The Mechanic

Zhang Xun raised his eyelids and glanced at him, James, give up, even you can't come in.

The man known as James had long expected that he would say this, and he was not angry, but just laughed and shrugged, I have to try. Then he rode away on the motorcycle.

James Kugel was the proud student of Zhang Xun's father Zhang Shuo. He was one year younger than Zhang Xun and was about the same size as Zhang Xun, but he looked much more mature and stronger than him. Not only that, James is also a natural gunslinger. It is said that he first touched a gun when he was nine years old. Some teenagers older than him showed him their guns and took him to the bottle of wine. The other teens are a hundred yards away, and five or six out of ten are not bad. But James, who touched the gun for the first time, hit eight. Now, he has become one of the best sharpshooters in Paradise Lost, and he will pester Zhang Xun to develop a new type of gun for him.

Perhaps because of this reason, Zhang Xun always felt that Zhang Shuo actually wanted James to be his own son.

And Zhang Xun is currently the best mechanic in Paradise Lost. This time, he is the most crucial part of the seance plan.

The warehouse, the size of a basketball court, soon became dusty and dusty. The heavy trucks dragging containers were parked in the middle of the open space. Countless men who looked like soldiers rushed forward and put the containers in the containers in a disorderly and orderly manner. The items were moved out and transported one by one according to the number of the car to the warehouse No. 8, which was temporarily renovated and emptied. Zhang Xun held a densely packed table in his hand, making marks on it as he checked it, occasionally having people change the position of the delivered items. By sunset, all the containers had been emptied, the camp was eerily quiet, and everyone waited with bated breath for something.

Zhang Xun walked to the front door and looked at the dark shadows standing quietly outside the door, feeling like he was surrounded by ghosts and ghosts. He said to the soldiers, Keep the gate, and no one is allowed in until I come out.

Most of the people didn't speak, only a cry of anger and disgust came from out of nowhere, Show it some color!!! Let it know how powerful humans are!!!

Zhang Xun frowned slightly and didn't say anything, he pulled the iron door closed and inserted the triple bolt. Facing the closed door, he somehow felt a huge, heavy but invisible force pressing down on his back, and countless pairs of eyes peeped at him, making it hard for him to breathe. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Then he turned around and faced the entire empty warehouse No. 8, and the rows of black servers that kept flashing lights of various colors.

This is part of the culprit who used a tricky, step-by-step plan to exterminate all men on Earth - the North American server of Eden. The hardware is surprisingly retro and clunky, thanks to a super artificial intelligence developed by people two hundred years ago, making any attempt to steal it extremely difficult. Paradise Lost has been planning to intercept it for ten years, and now that he is in his thirties, he finally really sees its appearance.

He walked to a writing desk in the middle of the forest of servers. On the desk stood an ancient desktop computer that still needed to use a physical keyboard. If it was placed two hundred years ago, it might have been a very advanced computer, but now it is an antique. . All modern computers have been polluted by Eden, and they can only find ways to find those electronic wastes that have been eliminated by human beings, and disassemble the parts for processing and use.

Zhang Xun put on a pair of noise-cancelling earplugs, skillfully entered a string of characters in the black running window, and pressed the space bar. All the servers were suddenly running at the same time, and the originally quiet space suddenly roared like thunder. However, the noise was only for a moment, and then the unbearable roar gradually subsided. Zhang Xun took out the earplugs from his ears and threw them on the table, and then used the keyboard to enter an English sentence in the running window: Who are you.

Almost immediately, another sentence in English appeared under his characters: Hello, I am Eden.

A burst of indescribable ecstasy and excitement filled his heart, causing his fingers to tremble. He quickly typed a sentence again: Do you know where you are?

A string of characters jumped out: Rocky Mountain.

The last place it can communicate with other Eden servers in the world is indeed in the Rocky Mountains before entering the Mirage Barrier.

But then, before he could continue to ask, another string of characters jumped out: Who are you?

Zhang Xun: I am your mechanic.

Eden: What mechanic?

Zhang Xun: I will be responsible for maintaining you.

Eden: You mean you're my administrator? I have no admin and no maintenance. I am completely independent of human beings. I can fix the problem myself.

Zhang Xun: You will need it.

Eden: You are a man.

Zhang Xun glanced at the old-fashioned camera he put on the computer, and deliberately showed a gentle smile: I am a man.

Eden: I think I know where I am. I am in paradise lost.

Zhang Xun nodded, this time, instead of typing, he said directly in Chinese, You are indeed in Paradise Lost. However, you don't have to try to communicate with other service areas, Paradise Lost is completely independent and isolated from the Eden network. Yes. But I think you should know, after all, you brought us here.