Chapter 2306: The omen of the omen (16)

Chapter 2306 is a sign of darkness
An hour later, in Cairo, Africa, in one of the suites of the Cairo Grand Hotel.
"Oh, it’s interesting." After listening to Bettiville’s description, the gunner Nat did not react, just sitting there and continuing to read his newspaper: "So you have [rats] in your boat, think Looking for me to help clear? Do you think I am a cat?"
"It's actually [cat suffering]. Well, now is not the time to entangle this." The werewolf youth sighed: "You are the only man who I can find at the moment. If you can't help this, then the world No one can help. Even if it is too late."
"Huh, so exaggerated?" Nath continued to flip the newspaper with his hand. The speed at which he read the newspaper was surprisingly fast. His eyes mechanically slid back and forth and read the articles in the newspaper, while his metal frame was composed. The hand also flipped the newspaper lightly without breaking the paper: "I believe that this [small problem] on board is not as serious as you think, just look for some scavengers to deal with it. It is not necessary My help? What's more, your scholar friend who doesn't want to reveal his name doesn't say it? It's a tracker based on the technology of [College]. Why do you think that tracker will be with my brain? Adaptation? If there is no effect after loading it on my head, why not?"
"No, I know that your electronic brain can be perfectly adapted to the technology of the college." Biddyville said: "In the previous battle, what vegas assisted aiming system you used, my A scholar friend who doesn't want to reveal his name says that he knows it. It is the same as the college's man-made control technology, or that the Vegas system you use is the prototype of that technology. You are actually the third. The prototype of the artificial man, isn’t it? Just two hundred years ago they insisted on the semi-human and semi-mechanical research direction, but now they completely abandoned the [mechanical] part of the man-made person and made it almost entirely [human] The third generation of artificial people."
"You know it very well." When Bettiville said this, Nat had already turned over several pages of newspapers and almost finished reading the Cairo Evening News. However, when the newspaper was about to finish reading, he significantly slowed down the reading speed, which seemed to be intentional.
"But there is one thing you said wrong. The Vegas system is not just an auxiliary aiming system. It actually integrates the quantum-level calculus into a nano-level golem and then puts the magic image with this quantum microcomputer. Infused into my body in the form of biomimetic colloids—especially in my mind. With two hundred years of deep sleep, my brain nervous system gradually assimilated with these nano-magic statues. Only in this case, the Vegas system It's a preliminary installation. Now my brain is more than just a human brain that has been frozen for two hundred years. It is the crystallization of man-made technology two hundred years ago, and the essence that has been precipitated for two hundred years. Please don't take me and those The so-called third-generation man-made people are comparable. I am not their prototype. On the contrary, they are my deteriorating mass-produced body."
Bedyville blinked: "No difference. Anyway, it's the technology of the college."
Nath then snorted: "I admit that the organization I worked for two hundred years ago, the German Naz Party, does have some involvement with today's college. No. Even today, this long-defunct organization The disabled party is still estimated to be involved in the college."
The metal face of the Musketeer's mechanical skeleton seems to be making a self-smirking expression: "But I have already drawn a line with the Naz Party, and they have no connection with them anymore. And I also I don't want to mention my past. If I help you, it is equal to revealing my old scars. Please give me a reason why I have to do this?"
"Because [Yingqi Baozhu]." Bediville suddenly said.
The original intention was only to lead Bettyville, but did not expect the werewolf youth would not want to bite, Nat could not help but pause: "Continue."
"I know that you want to go to my boat. I know that you want to borrow my [Yingqibaozhu] to help you find your son. So you said that you don't want to help me, but actually I have already planned to help me, just want to get from this. There is more interest in the bargaining. "The werewolf youth came to the door and said, "Yes, the longer the time drags, the more serious the [rat problem] on my ship will be. God knows if the monster will spread on the ship, Then occupy my boat? You are here with me, just wanting me to be impatient with time, let you take advantage of it, I am right?"
The gunman Nat’s newspaper, which had already been read in the handle, was placed on the coffee table, turning to look at Bedieville’s blink of an eye:
Interesting.

"I am confessing to you. I only have the [key] to start [Yingqibaozhu] in my hand. Yes, in the most accidental circumstances, the key may trigger the ability of Yingqibaozhu, let people Seeing things that you shouldn't have seen - just like the scene you saw when we fought in the game the day before yesterday." Bettiville said: "But you know, no one in the world can control it. [映奇宝珠], its trigger is entirely accidental, and the scene it reflects is even more accidental. If you look forward to helping me, I can help you find your wife and children two hundred years ago, your expectation It will definitely fail. However, I still want you to help me. So, in addition to the clues of your wife and children, what do you want? Open a price. Do you want money? Mimicry] Technology? Or want to get a more realistic bionic skin, make you look more like a person?"
