"General, Edward, this is a dead move. Even if you regret it a hundred times, it won't change the outcome." John Fleming sat on the sofa a few meters away, using an electric blanket to warm his knees, while his invisible servant
Sitting opposite Edward, he followed his instructions and killed the old man step by step.
In fact, Fleming had begun to regret his suggestion to play chess, because they had been playing this game for two hours. To be fair, Fleming was not a strong player in this sport. After all, he had played chess before the Apocalypse.
Those professional chess players have extra auxiliary brains installed in their heads. They are competing not only on their ideas, but also on the performance of the miniaturized supercomputers of their respective sponsors.
In the professional arena, almost all of these people are the incarnations of Professor X, wearing suits, bald heads, and sitting in wheelchairs.
The bald head is for better heat dissipation. Since FIDE banned them from wearing cooling caps to participate in competitions, temperature control has become one of the rigid indicators of those sponsors.
As for the wheelchair, it is to save every bit of sugar in the body so that chess players can squander the sugar in the body during the game and convert it into computing power.
John Fleming was very fortunate that he had seen the beauty of the old era and witnessed the feats of those who really relied on the innate brain power of human beings to defeat machines. It was a golden age that people in the new era had never imagined. They had lost the sense of being human beings.
So proud.
Sometimes, he thought that maybe it was because of this that a wave of superhuman beings would arrive, turning the modern civilization that mankind was proud of upside down.
But having said that, although Fleming is not that kind of professional chess player, as a politician who gets better with age, his memory is very good. He has been playing blind chess with Edward for the past two hours.
The reason why this game of chess was delayed for so long was mainly because of that bastard Edward. The only thing he was good at was being thick-skinned. When there was no hope of winning, he actually started to regret the game constantly, hoping to impress Fleming who didn't even look at the chessboard.
An error occurred.
In addition, he still used an off-board move. At this time, the two old men were testing their bladders. They drank a lot of tea during the conversation, and now no one wanted to take the lead in going to the bathroom.
"If the time is correct, it is estimated that the advance team from the Valentino Sanctuary will arrive in a few hours. How do you plan to deal with it?" Edward quietly hid a chess piece while speaking: "
If you wake me up at this time, you don't want to use me as a shield, do you?"
"If Gusvota is willing to stay and become the new overseer, I will go back to that icy coffin and sleep until the storm is over." Fleming stretched and said, "General, I hid you.
Put the chess piece back, my invisible servant can sense all your moves, Edward."
"You're cheating!" Edward took the opportunity to swipe his hand, disrupting the chessboard: "You know that Gusvoto Tower cannot stay, do you really want this shelter so much? Almost all of them are Valenti
People from the Nuobang, do you think that the first contact between humans in the Great Storm Era will turn into a war?"
"They messed up everything themselves, and I was the one who cleaned up the mess. It was me who kept the people here from dying of famine or suffocation caused by insufficient energy supply. It was I who kept them alive."
Laming said slowly: "If Gusvota is not willing to stay, then who will become the new supervisor? A greasy leader who was famous in the local gang ten years ago?"
"You have also seen that facts have proven that they cannot do this kind of thing. The people here have tasted the sweetness of power. They no longer recognize the authority of the past." Fleming shook his head, stood up, and spoke in front of the Invisible Servant.
He put on his shawl with the help of others: "Of course I can go back to the icehouse below, but what's the use? Maybe ten years, maybe earlier, I will be awakened again sooner or later to deal with what I have dealt with before.
It’s a mess.”
"Hi, John." Edward walked up to Fleming and punched him suddenly.
Although the old man was old and strong and could still control several women at night, Fleming was a superhuman after all, and his fist was directly blocked by the invisible servant.
"Don't use your rhetoric to deal with me, you old bastard! You always wrap your ambitions in lies!" Edward snorted, gave up his plan to continue attacking, and continued to scold his old friend: "You are the one
You want this shelter! You just want to be the overseer! Maybe the way you call yourself now in your heart is the commander of Heywood Sanctuary! You just want this position! Right!"
"Yes! That's right! So what!" John Fleming was exposed to what he was thinking, and he suddenly became angry: "Not everyone has a good son like you! If I don't struggle, if I don't fight hard, what will happen to me in the future!
Is it just relying on our bunch of old men?"
"Bah! You're already over eighty! What future do you have left! It's so fun! Do you still want to be buried under the expiration date?" Seeing that the other party had broken his defense, Edward suddenly became more energetic: "My son is just trying to live up to his expectations.
!You don’t understand if you don’t have a son!”
"You don't have a son either! That's an adopted son, not a biological one!" Fleming said something suddenly occurred to him, he was stunned for a moment and then asked: "I remember you have a daughter? Which shelter did you send her to?
"
"Probably died somewhere outside? I called her, but she didn't answer." Edward suddenly became quiet, and until the end of the world, they still hated each other.
Approximately how long have they not seen each other? Twenty years? Or thirty years? Ever since Edward, that insecure woman, publicly announced that he was a transgender homosexual, they have never contacted each other again.
Edward didn't know that his originally well-behaved daughter took the wrong medicine, farted in circles, and finally found a boyfriend. He always felt that she did this just to piss him off so that he could get the insurance money early.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Wellington had this idea at the time. She felt that the only value her stubborn and ineffective father had for her future life was to die early and then let herself receive a large insurance money.
For this reason, she even asked her third boyfriend to find an opportunity in an alley to shoot the old man. As a result, the old man was shot in the head by Tang Ji.
In a daze, Wellington realized that it was nearly twenty years ago. What she didn't expect was that she would see Edward again one day after the Apocalypse.
"Wellington, do you remember everything I said?" Gusvota asked seriously: "Can you tell your father not to interfere in possible conflicts?"
Wellington looked into Gusvota's eyes and nodded guiltily.
I will update the next chapter at 5 or 6 tomorrow afternoon~