"Urban Intelligent Network Control Center", 17th Floor.

Wearing exoskeleton equipment and carrying a silver rifle, Qiao Chu returned to the elevator hall.

He was about to press the button to let the elevator parked on the 16th floor up, but he saw that the number representing the elevator next to him jumped from "16" to "17".

This means that in two or three seconds, the door of the elevator will open, and the people inside are highly likely to be friends but not enemies.

Qiao Chu did not hesitate, and in the golden eyes blocked by the goggles, there were ripples that seemed real and illusory.

Almost at the same time, he saw countless figures around him.

These figures were a little illusory, and rushed to the potted plants in the elevator hall, nibbling on the withered leaves, shrinking branches, and dry soil.

Qiao Chu did not feel physical hunger, but seemed to be infected by such a scene and could not curb the fact that he was hungry and had to eat something.

Such thoughts occupied his mind and made him unable to think about other things.

"Hungry ghost realm"!

Qiao Chu's hands covering the black metal bones immediately reached into his pocket, took out a bag of air-dried beef, and brushed it open with force.

Immediately afterwards, he frantically stuffed the pieces of black beef jerky into his mouth and tried to swallow it.

But the jerky beef is as hard as a stone. It is impossible to eat without soaking saliva, tearing and grinding teeth.

Qiao Chu was undoubtedly choked, and even felt that he would choke to death here, becoming the most ridiculous commissioner of the institute's death.

The instinct of survival and the fact that food has entered his mouth have allowed him to fight to a certain extent the hungry self-awareness and be able to distract himself from making some chewing.

At this time, the gray-black metal door of the elevator next to it was opened, and a dark black robot wearing a tattered monk's robe and a red cassock jumped out.

The machine eye on the metal face of Jingfa was bright red, as if a bloody world was rendered.

He looked at Qiao Chu, who was wearing military exoskeleton device, and instead of directly raising his arms, using grenade launchers, laser weapons and flamethrowers, he strode and jumped over, preparing to stun the opponent with a real iron fist.

While unable to stop, Qiao Chu bit the beef and chewed it in, he barely shrank his body and rolled to the side with difficulty, almost avoiding the punch of the mechanical monk Jingfa.

During this process, he followed the strong idea of ​​looking for food and stuck his right hand into his pocket again.

This time, what he took out was not only an energy bar, but also a stack of playing cards.

At this time, Qiao Chu had swallowed the beef jerky and his eyes turned pale, leaving tears, but this also relieved his hunger and had the spare energy to throw the stack of playing cards to the ground.

Bang, as the sound of playing cards falling to the ground, Qiao Chu rolled to a position near the stairwell.

What reflected in his eyes was the mechanical monk Jingfa who quickly turned toward the other side of the rushing again, and the eyes made of red light.

"Go...play...cards..." Qiao Chu said three words in great vagueness while swallowing the jerky beef and energy bars.

The Jing Dharma that had just rushed to him was stunned.

The mechanical monk's head turned halfway around and looked at the playing cards on the ground.

His eyes flashed red, and his feet walked over uncontrollably, bent down to pick up the cards.

At this moment, for him, nothing seemed to be more important than playing cards.

Even if your companions need rescue, even if the danger is close, you have to play a game of cards first.

When the Pure Method picked up those playing cards, Qiao Chu's thought hunger disappeared instantly, and his whole body suddenly returned to normal, but he was still a little choking.

He could completely imagine what he had become under the metal helmet:

Because he was still swallowing food desperately to avoid being choked to death, his face was twisted, his eyes were slightly white, and his tears and nose were flowing. There was no place to call him handsome.

This made him extremely angry, distracted to raise his arm, preparing to use a grenade launcher and electromagnetic weapon to attack the Crazy Magic at the same time.

At this moment, the Pure Dharma had turned the body and used that unique, cold electron synthesize the sound channel:

"Let's play cards together."

The price he paid was so great, and his psychological distortion was so serious that he did not silently and concentrate on playing cards there, but decided to combine the two "hobbies" into one and pull Qiao Chu together!

While the mechanical monk was speaking, Qiao Chu saw countless slightly vague figures again, and once again strongly thought that he was very hungry and had to eat something.

Fortunately, he still had food in his mouth and had not finished eating, which made him not so "hungry" in the initial stage and could be distracted to do something.

Qiao Chu quickly raised his left hand and covered the goggles of the metal helmet.

He suddenly became extremely depressed, even though he thought he was very hungry, he didn't want to eat anything or do anything.