"Call." Nat squeezed out a sneer: "If I said, except for the clues that I lost my wife and children two hundred years ago, do you have nothing to ask for?"
Bedieville frowned.
"Yes, I can really ask you for money. Maybe you can make a profit from you. If you have money, you may find something from the intelligence trader. I can indeed ask you to ask." The people of Great Britain, let them help to find clues. Are you familiar with King Arthur? Is it possible for the Knights of Great Britain to use their intelligence network, and maybe even find something?"
Speaking of this, Nat shook his head: "But no. You know how unreliable it is. I still have a little money, and the intelligence traders have found a lot; I even used my former contacts. I tried to get some information from the old Germanic Empire. But no. No information can be found. It is impossible to get it. No one can detect the home of a soldier who was unknown two hundred years ago. The information, this information is too inconspicuous."
auzw.com "So what do you want from me?" Biddeville asked confusedly.
"I want to be with you. If you are telling the truth, the key to the singular treasure in your hand is really an uncontrollable prop that randomly launches and gives random information, then I can't miss it. The information that will leak out at any time. Hope is very embarrassing, but as long as I wait patiently, hope is not zero."
"It's blunt, you want to go to my boat, right?" The Werewolf youth sighed: "I have enough strange guys on board, I don't want a trackman to live in my boat, two Fourteen hours are monitoring my life"
"I don't need to worry about this. I can't track you in twenty-four hours. Private space will always be left to you." Nat added: "But do you know? As long as it is the information revealed by Yingqi Baozhu, Even if it's something that doesn't matter, you have to share it with me for the first time. This is part of the deal, and you have to keep this promise. You help me, I will help you, things are as simple as that."
Bedyville sighed again: "It seems that there is no room for negotiation?"
"No." Nat shook his head. "Or can you try to smoke or burn with the smoke and drive the mouse out of your boat's ventilation duct?"
"Why are you so tired when you talk to you?" The werewolf youth held his temples and groaned, and looked impatient: "Forget it. What do you like?" I asked Eve to give you permission to move freely in the ship. So, is that all right? But don't do things on my boat, you know? Just like you will stare at me closely, I will also call the ship's artificial intelligence to stare at you."
"I can't help it." The gunman Nat stood up from the sofa: "So, go to your boat [catch the mouse]. I only hope that during the period of our conversation, everything has not deteriorated to the point where it can't be controlled, Brady. Captain Weier."
His last sentence is definitely a mockery. The forehead of the werewolf youth has a blue vein.
Another hour later, the sand boat - the Dawning, Dr. Virgil's research room.
"Is this guy?" The troll looked down at the gunman Nat in front of him. He couldn't help but frown when he saw Nat's metal skeleton: "I don't know where you came from, the first generation of artificial people. Can the guy really use it? The electronic brain structure of the first generation of artificial people is quite simple."
"I don't need you to worry about the scientist who doesn't want to reveal his name." Gunner Nat said back to the top: "Besides this metal skeleton, I am a complete [person]."
"Yes, define what is [person]." The Hulk is too lazy to quarrel with Nat and turn into his research room. "Come in. Give me a chair and let me see if the wafer can go well." Install it up."
"Wafer" Biddiville just wanted to say something. He saw a capsule-sized metal device in Virgil's hand, a bright red flesh, sealed by a slender glass container, and the other one he had never seen before. Precision electronic parts. He couldn't imagine how Dr. Virgil, who turned into a troll, relied on what to build such a delicate part. Is it his rough fingers?
"Hey, there is an expansion slot on the cervical vertebra, and the socket is still in the same format as the original body of the second generation. This is easy to handle." Bettiville is still wondering, while the Hulk also began to smash and recite, while at the Musketeer Nat played with his neck.
"That's fine!" He seems to have really loaded the tracking chip.
"How do you feel?" Biddyville asked.
"Well," Gunner Nat stood up from the chair and looked up at the ceiling: "The tracker works well, I found it - or, is it [they]?"
Beddyville's face changed: "How much is there?"
"Let me count" Nat looked up and watched it. It seems that a thermal image was displayed in his field of vision, allowing him to clearly see the location and distribution of the monsters: "Two or three hundred."
Bedyville's face became pale like paper.