Cyber Heroes

The entire Recycle Bin Town made the most solemn preparations on this day when the master came to collect Genetic Tax. The mayor hung up the banners of plastic cloth. These brightly colored decorative objects can be stored for hundreds of years without deterioration and no fading. They are one of the few "recreational articles" in this World. All the townspeople temporarily put aside their work and gathered in the square on the west side of the town.

All the large construction machinery are lined up. In front of the construction machinery, there are high level workers who are highly transformed. Moving forward, there are ordinary residents. Some high level workers have already knelt on the ground. Their steel bodies ensure that they won't feel uncomfortable kneeling. They don't know when the "big master" will come, so they just kept kneeling.

And the man took Yuki and stood in the middle of the crowd.

He saw the front row of people holding babies, including the mayor. The degree of transformation of these babies is generally very low. Among them, the most remodeled is the nutrient pipeline connected to the throat. This can liberate the workforce of both parents and make the family income higher.

Men always feel a little uncomfortable. He knew two months ago that those babies are "taxes". In order to enrich the diversity of the "human gene pool", the lords would collect baby taxes. And if the settlement cannot provide high-quality newborn babies, then the lord can think that the settlement has no value. He does not need to continue to provide shelter to the settlement.

This is also stipulated by the so-called "Dyson Principle". The lord cannot impose further punishment for "non-taxation", and no punishment will work.

However, if the lord does not shelter the residents, then the uncivilized and uncivilized thugs "knights" can ravage the settlements at will.

It is still difficult for men to accept the reality of human beings as taxes. However, he can't change anything now. His prosthesis is made of waste products, it is too weak, not to mention large-scale construction machinery, even highly reformed workers can crush him.

He can't cause trouble to the town.

"When will I have to wait..." Yuki closed his eyes. The gray ground reflects the sun, which is a test for his unenhanced natural eyes. And his natural skin can't stand the sun for so long.

At this moment, there was a commotion among the crowd.

"It's coming!"

The thunderous voice came from far to near. Three ground-effect aircraft approached quickly.

Ground-effect aircraft is a dynamic vehicle that uses ground effect to provide support for flying. Ground-effect aircraft is equipped with fixed wings and can fly close to the ground (or water). The lower surface of the wing is very close to the ground, blocking the airflow, providing lift, and fixing the aircraft near the ground.

The three aircraft present a triangular formation. The first aircraft is based on white, supplemented by golden patterns. It is very luxurious and has several points of classic beauty. The latter two are painted in pure black.

Three aircraft stopped moving at the edge of the square. The ejector is activated, jetting air downward, raising dust several meters high.

All the giant machines honked in unison. The loud voice made the man feel that his skull faintly vibrated.

The babies were howling and crying. Their fragile tympanic membrane can't stand this kind of stimulation. I am afraid that after this day, the ears of these babies will be lost. But no one cares. Artificial hearing organs are worthless in this age. In addition, in terms of sensory organs, natural organs cannot be compared with reinforced prostheses at all. Even for work, a person should try to replace the natural sensory organs.

No one cares about this little thing.

After the dust fell, the construction machinery slowly stopped honking.

After that, the doors of the three ground-effect aircraft opened. On each of the two black aircraft, fifteen reformed soldiers came down. Their transformation should be more thorough, the head is completely a square camera, and the limbs are long, presenting an industrial streamlined beauty.

On the lead aircraft, there was a...

a person who looked like a natural person.

It's kind of rude to say that. No one likes the appearance of a purely natural person. Natural evolution retains too many unreasonable designs, and there is no sense of beauty at all. But he really looks like a natural person. He was wearing a yellow-green military uniform, with a high stand-up collar, a pair of high military boots under his feet, and even a dog in his hand.

If he has an Iron Body under his military uniform, then the look of this face can be said to be "personal aesthetic".

The mayor had already joined him when the master came down. But after seeing the other person's appearance, his bright smile gradually solidified.

After half a second, he changed to a more flattering smile.

"This elder, when we first met, may I ask you..."

"My name is Apennines." The officer smiled and walked forward for two steps, and then frowned his head. .

Behind him, a cyberman dressed as a secretary scolded: "Why are you so rude? How dare you stand to welcome the arrival of Lord Apennines?"

The mayor hurriedly Kneel down. Behind him, the residents of Recycle Bin Town also knelt down in a hurry.

The man at first hadn't reacted yet, but fortunately Yuki pulled him a bit, so he didn't appear too conspicuous.

——In this era, the social and humanistic things have gone backwards to the pre-modern level...

