Bionic Era

Lu Wen set off in the dark.

He drove away in an SUV belonging to the organization.

The wind and sand in no man's land moved forward quietly in the dark.

The roar of the car broke the silence, and the brilliant galaxy guided him in the direction.

The map marks an abandoned city.

...

The body in the thirteenth district returned home, and Xia Chuluo had already fallen asleep.

Lu Wen looked at the latest news.

The Internet has exploded.

Some people go with them.

There is only one human figure.

The night swallowed up the figures who went deep into no man's land.

Even some small vendors set off overnight, carrying a whole load of goods.

"This is called a business opportunity!"

"Although we don't have the ability to grab that treasure, it's no problem to go to that city to sell some snacks and drinks."

"On weekdays, a bottle of mineral water can only cost two yuan. When we get to that place, if we go to that place, we can raise the price a little bit. Ten yuan is not too much."

This is a confused era.

Everyone is trying to find their role.

Someone saw a lot of gangs in the 16th district.

It was also seen that the executive bureaus of some large regions set off overnight, even ignoring the wedding of the bionics.

"I heard that my colleagues from District 6 have returned home again. This time, more than 30 people went there but failed to catch No. 9, and their weapons and equipment were confiscated."

It was rare that the public channel was still lively in the middle of the night.

"It's so miserable, it's a shame."

"That No. 9 is a bit interesting. Are you interested? After finishing the matter of this treasure, we will deal with him together."

"If you really want to go, call more people. The sixth district said on the big channel that the organization of No. 9 has expanded to more than 50 awakened bionics, and they have sent equipment twice before and after. Now the equipment is quite good. excellent."

"It's a pity that Xia Chuluo was injured and is still recuperating. If she makes a move, Number Nine will be within reach."

Someone actually missed Xia Chuluo.

Obviously this girl is very unpopular in the executive bureau.

"Why are you mentioning her? It's just a sharp-tongued little girl. I just want to see her young and don't want to argue with her!"

"By the way... in our district executive bureau, is there anyone who can argue with her?"

The entire public channel was instantly quiet.

There was no sound.

I don't know how long it took before someone posted a sentence.

"Lu Wen can beat Xia Chuluo, right? Where's Lu Wen? I just got rid of that clever Lei Bin, so it's impossible to go to bed so early, right?"

"He's a bionic man, he doesn't need to sleep!"

"Forget, forget, sometimes it feels like he is a human being."

"Yes, although my retarded assistant is awakened, he is completely inferior to Lu Wen."

Lu Wen also sent a message in the channel.

"I'm in the thirteenth district. I just got home and I'm getting ready to rest. Be careful everyone. The treasure may be fake."

"Understood, the meaning above is to say, let us send more people to each region to maintain order on the scene."

"..."

After sending a message, Lu Wen ignored it.

This body can rest well tonight.

...

No man's land.

The abandoned city stands on the horizon of dawn.

The first ray of morning light rose from the end of the earth, and Lu Wen saw the outline of the city.

Empty and dilapidated are always the main themes of these ruins.

The crows took steel brackets and built their nests on the collapsed science and technology building, yellow vines climbed up the concrete building, twisted roots extended in the underground pipes, spiders weaved their webs in the decaying amusement park, and the scarlet rust accompanied the years dance.

Walking on the desolate road, every step can reveal romance and loneliness.

"These people arrived quite quickly."

Someone sat outside the city, painting the dead giant.

There are also people who stand on the cracked rocks and write poems about the desolation of this reality.

There was the sound of frying dough sticks in the distance.

Vendors set up huge umbrellas around several roads into the city, and the air is filled with the sweetness of soybean milk.

Those leaning buildings looked dangerous, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

So the timid ones were operating outside, and the courageous ones drove directly into the city with a cart.

This is a dead city with no traffic control.

"Young man, come for two fried dough sticks, I don't have the strength to grab something when I'm hungry."

Lu Wen's body does not have a bracelet, and a gun and tactical knife are pinned to his waist. He is regarded as a normal human being.

He smiled and waved his hand, and drove into the city alone.

"The map circulated on the Internet ended up at the museum in the center of the city, and everyone went there."

One after another, there are still people entering the city.

Advertising posters from 80 years ago are pasted on bus platforms that have not yet collapsed in Shanghai.

The rotten clothes hanging on the tall buildings were too late to take away.

Many things seem to have stayed before that war, and time has retained their appearance, but with a light touch, they will turn into dust and blend into the history that no one has written.

"Brother, are you alone? Do you want to form a team?"

Lu Wen's speed is quite slow.

He was carefully observing and recording the surrounding terrain.

Some people were in a hurry, worried that they would lose everything if they got there late, and the speed was very fast, passing Lu Wen one by one.

Perhaps it was because Lu Wen looked so powerful that someone sent an invitation to him.

He smiled and shook his head, expressing that he likes to act alone.

Gradually go deeper, the closer to the center of the city, the more lively it is.

Lu Wen saw the vehicles of the Thirteenth District Executive Bureau, as well as other regional executive bureaus, and even saw a few familiar faces.

Wu Yu was sleeping on the co-pilot of a certain vehicle, so he must have rushed here last night.

"The executive bureau occupies one side outside the museum, and the other side is... those gangs in the sixteenth district?"

The gang also saw a few familiar faces.

Lu Wen went to the slums many times. When he was free, he liked to scan the pedestrians on the street. One tenth of the pedestrians were wanted criminals, and he recorded many faces.

"There is another party that is actually a bionic organization."

These bionics who were hiding in Tibet every day in no man's land suddenly united tacitly.

An organization of a few people, an organization of dozens of people, and there will be a steady stream of follow-ups.

There are a large number, and those with missing arms and legs have all played.

The rest are scattered treasure hunters.

There are also loyal fans of the book "The Lost City", standing on a tall building in the distance, wanting to witness the biggest easter egg of this book with their own eyes.

Tension spread in the scorching air.

It's early June.

The climate in no man's land is even more extreme. Sandstorms come at any time, and sometimes there are terrifying tornadoes roaring at the end of the sky.

The wind here is like a knife, if you inhale a little more, you will feel uncomfortable in your lungs for a long time.

So many people are wearing masks or covering their faces with gauze scarves.

"Looking at it like this, it will take a while to fight."

The most central museum occupies a large area, and its appearance is already decayed.

The dust in the wind is the most ruthless carving knife.

I went to bed at 1.40 in the morning, got up before 6 o'clock in the morning to code, had breakfast after 8 o'clock, read the comments, and continued to code...