He no longer choked and let go of his left hand and looked at the mechanical monk who was holding poker.

That kind of depression seemed to be contagious, and the Pure Dharma suddenly felt that everything became meaningless, and everything was just an illusory dream.

In an incomprehensible depression, the deep black mechanical monk seemed to have understood something. He sat down cross-legged, folded his hands together, and whispered:

"Namo Anuttara Samyaksambodhi, all conditioned laws are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and…"

Qiao Chu then relaxed, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and relied on military exoskeleton devices to jump directly into the air.

A stream of white air squirted out, pushing him horizontally into the stairwell.

After landing, Qiao Chu raised his arm and aimed the grenade launcher at the mechanical monk wearing a ragged monk's robe and a red cassock.

The Pure Dharma is still chanting scriptures in a low voice, as if it has achieved great enlightenment.

After looking at the loaded grenade, Qiao Chu found that this was not the kind with high explosive performance, and hesitated in his heart.

——Because the preset enemy is "high-level unintentional" and a distorted creature, not a robot, he did not replace the grenade before acting.

And this kind of grenade, one or two rounds, probably cannot destroy the mechanical monk.

This will help the other party get rid of the frustration, and so will the electromagnetic weapon.

It may not be too late to replace the grenades on the spot. Qiao Chu could not make the already depressed person even more depressed, and he was always depressed. Once he did not grasp the moment when the mechanical monk was depressed just ended and a new round of control was added, the situation would become very bad.

After thinking for two seconds, Qiao Chu pursed her lips and decided to give up this opportunity.

He turned around and ran to the stairs, held the handrail, jumped down, and landed steadily on the next floor.

In this way, Qiao Chu leaped underground layer by layer in the hollow of the stairs with the help of the exoskeleton device, and soon left the seventeenth floor and headed straight to the bottom.

At this time, the mechanical monk finished reciting the Dharma and raised his head again.

On his black metal face, the mechanical prosthetic eyes emitted a bloody red light again.

The next second, Jingfa sat cross-legged and jumped into the stairwell in a posture that surpassed the structure of the human body.

He imitated Qiao Chu's method, held the handrail, and turned over and jumped down.

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Hearing Du Heng's words, Jiang Baimian did not hesitate and turned his head to Shang Jianyao and others and said:

"We'll leave immediately."

After giving the order, she nodded to Du Heng:

"careful.

"I hope to see you again."

Du Heng smiled and said:

"At that time, I hope you have enough important information, intelligence or information to trade."

He glanced at Shang Jianyao again:

"It is not a good thing to work hard to improve your awakened abilities. The price is never compensated. You can measure it yourself."

Before Shang Jianyao could respond, Du Heng stood up, hugged his waist, and rushed to the place where Xiao Chong disappeared in the shadow of the trees.

"Let's go." Jiang Baimian withdrew his gaze.

Shang Jianyao nodded, straightened his body, held the "Berserker" assault rifle, and trotted and hung at the end of the team according to the previous tactical formation.

Soon, they arrived at the fence on the side.

Long Yuehong, who was responsible for the left side, quickly glanced out of her eyes and suddenly looked at her turbid, blood-covered eyes.

"The Unintentional One"... Long Yuehong was startled and instinctively raised the assault rifle and dodged a step to the side.

On the street outside, the tops of long metal poles were shining, illuminating an area.

As Long Yuehong knows, this should be the street lights of the old world. At this time, at least half of them are still working normally.

The "intentional person" stood under the street light in front of him, wrapped in a shriveled blue jacket, wearing a wide-brimmed hat of the same color, holding a broom and an iron dustpan.

His face was a little wrinkled, his skin was very rough, and there was no wisdom in his eyes. He just stared at Long Yuehong and others, without any sign of attack.

This scene surprised Long Yuehong a little and interrupted his attempt to pull the trigger.

The "intentional person" quickly lowered his head and swept up the fallen leaves accumulated on the roadside.

Seeing this scene, Bai Chen and others suddenly had some inexplicable speculations.

"Go out first." Jiang Baimian quickly came to his senses and quickly flipped over the metal fence.

Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and Shang Jianyao, under the cover of their companions, left the "City Intelligent Network Control Center" and returned to the outside street.

"He is cleaning the fallen leaves..." Long Yuehong couldn't help but look at the "intentional person" who had no tendency to "hunting".

Jiang Baimian raised his head and looked at the opposite side:
To be continued...