An hour later, in Cairo, Africa, in a suite at the Cairo Grand Hotel.
"Hmm, interesting." After listening to Bedivere's description, Musketeer Nat didn't react at all. He just sat there and continued to read his newspaper: "So there is a [rat infestation] in your ship. I want to
Ask me to help you clean it up? Do you think I’m a cat?”
"It's actually [cat disease]. Well, now is not the time to dwell on this." The werewolf young man groaned: "You are the only artificial human I can find at the moment. If you can't help with this matter, then what will happen to the world?"
No one can help. Even if it happens again, it will be too late."
"Huh, so exaggerated?" Nat continued to flip the newspaper with his hands. The speed he read the newspaper was actually surprisingly fast. His eyes mechanically glanced back and forth and read the articles in the newspaper. At the same time, his body was made of a metal frame.
His hand was also flipping the newspaper lightly without breaking the paper: "I believe this [small problem] on your ship is not as serious as you think. You can just find some scavengers to deal with it. It is not necessarily necessary.
My help, right? What's more, didn't your scholar friend who didn't want to reveal his name say that it was a tracker based on [Academy] technology. Why do you think that tracker will interact with my brain?
What about the adaptation? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if it had no effect after being installed on my head?”
"No, I know that your electronic brain is perfectly adapted to the technology of the academy." Bedivere hummed: "In the previous battle, the Vegas (v.e.g.a.s.) auxiliary aiming system you used, my
A scholar friend who did not want to reveal his name said that he knew it. It is the same as the college's artificial human control technology. In other words, the Vegas system you are using is the prototype of that technology. You are actually the third party.
The prototype experimental body of the modern artificial human, 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 of the artificial human and made an almost completely [human]
]’s third-generation artificial human being.”
"You know it in detail." When Bedivere said this, Nat had already flipped through several pages of the newspaper and almost finished reading the "Cairo Evening News". But when he was about to finish reading the newspaper, he
Significantly slows down reading, seemingly on purpose.
"But you are wrong about one thing. The Vegas system is not just an auxiliary aiming system. It actually integrates the quantum-level calculation system into the nano-scale golem, and then puts the golem with this quantum microcomputer
Injected into my body in the form of bionic colloid - especially into my brain. With two hundred years of deep sleep, my brain nervous system gradually assimilated with these nano-scale golems. Only in this case, the maintenance of
The Gas system has just been initially installed and formed. Now my brain is not just a human brain that has been cryopreserved 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
Comparing me with those so-called third-generation androids, I am not their prototype. On the contrary, they are my degraded mass-produced body."
Bedivere blinked: "No difference. Anyway, they are all academy technologies."
Nat then groaned again: "I admit that the organization I worked for two hundred years ago, the German Nazi Party, does have some involvement with the current academy. No. Even today, the organization has long been banned.
The remnants are probably still involved in the academy."
The musketeer's metal face made of a mechanical skeleton seemed to be making a self-mocking expression: "But I have drawn a clear line with the Naz Party a long time ago, and I have no contact with them anymore. And I also
I don’t want to mention my past anymore. If I help you, it will be like opening up my own old scars. Please give me a reason why I have to do this?"
"Because of [Yingqi Orb]." Bedivere said suddenly.
The original intention was just to lure Bedivere to the bait, but he didn't expect that the werewolf youth would bite the hook without thinking. Nat couldn't help but paused: "Continue."
"I know you want to board my ship. I know you want to borrow my [Yingqi Orb] to help you find your son. So you said you don't want to help me, but in fact you have already planned to help me. You just want to start from here."
It’s just to get more benefits in the bargaining." The werewolf youth said straight to the point: "Yes, the longer the time goes by, the more serious the [rat infestation] on my ship will be. God knows whether the monster will lay eggs and multiply on the ship.
And then seize my ship? You are going around in circles with me here just to make me impatient as time goes by so that you can take advantage. Am I right?"
Musketeer Nat put the newspaper he had finished reading on the coffee table, turned to look at Bedivere and blinked: "Interesting."
"I'll be honest with you. What I'm holding in my hand is just the [key] that activates the [Yingqi Orb]. Yes, under extremely rare circumstances, the key may trigger the ability of the Yingqi Orb, causing people to
Seeing things that you shouldn't see - just like the scene you saw when we fought in the arena the day before yesterday." Bediwell hummed: "But you have to know that there is no such thing in the world.
People can control [Yingqi Orb], its triggering is completely accidental, and the scene it reflects is even more accidental. If you hope to help me, I can help you find your wife and children from two hundred years ago.
