medicine cabinet next to him to help. They have a good tradition of teasing the wounded."Both of you shut up." Smoker lit a cigarette and smoked it fiercely in great annoyance."I'll go take a look at the images collected today." Chen Li glanced at the time. It was 2:30 in the morning. It would be better to inform the boss first for such important data.He returned to the main brain room, entered the password, unlocked the iris lock and gene lock, searched for files in the area where the night vision glasses recorded data, and the screen gave feedback-"empty".He tried several more times, not only his own, but also Smoker's data. There was no trace of human deletion in the entire database.What's going on? Chen Li couldn't help but get annoyed. He leaned on the control panel and connected to the private channel with Smoker, "Old Smoker, the night vision glasses didn't upload data today. Did you turn on the night vision glasses data record in the underground?""Yes.""The main brain doesn't have any records.""Before, Typhoid said that there was radio interference underground... Is there really such strong radio interference that can directly block the glasses signal?""This is not within the scope of my technical ability." Chen Li said. "Are there any signs of deletion?""No, either no one has really touched the data, or the person who deleted and modified the data has higher authority than me.""Report it to the boss first.""Received."Chen Li felt that things were much more complicated than expected, and this uneasiness made his scalp numb. His brain began to be out of control, integrating all the information on its own, trying to work out a reasonable result, but it got stuck in the middle, leaving only a huge blank.When he returned to the infirmary in a trance, the black soul had left.The smoker sat on the edge of the bed and smoked. Which cigarette or which box was he smoking today?What a smoker, I guess all his salary was contributed to the tobacco company.Chen Li walked over, untied the equipment bag on his waist and threw it on the ground, pushed the smoker aside, and occupied the treatment bed. He was very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Various things happened one after another in the past two days. He felt a headache. I don't know if the old problem is at work again."Did the boss reply?" The smoker asked. "No.""Want a puff?" Yan Gun held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers and extended it to Chen Li."Hmm." Chen Li leaned over to his hand, took a puff, and held it for a while. The smoke rolled out of his mouth, blurring his face."Is it sweet? Coconut flavor.""I can't taste it." Chen Li shook his head.Yan Gun suddenly reached out and opened Chen Li's shirt, and saw several scars - electric shock, a routine punishment, not too heavy or light, if you make a mistake, you should be punished, there is nothing to blame.Chen Li was too lazy to stop his rude behavior. After all, they were too familiar with each other, sometimes even like the same person."Does it hurt?" Yan Gun touched the continuous wound. The skin and flesh in the serious place rolled up, glued together, and turned into a hard blood-red crack, like a glue-made art painting."When did you become so sentimental." Chen Li's tone was a little sarcastic.

"Maybe you've been away from the battlefield for too long."

"Then let the boss send you to the south. The recruitment advertisement is posted at the door of my store.""I'll go if you accompany me."Chen Li was silent. After a while, he spoke slowly, "It's also good for us to die together on the battlefield."Yan Gun was visibly relieved, raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a new cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff.This was the fourth cigarette Chen Li had watched him light up, and he had never done it this often before. He knew that Yan Gun was upset, but he didn't know the reason.The war they participated in was the most tragic war in the past 30 years. In the era of global agreements to end world-destroying weapons, the war lasted for five years and killed nearly one million people. The army of this country was defeated several times under the powerful attack of the enemy. Four of the thirteen generals were killed on the front line, and more than half of the elite soldiers and generals were injured.

G could only hire the Free Corps as scouts internationally, but even with a very high reward, few corps responded.

Finally, their boss took over the business, and all of them stepped onto the battlefield. Thirty-six people completed forty "decapitation operations" - this is a legendary number. The difficulty coefficient of the operation that can be called a "decapitation operation" must be top-level, and the reward is also top-level.They used their domineering strength to cut off the enemy's continuous attack chain and helped the country win the protracted war. In addition to a large amount of money, they also received G's promise to become G's non-staff staff.In the arena, this is called "recruiting", which has mixed reviews.In order to complete these forty decapitation operations, they also paid a huge price, death, disability, stress disorder, etc.... Each of them has experienced the process of crawling out of hell, and some people eventually stayed in hell."You were so powerful at that time, so majestic, and you didn't care about the whole world." The voice of the smoker sounded a little trance.

"I am like this now." Chen Li said calmly.

Yongqiang put out his cigarette and smiled, "Yes, we are like this now.""What do you think of the underground city?" Chen Li asked.Yongqiang shook his head, "I have a bad feeling.""Ten years ago, General Chen Ming predicted that mankind would soon enter the era of mayflies." Chen Li's eyes were calm, even indifferent, but his tone was a little dry when he mentioned that person's name.

He continued without pausing, "She died before she could explain clearly, so people have different opinions about the Age of Mayflies."

Yonggun lit another cigarette, the smoke made his eyes seem darker, he blew the smoke and said slowly, "Mayflies, born in the morning and dying in the evening, what do you think?""The world's opinions are nothing more than resource depletion, frequent wars, environmental degradation, and it is more difficult for humans to survive... But I think the so-called Age of Mayflies means that there will be species with longer lifespans coming to the earth, far exceeding the human lifespan. Compared with them, humans are like mayflies.""I guess it's not coming, but being discovered.""Like the legendary dragon." Chen Li suddenly smiled, and his smile was actually a bit cute.

