Chapter 998 Completed
Boom—
The surface was shaken, and another orbital mass strike was projected to the City of Night, and the sprinkled concrete blocks were comparable to cluster bombs, ruthlessly destroying the once prosperous city.
From the sky, the city was already dark, and the only light source was the burning building, but even the fire was covered by black smoke.
A world-famous city of freedom became a dead city in less than three days under the attack. Just as military technology dispatched soldiers without reservation, the ESA also launched a bombing without reservation—
Everyone was forced to make it harder. The riots of the EC lasted for one day, and the situation became worse and worse. I got used to the excellent management AI of the Illuminati, which made them always feel something was wrong with the assessment of the situation, let alone the real money loss.
The company is losing money every day, but on the other hand, the power of the workers' alliance is expanding every day. The EC does not know where they lost. The untouchables still owe money. Where does the money come from to rebel? They only know that they want to capture the thief and capture the king first.
At the same time, they also urgently displayed this scene to the whole world, as if they were proclaiming proudly:
"Your savior is dead, let go of resistance and accept reality."
But the European Community obviously forgot one thing, or they ignored one thing: the most dangerous person in the room is the poor man with nothing, because they are all thinking about snatching or burning the things in other people's hands.
The planet is now the locked room.
Even if Lille really died in the bombing, even if the city of Liberty has become ruins, even if the myth is really destroyed, the resistance will not stop-
What's more, Night City was not destroyed. The city had been reborn in the fire during bombing. It is now a battlefield bathed in flames and steel, a factory running for the future.
There is no day and night here, only endless mechanical roar and hot furnace light, countless automated assembly arms are waving, countless molten iron and metal powder flow into the treatment station, condensed into alloy through precise neurometallurgical technology
The sparks exploded on the production line, like stars popping out in the darkness. The workers' prosthetic bodies were running, and the exoskeletons were buzzing, dust and oil were flying out and accumulated on the protective mask. The foreman shouted slogans in the deafening noise—
But occasionally, they would joke with each other, as if this would dispel the urgency that enveloped the dungeon.
"Our Night City~ We will go to heaven tomorrow~"
"We want to build a rocket that flies into the sky. Do you think this thing can really fly up?"
"Nonsense, otherwise what do you think we are doing? Create an unprecedented big tombstone to engrave your own name?"
"Haha, if it's really a tombstone, we have to carve the boss's name at the top: the King of Hamburg deals with a fool's figure, the last order, the eternal ghost of space wanders in the sky."
"Stop joking, if they die, we won't be able to survive!"
"Brother, are you done?"
The worker looked at the robot beside him - saying it was a robot, but in fact he did a job of the same level as him. Although it was not stated explicitly, everyone now assumed that this was a tramping AI.
What awesome thing: the flow of AI has beaten the old world so badly that people think that online monitoring saves humanity from the fire and water.
Now they suddenly discovered that wandering AI would beat the old world to pieces, and it is likely that they just learned the behavioral logic of bad people and accelerated the process of the world towards destruction.
Now that Liuhuai AI is back attacking rich people, people never dream of Liuhuai AI becoming class brothers with poor people.
The workers in Marvel World completed the work at hand, and the production line status changed: "Your Night City is underground now? We were underground before."
"Before?"
"Yes, before, now we won, and we took the entire country back in an instant, but that damn company dog ran to the moon. I heard that he seemed to be blowing up the moon."
"Haha! So awesome?" The old man from Night City laughed, "Then I understand. Let's move faster. Before the moon exploded, I went up and exploded the company dog!
Sometimes I really hope it's true! "The same is true for me. Where can I find a guy like you who speaks nicely and works very well? Work harder! ”
While they smiled, they completed the final assembly of the propelling fuel compartment with the robotic arms and artificially cooperated. The huge rocket frame rose little by little in the narrow underground factory like a sharp sword pointing straight to the sky.
There is no unnecessary decoration, no company logo, no patent mark that belongs to someone. Everyone knows that this does not belong to any person or company—
This belongs to the person who cast it with both hands.
People from both worlds cooperate to create the same rockets at the same time. In addition, in order to ensure the smooth operation, Marvel World has begun to build a more powerful computing array.
It’s okay in the Marvel world, and there may be delays in extraterrestrial communication, but it is Lille’s home court after all; in Night City, once you leave the earth or even leave the dungeon, the communication environment will become extremely wide.
Unless Lille can get the assistance of real traversing AI and use the devices in the Internet era, he needs to complete a large number of calculations in advance to reduce the possibility of accidents.
Although the situation is slightly different, one thing is the same for people in both worlds:
Time, time is the most precious thing. The ESA's orbital mass projector is still operating, and the sweeping troops may launch the final general attack at any time; the Roxen Group may also start the final experiment at any time and blow up the moon.
In this case, production, every minute and every moment, drain all production capacity, and work together is the only way to survive!
Fighting is not only on the battlefield. People have been tense since they entered the final state. The company dreams that workers can keep spinning 24 hours a day, but they can never do it:
They blame the efficiency on the disobedient management of the untouchables, the intelligence of the lower class, and the hopeless consumables, but they can never imagine:
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥!
At this moment, many people sleep day and night, and they don’t even have time to wipe off the oil on their bodies. The amplification of the prosthesis and the stimulation of the drugs are always constant, and the nerves are kept in a long-lasting and highly excited. Even advanced technology cannot suppress inflammation and rejection reactions—
In the eyes of the company, they should have become Cyber mentally ill!
"Hey, can we really win?"
The young technician twisted his prosthesis, and the hot maintenance oil poured out from the discharge port, and then immediately poured new maintenance liquid into it.
The Rockets are right in front of them.
His partner was concentrating on manipulating the robotic arms, his eyes completely closed. Even the excess body movement stopped and entered a very dangerous machine control mode:
"Stop talking nonsense, work more, drink some wine when you are tired, prepare some medicine, and make it first before you can be qualified to be afraid."
This is the last bargaining chip, the last chance to fight against the company dog.
Filled all the engine oil, prosthetics whirled and sparks flew. The mechanic looked at the rocket and laughed: "You must use this thing to hit their face hard."
"That must be very good!"
Saw—
The launcher starts to move, and the cooling gas fills the surroundings
The last piece of puzzle is assembled onto the rocket, driving the write, and the spacecraft that is destined to change history begins to operate.
Completed.
[Lier: All compatriots, workers, soldiers - listen:]
(This chapter ends)