Before I could take advantage, the guys came around again, "What's wrong with Panang?"
The members of the tribe were very anxious. I said a few words and said that the current leader and the successor leader were all unconscious. This is no joke. If I hadn’t had a close friendship with Adecado, I would have passed away right now.
It's time for someone to speak with a gun to his head.
"Don't worry, let me check the situation." We worked together to move Panan into the tent and lay on the bed. I moved a horse and sat next to her. I pulled out the data cable from my palm and connected it to the socket behind Panan's ear, and started to check the nerves.
system.
Johnny squatted at the end of the bed, digital smoke puffing out from his nose. I asked him, was this the same way medical soldiers used to rescue the wounded on the battlefield?
"What kind?"
“An atmosphere of anxiety and indifference.”
"No, it's not so quiet. It's like a morgue here, and the battlefield is like a slaughterhouse."
"Don't smoke, it's not good for patients."
"This is a fucking holographic projection." Johnny put out his cigarette in frustration, "Do you see anything wrong with it?"
"Her memory disk is formatting."
"How? The plot wants to turn her into an idiot?"
"Formatting and neural network personality program overwriting are taking place at the same time."
"It's very much like the pretty boy candidate." Johnny was referring to Jefferson.
"That's right." I put my hand into my collar, rubbed it on my body, squeezed out a little magic potion and applied it on Panan's face. The changes in her neural network stopped immediately, but she was still in a coma. I
Tried restarting her system with no success.
Johnny gloated and laughed.
Friends of the tribe are worried and don’t know what to do next. On the one hand, the biotechnology people are coming to the tribe to sign a contract with Thor. On the other hand, the military technology transport team is about to pass through the Badlands. Now both sides are waiting for time.
People and those who made up their minds all lay down.
I said, "It's no problem. Michie, call the master and let's go grab the demon lizard."
"Is it possible in Panam's case?"
"We won't know until we try. Don't worry, her current condition will not get worse at least. Let's go." As I said that, I picked up Panan. This wild girl is quite heavy.
Mitch's eyes widened, "V, what are you doing?"
"The plan to steal the car was proposed by Panan. How can we do it without her presence? Let's go, let's go!"
Johnny laughed, "You are really outrageous."
So the carjacking team assembled, a group of veterans who were homeless after being discharged from the army, and more than a dozen staunch supporters of Panan. They were a striking force in the tribe and an important asset for Panan to rise to power in the future. I
There weren't enough people to see, so I called Wu Youxiang and temporarily brought two truckloads of gunmen over to help. In fact, we didn't need so many people.
Everyone had expired and looked at each other in confusion. The person in charge was lying on my back. I smiled and turned to Panan, who was in a coma, and asked, "Tell me about the plan?"
The wild girl who had fainted suddenly opened her eyes. This scene was quite scary. Panan spoke like a radio with poor signal, intermittently, but the overall idea was still very clear, "Listen, military technology will
Take apart the devil lizard and transport it on the road in two trucks... We intercept the transport team at the intersection of the railway and Highway 101... grab the things and run... We go to the station first, V, you are with us,
Or meet there?"
Of course I smiled and said, "Let's go together."
Panan turned around and stared at her car blankly. I continued to carry her on my back, "Okay guys, let's walk?"
"Holy shit, what's wrong with Panan?"
"She was forced to trigger the plot, that's all."
"Trigger the plot? What do you mean? Wait a minute..." Some of the audience members were smart, and they immediately fainted themselves after simply thinking about it. This should be the feedback that triggered the plot.
"Don't think too much, don't ask too many questions. The truth will be revealed to the public one day. The top priority now is-"
"Grab the car!" Everyone said in unison.
…
I put Panan in the passenger seat. She was unconscious, her body was limp and she couldn't exert any strength, and she fell sideways after a while. So I pulled her over a little, with her head resting on my thigh. She still had to walk the rest of the way.
I'm driving, and I can't be idle along the way. I have to monitor Panam's neural signals while trying to trigger plot dialogue.
It was already difficult to multitask, so I asked Johnny to help me drive, and I let him control half of my body - which proved that the two of us actually got along quite well.
"Panan, tell me more about your plan."
No response.
"Panan, why did you and Sol have a quarrel?"
No response.
"Panan, do you think the swordsman will come and take advantage of me?"
She opened her eyes suddenly, "Saul thinks so. He has sentries posted around the camp."
Johnny asked me, "Hey, there is a reaction. Is there anything abnormal in her nerve signals?"
"Everything is normal. She seems to be awake now."
"But that's what's most abnormal."
After saying this, Panan closed her eyes and fainted again. He tried again and again along the way, but still couldn't solve the problem when he reached the destination, so he had no choice but to continue carrying her on his back.
"Okay, we're here Panan, tell everyone about your plans."
At this time, the dusk was dim, and the outlines of everyone's bodies were dark. There was only wind blowing in the surrounding fields. The earth and distant mountains were so quiet that the sky was the color of light yellow mica, and low-altitude clouds were floating heavily on the distant hillsides.
, the wind turbines in the bad land are like a group of old trees left over from ancient times, dilapidated but still standing. Panan was half-backed and half-supported by me, and she opened her eyes, almost full of energy.
"Do you see that locomotive over there? Carol will hack into the system, and we'll go to the control tower to get permission, so that we can start this beauty... then park it at the intersection of the highway and the railway, and we'll
Can stop military technology convoys."
The ancient nuclear-powered locomotive has not only stayed in this abandoned station for many years, but it still looks like a Soviet product. It is solid and reliable. Its resolute and simple appearance design and thick goose-yellow spray paint make people conquered by its industrial beauty at a glance.
, many veterans among the companions whistled involuntarily.
There were many people here this time, but I had to do some key plots by myself. I carried Panan into the control tower, and had to follow the stairs to the top tower. The door of the control tower was closed, and Panan suddenly walked out of the control tower.
She stretched out her hand from behind to fiddle with the electronic control panel next to the door. This was her plot. I treated myself as a wheelchair.
"Panang, are you awake?"
She didn't answer, her quiet and warm breath blew on the back of my neck, and the data cable in my hand was still connected to her port, like a slender umbilical cord.