, your expectations will definitely be disappointed.------Nevertheless, I still want you to help me. So, apart from clues about your wife and children, what else do you want? Make a price.
Do you want money? Do you want the academy’s [mimicry] technology? Or do you want to get a more realistic bionic skin that makes you look more like a human?"
"Huh." Nat forced out a sneer: "What if I say that I want nothing more than clues about my wife and children who disappeared two hundred years ago?"
Bedivere frowned.
"Yes, I can indeed ask you for money, and maybe I can even charge a sky-high price to make a lot of money from you. If I have money, I might find something from the intelligence dealer; I can indeed ask you to make a request.
People from Great Britain, ask them to help look for clues. You are very familiar with King Arthur, aren't you? The Knights of Great Britain may use their intelligence network to find something?"
At this point, 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 my former contacts.
, tried to get some information from the old German Empire. But no. No information could be obtained. It was impossible to get it. It was impossible for anyone to find out the family members of a soldier who was unknown two hundred years ago.
information, this kind of information is too inconspicuous."
"So what do you want from me?" Bedivere asked with a confused look.
"I want to... follow you. If what you said is true, and the key to the Yingqi Orb in your hand is really an uncontrollable prop that activates randomly and gives random information, then
I cannot miss the information it will leak at any time. The hope is very slim, but as long as I wait patiently, the hope will not be zero."
"To put it bluntly, you want to get on my ship, right?" The werewolf youth sighed: "I already have enough weird guys on my ship, and I don't want a stalker to live in my ship.
Monitoring my life for fourteen hours..."
"You don't need to worry about this. I can't follow you 24 hours a day. Your 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,
No matter how insignificant it is, you have to share it with me as soon as possible. This is part of the deal, and you have to keep this promise. If you help me, I will help you, it's that simple."
Bediwell sighed again: "It seems that there is no room for negotiation on this matter?"
"No." Nat shook his head and said, "Or you could try using smoke or fire to drive the rat out of the ventilation duct of your ship?"
"Why am I so tired talking to you..." The werewolf young man pinched his temples and rubbed them again and again, with an impatient look on his face: "Forget it. Just do whatever you like. I'll let Eve give it to you.
Permission to move freely within the ship, that’s okay, right? But don’t do anything on my ship, you know? Just like you will keep a close eye on me, I will also ask the ship’s artificial intelligence to keep an eye on you.”
"I wish I could." Musketeer Nat stood up from the sofa: "Then, go to your boat and [catch mice]. I just hope that while we are talking, everything has not deteriorated to the point of being uncontrollable, Bedi
Lord Captain Vere."
His last name was definitely a malicious mockery. A blue vein appeared on the werewolf youth's forehead.
Another hour later, on the sand ship Dawn, in Dr. Virgil's laboratory.
"Is this this guy?" The troll lowered his head and looked at the musketeer Nat in front of him. When he saw Nat's metal frame, he couldn't help but frown: "I don't know where you got the first generation of artificial people. This
Can this guy really use it? The electronic brain structure of the first generation of artificial humans is quite crude."
"There's no need for you to worry, Mr. Scientist who doesn't want to reveal his name." Musketeer Nat replied: "Except for this metal frame, I am a complete [person]."
"Yes, let's define what [human] is." The Hulk was too lazy to argue with Nat, and turned around and walked into his research room, "Come in. Sit on a chair and let me see if this chip can go smoothly."
Install it."
"Chip..." Bedivere was about to say something when he saw a capsule-sized metal device in Virgil's hand. One end was filled with bright red flesh and blood, sealed in a slender glass container, and the other end was him.
Precision electronic parts that he had never seen before. He could not imagine what Dr. Virgil, who had turned into a troll, relied on to build such precise parts. Could it be his fingers as thick as sticks?
"Oh, 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. That's easy to handle." While Bediwell was still confused, the Hulk also began to mutter, and at the same time, the Musketeer
Nat fiddled with the back of his neck.
"That's it... that's it!" He seemed to have really installed the tracking chip.
"How do you feel?" Bedivere asked.
"Well..." Musketeer Nat stood up from his chair and looked up at the ceiling: "The tracker worked well, I found it --- or, is it [them]?"
Bediwell's expression changed: "How many are there?"
"Let me count..." Nat looked up and observed carefully. There seemed to be a thermal image displayed in his field of vision, allowing him to clearly see the location and distribution of the monsters: "Two to three hundred, maybe