Men feel distorted again. But what followed was an emotion called "fear".

Who am I? How long have I been asleep? What happened during my sleep time?

Why...

When the officer Apennines saw everyone kneeling on the ground, he gave a gentle smile: "Don’t worry, I won’t blame you. These are all my predecessors. , Bernini’s fault. He was too lax to you and did not take on the duties of a tax officer. That’s why."

"Two months ago, a group of knights broke into Bernini. Bernini’s mansion killed Bernini and completely destroyed his biological brain. Then, as the youngest son of Sir Lord, I took this job and will become your tax officer in the future. I hope you can obey me. Affairs. I believe that during my term of office, we will get along very happily."

The mayor put the baby aside and kowtowed: "Listen to the master's instructions."

"Very good." Apennines nodded: "According to the data, your town is very good. The fertility rate has risen for ten consecutive years. This is really good."

"It's all thanks to the lord. Fu." The mayor did not dare to take credit.

"No, in my opinion, this is probably the fault of your Excellency Bernini?" Apennines frowned. "According to the data, you should pay 19 babies as taxes this year, but... …The mortality rate in your town is a bit high."

"This...this is the Ancient Battlefield of Sublimination War after all. There are many dangerous metals underground, and it is indeed easy to get sick..." The mayor said in a low voice.

"no no no no." Apennines shook the head, walked to the mayor, and rubbed the howling baby with his boots: "Can the population quality of your town work?"

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"It's really good!" The mayor cried out: "We all transport recyclables to the city every day, which shows that our workers are all great guys! A great guy!"

Never fail to pay taxes!

Everything about these officers can be seen by the lord or the greater great character. They are not the ones who directly provide protection, but only those who collect taxes. As long as they collect the taxes, they can't deny it.

However, the tax officer can decide how many babies to take away based on the quality of the population.

Although the human gene bank must ensure diversity, it still preferentially accommodates individuals with excellent genes.

"This kind of thing, it doesn’t count if you say it." Apennines knelt down, patted the mayor’s face, then walked to a soldier, took a gun full of bullets, moved towards The mayor shoots away.

Countless bullets fell, making the ground dusty. The mayor screamed. After a while, the dust slowly fell.

The mayor was unharmed, except that a perfect circle drawn by a bullet appeared on the ground with a full radius of three meters.

"The circle is the venue." Apennines pulled the belt in his hand: "You choose a representative and compete with my dog. As long as you can support one... it will take five minutes!"

He took out a thumb-sized projector and threw it on the ground. The projector automatically projects a three-dimensional image in the air.

That is a countdown to "05:00:00".

"After one person loses, you can switch to another person. No matter how many people you come up, as long as you give me five minutes, I will recognize the population quality of your town. Taxes are allowed-can it be done?"

The mayor stared at the dog blankly. The dog was wagging its tail and looked harmless to humans and animals. But the mayor knows that this kind of thing that looks a lot like old-time creatures is mostly artificial. What kind of weapon this dog might be. He really didn't want to do this kind of thing.

But, if you can’t pay the tax...

Apennines shook the head, drew a short stick from his waist: "Tsk, high-energy electric shock device, I will lend you extra How about a weapon?"

Old Town Head gritted his teeth and kowtowed and said, "Master, please allow me to discuss with the townspeople."

"Go." Apennines smiled and waved.

While the mayor was discussing with a few other old people, the secretary of Apannines came over, knelt down, and untied the dog. During this process, the infrared signal transmitter in his palm shook at the dog's pupil camera: [Don't kill too much, Young Master was just driven out by the master to do something, and wanted to find something to vent. If everyone is really dead, it will be no good for the master. In the end, it took five minutes at least to let these guys pay their taxes. ]

The dog sprayed on the nose.

A few minutes later, a worker with a height of four meters walked out. Although his body is a large-scale humanoid form for handling and rough processing, his head is still the size of an ordinary person, and his face is full of fear. Although there is a huge difference in body size between the two sides, the mayor has already stated his interests. He didn't dare to hold big, after entering the circle, he put away his fists and aimed at the dog.

He didn't pick up that weapon. His hand simply couldn't hold the electric shock stick.

"Start!" The secretary gave an order, and the countdown began.

The worker's fists were ejected fiercely under the action of the hydraulic device. With this, the steel scrap can be hammered into a shape that is easy to transport.

However, the dog jumped up at a moderate pace and stretched its limbs. The steel fist slipped across his belly. The dog runs effortlessly on the worker's half-meter wide arm.

At the same time, the man blurted out: "Bionic boxing?"