Bionic Era

"What does Xiong Zhuang think?" Lu Wen asked again.

"I think... I feel that the human beings are quite sincere this time, and they have put forward so many conditions, and they have tried their best to get the Bionic Human Alliance to sign."

Xiong Zhuang also accepted Lu Wen's influence at first, thinking it might be a scam.

But then news came.

The Bionics Alliance signed a treaty with humans.

There are many unfair agreements.

The negotiations lasted for several days, and some human congressmen were uncomfortable.

"Humans have spent so much thought to get us to sign, and they have an advantage. If you really want to fight, there is no need to spend those days and talk with us to negotiate." Xiong Zhuang said.

Lu Wen nodded.

Sure enough, it was a wise decision to let Huang Liang lead the organization.

Xiong Zhuang's thinking is not human enough.

In general...a bit wishful thinking.

Xiong Zhuang had been influenced by him, and he would still think so.

The guys in the Bionics Alliance were on the scene, and after the entire negotiation process, it is estimated that they have been dazzled by the joy of building the city.

"Can you tell me about the specific treaties?" Ark asked.

"I'll pass it to you directly."

Lu Wen held Ark's hand and passed all the contents of the final signing of the treaty to him.

Ark scanned it quickly, frowned, and said: "Generally speaking, the harsher the treaty given by humans, the more it shows that they sincerely want to sign a contract, rather than just perfunctory. This treaty... is indeed sufficient. harsh."

"Look, even you think so." Lu Wen smiled.

"In short, whether human beings are sincere or not, it is a stupid thing for the Bionic Human Alliance to expose the city coordinates. This is actually one of the earliest promised conditions." Fang Zhou said.

"If it were you, what would you do?" Lu Wen asked.

"I don't approve of building a city, but if you really want to build it... go to the southernmost, colder place, covered with snow, and then build a city underground."

The Ark’s proposal is quite consistent with Eden’s second plan.

...

Outside the city in the treaty, smoke and dust are wanton.

All kinds of large machinery operate day and night.

Bionics do not need to rest.

The construction of the city went smoothly.

But Martin's anxiety became more and more serious.

He has been observing for several days

The longer I stayed, the more I felt something was wrong, and I couldn't tell what was wrong.

But as a human intuition tells him, things will not be so simple.

"Hey, don't you really consider our proposal?"

Martin once again proposed the idea of ​​going further south and establishing a real city.

"Now that the construction of the city has begun, if we suddenly undergo a large-scale transfer, humans will have doubts." Ma Bo said.

"There is no need for a large-scale transfer." Martin waved his hand. "Just like you did before, break it up into parts and move on a small scale, with a single organization as a unit, slowly moving to the south. As for this city, it can still continue to be built. , To build a fake city, to give those humans an illusion."

The number of bionics gathered outside this city has already exceeded tens of millions.

There are still a steady stream of bionics, either organizations or individuals, that flow into groups resting outside the city.

The more people there are, the more dangerous Martin feels.

He felt that there was a big sword hanging above the city, just waiting for the bionics to be completely assembled and then destroyed all at once.

"We are grateful for Eden’s kindness, but now we have reached this point, and humans have satellite monitoring. Many satellites in orbit scan the no-man’s land every one and a half hours. Even if we move on a small scale, if the number is If it is too dense, it will be found." A leader of the Bionics Alliance said.

"Eden can help shield the satellite monitoring of no man's land, as long as you...oh..." Martin looked at the expressions of those bionics, knowing that it would be useless.

These guys refused to listen.

As a human being, in this place full of bionics, he is actually an outlier.

Those bionics actually didn't completely believe in him.

Even if the two bionics behind him can prove his identity, they are still useless.

...

Mau city.

The pale golden light of dawn shone on every street.

This city is sunny today.

Lu Wen and Wei Boan have encountered a lot of trouble these days.

Some people pretend to be wandering poets and spread false news on those social platforms. Fans of those wandering poets are instantly excited, and they spread the words ‘the wandering poet is not dead’.

Wei Boan is indeed still alive.

It's just that the recognized wandering poet is Feng Fugui.

"Those guys who spread false news have been caught. They don't even know the most basic hidden IP, and they dare to learn other people's online public opinion." Wei Boan took a sip of fish porridge and told Lu Wen the news.

"I heard that the mayor called you yesterday." Lu Wen did not act with Wei Boan yesterday.

He has to go back to the thirteenth district often.

It creates an illusion to outsiders that Xia Chuluo is still recovering from his injuries and needs his care.

"Yeah." Wei Boan nodded.

"What did he say to you? Tell you to do it hard?"

"Almost, that old guy~www.NovelMTL.com~Wei Boan said: "That old guy called a group of news media and praised me in front of everyone, saying that I have done a good job during this time and are hypocritical. If it weren't for the things he did, I would have been deceived by him. "

...

The thirteenth district.

Standing at the gate of the Executive Board, Wu Yu sorted out all the things that needed to be done today.

Gong Liangyu was still wearing a white robe, strolling on the streets of the city, Luo Xunfeng looked at him, worried about his accident.

"The old man has a white head and a bright head, but he walks like flying, and his breath is steady. At first glance, he is exercising regularly." Those who had morning exercises said hello to Gong Liangyu.

"Nowhere, it's no better than you young people." Gong Liangyu responded with a smile.

The morning light shone on his white robe, rendering a faint golden glow.

The white beard and hair fluttered in the morning wind.

Looking at it, there was a feeling of dust.

Wu Yu was closer to Luo Xunfeng during this time.

According to Luo Xunfeng, Floating City is actually not as stable as the outside world seems, and there are factions in that city.

Each veteran congressman can be regarded as a separate faction, and there are some fights among them.

There is nothing outstanding about the younger generation of Gongliangyu's school, and they are all cheating on their laurels.

Luo Xunfeng belongs to another faction, but he now serves as the chief deacon of the entire Floating City Deacon Office, and he does not agree with the so-called faction in his heart, so every old congressman believes in him more.

"Wu Xiaoyou, are you done with things in Mowu City? When can you go back to Floating City with us." Gong Liangyu asked.

"When are you going to do it?" Wu Yu asked back.

"Almost... soon."

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Good night, all book friends!