Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2306: The omen of darkness (16)

Chapter 2306 Omen to the Darkness (Sixteen)

An hour later, in Cairo, Africa, in a suite at the Grand Cairo Hotel.

"Hmm, interesting." After listening to Bedivere's description, Musketeer Nat didn't react, just sat there and continued to read his newspaper: "So you have a [rat infestation] in your ship. ], would you like me to help clear it up? Do you think I'm a cat?"

"Actually [cat disease]. Well, now is not the time to worry about this." The werewolf youth groaned: "You are the only android I can find at the moment. If you can't help with this, Then there will be no one in the world who can help. If it does, it will be too late."

"Huhu, so exaggerated?" Nat continued to flip through the newspaper with his hands. He was reading the newspaper surprisingly fast, his eyes mechanically scanning back and forth and reading the articles in the newspaper. The hand composed of the metal frame also flipped the newspaper lightly without puncturing the paper: "I believe this [small problem] on your ship is not as serious as you imagined, and you can deal with it by finding some scavengers to deal with it. And Don't you need my help? What's more, didn't your scholar friend who didn't want to reveal his name say it? It's a tracker based on the technology of the [Academy]. Why do you think that kind of tracker will be compatible with What about my brain? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to put it on my head and not have any effect?”

"No, I know that your electronic brain can perfectly match the technology of the Academy." Bedivere hummed: "In the previous battle, what kind of Vegas (V.E.G.A.S.) auxiliary aiming system did you use, My scholar friend, who did not want to be named, said that he knows it. It is the same as the android control technology of the academy. Or, the Vegas system you use is the prototype of that technology. You actually It is the prototype experimental body of the third generation of androids, isn't it? It's just that two hundred years ago they still insisted on the research direction of half-human and half-machine, but now they have completely abandoned the [mechanical] part in the android and made almost complete It is the third generation of human beings."

"You know quite a bit." By the time Bedivere said this, Nath had already turned over several pages of the newspaper and had almost finished reading the Cairo Evening News. However, when the newspaper was about to be finished, he significantly slowed down his reading speed, as if on purpose.

" But you're wrong about one thing. The Vegas system is not just an auxiliary aiming system, it is actually a quantum-scale computing system assembled into a nano-scale golem, and then a quantum microcomputer with this kind of quantum microcomputer is assembled. The golems were injected into my body in the form of biomimetic colloids—especially my brain. With two hundred years of deep sleep, my brain nervous system gradually assimilated with these nano-scale golems, and only in this case Next, the Vegas system is the initial installation. Now my brain is not just a human brain that has been frozen for two hundred years, it is the crystallization of artificial human technology two hundred years ago, and the essence that has been precipitated over two hundred years. Please don't compare me to those so-called third-generation cyborgs, I'm not their prototype. Rather, they're my degraded mass-produced machines."

Bediver blinked: "No difference. It's all academy technology anyway."

Nutter groaned again: "I admit that the organization I worked for two hundred years ago, the German Nazi Party, does have some ties to today's academies. No. Even now, this has long been outlawed. It is estimated that the remnants of the organization are still involved in the college."

The Musketeer's metal face made of a mechanical skeleton seems to be making a self-deprecating expression: "But I have long since drawn a line from the Naz, and have no contact with them anymore. And I don't want to talk about my past anymore. If I help you, I'm exposing my old wounds. Please give me a reason why I have to do this?"

"Because of [Yingqi Orb]." Bedivere said suddenly.

The original intention was to lure Bedivere to the bait, but he did not expect that the werewolf youth would bite the bait without even thinking about it.

"I know you want to get on my boat. I know you want to use my [Yingqi Orb] to help you find your son. So you said you didn't want to help me, but you actually planned to help me, but I just want to get more profit from this bargain.” The werewolf youth said straight to the point: “Yes, the longer the time drags on, the worse the [rat infestation] on my ship will be. God knows if the monster will be born on the ship. Eggs proliferate and then take over my ship? You're circling me here just to make me impatient as time goes on and let you take advantage of it, am I right?"

Musketeer Nat put the finished newspaper in his hand on the coffee table, turned to look at Bedivere and blinked: "Interesting."

"I'll be honest with you. All I hold in my hand is the [key] that activates the [Yingqi Orb]. That's right, in extremely rare circumstances, the key may trigger the ability of the Yingqi Orb. , let people see things that shouldn't be seen -- just like the scene you saw when we fought in the ring the day before yesterday." Bedivere hummed: "But you need to know, No one in the world can control [Yingqi Orb], its trigger is completely accidental, and the scene it reflects is even more accidental. If you help me, I can help you find you two hundred years ago My wife and children, your expectations are bound to fail.------I still want you to help me though. So, what do you want besides clues about your wife and children? Do you want the money? Want the Academy's [mimicry skin] technology? Or do you want a more realistic bionic skin that makes you look more like a human?"