"Why, have you imagined yourself slaying a dragon?"

"Slaying a dragon sounds pretty simple."Yongqiang was silent for a while, and suddenly asked Chen Li, "If you were given another chance, would you go to the battlefield?"Chen Li turned his head to look at him. His eyes were very dark and very quiet, like the lake water in the middle of the night. He answered without hesitation, "Yes.""Why?""Why not go to the battlefield? Have a baby?" He seemed to no longer feel the pain of the past and could blurt it out so casually."You are still..." The words suddenly stuck in his throat, and Yanqiang couldn't say it. He was worried that his recklessness would hurt Chen Li, even though Chen Li looked too indestructible.His nickname is Shengdao, which means "a living knife" in human language. A knife is already scary, let alone a living knife. Chen Li is their king of close combat.Chen Li said calmly, "Cut off everything that can't be used."Yongqiang was stunned, and suddenly he jumped off the treatment bed and rushed to the bathroom. Chen Li was startled and hurriedly chased after him. After seeing the condition of the smoke gun, he looked helpless and leaned against the sink to watch the smoke gun vomiting all over the sky."Is it that serious?" Chen Li patted the smoke gun on the back to relieve his breath, "Does it make you so sick?"After vomiting for a long time, the smoke gun slowly stood up. His eyes were red, and his fair skin looked even redder, as if blood was about to drip.He took a bottle of cleaning mist, but did not spray it. Instead, he unscrewed the cap and drank most of the bottle in one breath. The chemical turned into a large amount of cleaning foam in his mouth. He started to spit bubbles as soon as he opened his mouth to talk. Chen Li didn't know whether to laugh or not.The smoke gun still felt sick. He rinsed a few times at the sink before he felt relieved. He luxuriously let water wash his mouth for a while. There were bubbles inside, and even his nasal cavity was filled with the sour smell of cleaning liquid.Nowadays, there are not many houses that can use water freely. More people are used to using cleaning sprays-humans have long been disciplined to use resources as little as possible.

"No...ah...I, I don't know." Yan Gun rubbed his stiff cheeks, shock and sadness mixed on his face, making his expression extremely painful.

"I thought you knew." Chen Li said calmly."I should have taken the position of Crow at that time...""When I embarked on this road, I knew there would be such a day," Chen Li patted Yan Gun's shoulder, "Let you protect me? No, then I would rather die."Yan Gun shook his head subconsciously, and then he rubbed his face, looking depressed.Chen Li sighed, stretched out his hand to hold Yan Gun in his arms, like stroking a big dog, and rubbed Yan Gun's silver-white hair.He was thin and tall, with firm and powerful arms. No one could tell that he had suffered a near-death injury, was tortured to the point of being completely bruised, and underwent major operations again and again. Phantom pain tortured him for a full three years.It took him three years to escape from this difficult and miserable situation and live like a normal person. Since he opened his eyes, this big silver-haired dog has been circling around him, making him dizzy and at ease.

Yan Qiang hugged Chen Li back and buried his face in Chen Li's shoulder.

They had spent too many days relying on each other to survive. Sometimes they even seemed like one person, coexisting, leaning on each other, trusting each other, fighting back to back, and sharing an energy bullet at the last moment.

"Your wound has split again, wild dog." Yan Qiang's waist began to bleed again, and he suddenly remembered Yan Qiang's previous nickname, "Wild Dog".

The boss often scolded Yan Qiang for his dog temper. In the past, they all called Yan Qiang a wild dog, and it was even his nickname at one time. But a top gunman, one of the four gun kings in continent A, was called a wild dog, which sounded too trashy, so the boss took the lead and stopped calling him by this name.

"I'll glue it on with glue too."

"If the bleeding doesn't stop tomorrow, let's do this." Chen Li nodded seriously.

Back in the treatment room, Chen Li stood at the door but didn't go in. Yan Qiang looked at him with some confusion.

"Let's go back to the confinement room and sleep." Chen Li said.

"Nonsense, you listen to him! I've already been punished, what else do you want!" After saying that, he dragged Chen Li in, each with a treatment bed - he slept on it so many times that he was more familiar with it than his own bed.

Yongqiang would pray briefly before going to bed. He wore a small statue of a god around his neck, which was said to be the god of creation.

Chen Li did not believe in gods and Buddhas, so it was rare to ask him what he prayed to God.

"I told him that my brother had a hard life, and asked him to protect me more in the future." Yanqiang said.

"You don't need to ask him, I have a strong life." Chen Li's eyes were very dark, like an abyss, and like a lake, equally dark and bottomless.

Yongqiang closed his eyes, listening to Chen Li's long and even breathing, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He was not sleepy and prone to insomnia. It was a luxury to sleep for two or three hours without dreams every day. Even if he fell asleep, he would keep having the same dream over and over again.

He dreamed that he was lying on a pale bed, with countless intubations inserted into his body, and the large instrument at the head of the bed flashing green and blue dots and lines.

He didn't know when this dream started, and it would come again every once in a while. He felt like a particle floating in the air, overlooking another self on the bed. He couldn't feel the pain of the disease, but he saw himself in pain.This feeling was strange and weird.