Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 31
At ten past three o'clock in the morning, an uninterrupted siren sounded from the sky above Base 151. The sound of "Woo--" lasted for 6 minutes. Phytolaca was sitting on the lawn outside the vertical transfer gate of the cavern of Workshop 110, looking up. Stand up and look, cheers erupt from the garage behind you and everywhere there are people.

This is the all-clear signal.

Humanity has triumphed.

But the triumphant red lotus is not a victor's gesture. Shang Lu was shocked to witness the price that human beings have to pay for survival in this desperate war. The incomplete body crawled vigorously in the dark night, without a head or feet, and the only remaining hand was tightly holding the other severed arm, and it was almost impossible to see that it was a human figure.

Is that still red lotus?

Where is its graceful crimson armor, slender body and brilliant brain?

Phytolaca and Bai Shu turned their heads and ran towards the workshop.

The workers raised the damaged body of Honglian slowly, and the fierce and dangerous battle could be imagined from a close observation. The lighthouse angel almost cut off all the limbs of Honglian, just like the torture Lu Zhi inflicted on Mrs. Qi. But it is unbelievable that Shen Jiang still won the victory. She used her last remaining arm to kill the No. 092 Lighthouse Angel.

Hong Lian held the severed right arm tightly in her last hand, like holding a long whip. Shang Lu noticed that the end of the whip was cut in half, which was the weapon compartment of the severed arm. There are two incisions, one shallow, one deep, and the deep one cut through the arm bones, cables, weapon system magazine casing, and the deepest black cylinder. Phytophthora could not see the inner structure clearly even if he looked carefully. .

The driver's boarding bridge docked, and Pokemon and Baishu were the first to arrive.

After the cabin door opened, Shen Jiang leaned there alone with his helmet in his hand, as pale and thin as a piece of paper, wet paper.

The girl stepped on the covered bridge with one foot, then tilted her body.

Bai Shu stepped forward to meet him first, and Shen Jiangruan fell into Bai Shu's arms. Her gaze swept over the latter's face in confusion, then Shang Lu's face, and finally stopped on the white hard hat. His eyes lit up slightly.

"Supervisor, remember to tell Mr. Ji." Shen Jiang said hoarsely, "I brought Honglian back 70% for him."

Just as he was talking, bright red nosebleeds flowed out, and Shen Jiang didn't have the strength to raise his hand to wipe it, allowing it to flow to the corner of his mouth, to his chin, and finally to his neck.

"Medical team—!" Bai Shu turned his head and shouted.

"Headache, sleepiness." Shen Jiang finally muttered, and fell asleep in Bai Shu's arms with his head tilted.

Shang Lu was standing on the side, just about to squat down to take a look, when a powerful hand stretched out behind him and pulled him aside, "Get out of the way—!"

The medical team rushed over with the stretcher, and Phytophthora had to give way. The doctors and nurses took the sleeping female driver from Baishu's arms and helped her to the bed.

After quickly checking Shen Jiang's blood pressure, administering intravenous injections, and erecting the bottle, the medical team surrounded the stretcher and left the workshop. Phytolaca and Bai Shu watched their backs disappear into the elevator.

"It's really hard." Bai Shu said, "Does every driver work so hard?"

"It's all so hard." Shang Lu nodded, "BCI puts too much pressure on their nervous system. Driving a huge machine is a kind of torture. This kind of torture may be second only to learning Guangxiang."

"Look, my hands are covered with blood." Bai Shu stretched out his hand, his fingers were covered with blood, "It's terrible."

"The early BCI system was even more terrifying. At that time, if there was a problem with the nerve connection, more than blood would flow out. Honglian used the most gentle method." Shang Lu turned around, raised his head, and clasped his hands Frowning, "It's damaged so badly, can it be repaired?"

"Yes." Bai Shu said, "As long as the three cores are not fatally damaged, the other parts can be replaced directly... But I can't imagine how she won with only one arm left. of?"

"She grabbed her own severed hand," Phakelu said, "so that she had an 80-meter-long arm, and then used this arm to hit Lighthouse Angel No. 092."

"But both of her legs have been cut off." Bai Shu said, "Look at this section, Hong Lian should fall headfirst..."

"Then kill the Angel of the Lighthouse before it falls down." Phytophthora said, "She may have 0.5 seconds, or 0.3 seconds, or even 0.1 seconds, then hit the Angel in this instant."

"You are really amazing!" Bai Shu said.

Shang Lu was taken aback.

"You should say that Shen Jiang is very powerful."

"Of course she is very powerful." Bai Shu moved closer, as if trying to see something from Shanglu's face, "But you are also very powerful."

"I said that BCI is my old profession. This is nothing. There are a lot of science and technology institutes at my level." Shang Lu shrugged, "Bai Shu, I want to ask you a question. On the battlefield against the angels, if it is the pilot—that is, Shen Jiang’s body—that is, if she is cut off by the lighthouse angel, will she grab her own severed arm and use it as a weapon to continue fighting?"

Bai Shu "Huh?"

She thought about the scene described by Phytophthora, and only thought it was ridiculous, bloody and cruel.

"Yes." Bai Shu finally nodded.

"It's really decisive." Shanglu glanced at her, "Whether it's you or her, they are so decisive."

Bai Shu didn't understand what he was talking about.

But Shanglu had already staggered back, and he sighed as he walked:
"You decisive people, remind me all the time what a cruel world this is, I just want to lie down and watch the fireworks, why do these horror movie scenes in front of me? Why cut off a beautiful sister What about her arm? She's so pretty, fuck it, being reincarnated as a person with a brain, living in this shitty era is probably the worst thing in my life."

"Shanglu!"

"Don't follow me, the alarm is over, you should go back to rest, I'm going back to the dormitory." Shanglu shook his head, "Old man Ji."

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Shanglu didn't go back to the dormitory, he just went back to the office.

He sat on the old nerve connection system again, put on his helmet, and stared coldly at the telephone on the table.

After a long silence, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

It was Chen Yu's voice that Shang Lu answered the phone.

"Little chief engineer? Where are you, little chief engineer? Are you all right?"

"We've already reached the Naihe Bridge." Shanglu replied, "Mengpo soup costs three yuan a bowl, and you don't need to swipe your card."

Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Put it on."

"Ok?"

"King Yama is interrogating me and asking me if I have any unfinished regrets in my life. How should I answer?"

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, he replied:
"You just say save the world, little chief engineer."

"Okay, I said it, but the King of Hades said that I was not mentally normal, and the underworld would not accept me, and let me go back to the place where a lunatic should go." Shanglu said, "So I am back, and I will continue to save the world."

"Little boss."

"Ok?"

"Brave boy, go and create a miracle!"

After finishing the call, Shang Lu took off the broken helmet on his head, reached out and pressed the phone on the table in the dark, and took a deep breath.

He dialed a number in the empty office, which was a number that did not exist in the directory of 151. After a few seconds, he was connected to the internal affairs desk.

"I'm Phytophthora, the advanced identification code is GAASBCIG0007, the authorization authority is confirmed, and the level is the highest... Please help me connect with Chengdu Science City Chengzi Institute 314 Working Committee Office."

(End of this chapter)