"Huh." Nat squeezed out a sneer: "What if I said I wanted nothing but clues about my missing wife and children two hundred years ago?"

Bediver frowned.

"Yes, I can indeed ask you for money, and maybe even make a fortune from you at a sky-high price. If you have money, you may find something from the intelligence dealer; I can indeed make You go and ask people in Great Britain to help them find clues. You know King Arthur quite well, don't you? The Knights of Great Britain use their intelligence network, maybe they can find something?"

Speaking of this, Nat shook his head: "But no. You know how unreliable all this is. I still have a little money, and I have found a lot of intelligence dealers; I have even used me. The old contacts, trying to get some information from the old Germanic Empire. But no. I can't get any information. It's impossible to get it at all. It's impossible for anyone to detect a person who was unknown two hundred years ago. The information on the family members of the soldiers, this kind of information is too inconspicuous."

"So what exactly do you want from me?" Bedivere asked, confused.

"I want... to follow you. If you are telling the truth, the key to the Yingqi Orb in your hand is really an uncontrollable piece of random activation and random information. props, then I can't miss the information that it will leak at any time. Hope is very slim, but as long as I wait patiently, hope will not be zero."

"To put it bluntly, you want to get on my boat, right?" The werewolf youth sighed: "There are enough weird guys on my boat, I don't want a stalker living on my boat. I have been monitoring my life 24 hours a day..."

"You don't need to worry about this, and I can't follow you 24 hours a day. Personal space will always be reserved for you." Nat added: "But you know what? information, no matter how insignificant it is, you must share it with me as soon as possible. This is part of the transaction, and you have to keep this promise. You help me, I will help you, it's that simple."

Bedivere sighed again: "It seems there is no room for negotiation on this matter?"

"No." Nat shook his head. "Or maybe you could try smoking or burning it to drive that rat out of your boat's ventilation ducts?"

"Why is it so tiring to talk to you..." The werewolf youth rubbed and rubbed his temples with an impatient look on his face: "Forget it. You can do what you like. I'll let Iraqi Fu gives you permission to move freely inside the boat, that's all right? But don't mess with my boat, you know? Just like you'll keep an eye on me, I'll ask the boat's AI to keep an eye on it you."

"I can't." Nat the Musketeer rose from the sofa: "Then, get on your boat [to catch the mice]. Just hope that during the time we talk, things haven't gotten too far out of hand. , Captain Bedivere."

His last salutation was definitely sarcastic. A blue vein appeared on the forehead of the werewolf youth.

Another hour later, on the sand ship, the Dawn, in Dr. Virgil's laboratory.

"Is this guy?" The troll looked down at Nat, the musketeer in front of him, frowning when he saw Nat's metal skeleton: "I don't know where you got the first-generation artificial Man, is this guy really usable? The first generation of artificial humans has a very simple electronic brain structure."

"Don't worry, Mr. Scientist who doesn't want to give his name." Musketeer Nat replied: "Except for this metal frame, I am a complete [human]."

"Yes, define what [people] are." The Hulk didn't bother to argue with Nat, turned and walked into his research room, "Come in. Give me a chair and let me see this chip. Can you install it smoothly?"

"Chip..." Bedivere was about to say something when he saw a capsule-sized metal device in Virgil's hand, with bright red flesh at one end, sealed in a slender glass container, and at the other end. It is a precision electronic part that he has never seen before. He couldn't imagine how Dr. Virgil, who had turned into a troll, was able to build such delicate parts. Could it be his fingers as thick as sticks?

"Oh~IndoMTL.com~ There is indeed an expansion slot on the cervical spine, and the socket is still in the same format as the second-generation prototype body. This is easy to handle." While Bedivere was still confused, the Hulk also began to shatter. read the words, while fiddling behind the neck of the musketeer Nat.

"That's... well!" He seemed to actually have the tracking chip on.

"How do you feel?" Bedivere asked.

"Um..." Musketeer Nat got up from his chair and looked up at the ceiling: "The tracker is working fine, I found it -- or rather, [they are] ]?"

Bedivere's face changed: "How many are there?"

"Let me count..." Nat looked up and looked closely, and it seemed that a thermal image appeared in his field of vision, allowing him to clearly see the location and distribution of those monsters: "Two Three hundred."

Bediver turned pale as paper.

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