Chapter 494

The girl who incarnated as peach walked through the gate of the luxury hotel with her small bag. A 7-seat medium-sized van on the next street started at the same time and turned sharply out of the back lane. At the right time, she stopped at the door. There was a gap in the door. The girl just bent down and slipped in.

Close the door, the bright sun was immediately blocked out of the car. The car sped up silently, drove away from the side road and inserted into the turbulent car river.

On the back seat of the dark carriage, there was a white man with short hair. The slightly opened roof window hit a light on his face from top to bottom, showing his whole face as resolute as a knife carved statue. His hands crossed his chest and looked coldly at the girl still combing her hair in the mirror: "what's up? Did you ask?"

The girl put away her makeup mirror and giggled: "all the materials left over from the capital of the Yuan Dynasty have been sent to Carson, the United States in the pre earth era!"

Another man sitting next to him nodded, extended his hand from the girl's long hair and gently nodded at a position in the back of her brain. The blonde girl's eyes immediately stopped, her body changed from relaxation to tension, and her back sat up straight.

"The system task is completed and the data is being deleted!" from the blonde girl's mouth, she sent a hard electronic voice.

"Very good!" the upright white man told the operator, "we'll set off for Carson immediately. You can contact the comrades in the branch over there and make them ready for armed robbery. Although it's not necessary to use force, we still have to be prepared with both hands!"

"Yes!" answered the young man with greasy hair, and then changed his confused expression. "Bruce, I really don't understand the use of taking so much trouble to find a batch of garbage?"

"I don't know... Nelson, but don't be careless!" the man called Bruce is about 40 years old. He looks like a typical American. He has a green gray beard stubble on his face and his eyes are deeply concave. Under the shadow, he is like wearing a pair of dark dark sunglasses. His expression is always cold and resolute, like a soldier waiting for battle at any time, "Although I don't know what I'm looking for in the end, I know it must be very important to the leader, and even related to the final success or failure of this operation. Otherwise, the leader will never issue such strict implementation instructions, even at the expense of the organization, we should find it!"

"What will exceed the meaning of the existence of the organization?" Nelson looked aside at the female robot that had been turned off and looked out of the window

Three days later, on the outskirts of Carson in the United States in the pre earth era, it was drizzling slightly. It was cloudy and cold in early spring. Three or five men in black ponchos bowed their heads and walked to the door of the "car cemetery".

The so-called car cemetery is the scrap car recycling station. There are thousands of rusty waste vehicles stacked here, some even as high as five or six storey buildings. Cars of various colors become blurred under the cover of dust and rust. Many broken beams and bumpers are inserted between the cars, making it look like a post-modern worker Industry ruins.

Outside the car cemetery is a simple barbed wire fence. A four meter barbed wire fence encloses the huge space in the middle. Outside, along the foot of the fence, there is a muddy barge path. Several black shadows come to the gate with wet muddy water.

One of them reluctantly raised his hand and rattled the gate of the cemetery. The light of the guard cabin lit the only warm light against the blue gray background, pulled a small spring door and pushed it open. The old man holding an old shotgun came to the door, and the wooden door behind him slammed shut

"Hi, old Luke, long time no see, my friend!" the man who knocked on the door said hello with strong attire and enthusiasm.

Old Luke narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the five or six people who came down in the rain. Then he limped down the steps of the wooden house, took out the key, opened the thick iron chain of his arm, flashed a crack and let several people come in.

"I said, how are you doing recently, man?" the man who took the lead continued to exchange boring words.

"Still the ghost..." old Luke put his shotgun on his shoulder, pointed to the muddy road in the middle of the car cemetery, and several people walked in side by side.

"Oh, that's not bad. You must be able to live in such a big factory. Have you contacted your son recently? I heard he's doing well outside!"

"I haven't called for a long time!" old Luke showed a strange embarrassment on his face when he mentioned his son. "You know, we had a big quarrel and he left. It's said that he got a job in the local army and doesn't know whether he's still on earth..."

"That's also good!" the man took off the hat of the black poncho, wiped the rain on his face, and said in imitation of the tone of the advertisement on TV, "it's you who join the local military alliance and become the next cosmic hero!"

"Don't be kidding!" old Luke looked up at the cold weather. "Even Carson can have an ice rain in spring. What good can it be? Children of their generation have never seen blood moon people. How can they know their power? Even if they go to war, they will become the enemy of the universe!"

"Oh?" Bruce, who walked behind without saying a word, suddenly became interested and suddenly answered, "have you seen the blood moon man? I mean, in the real war..."

Old Luke listened to the man behind him and stopped in front of a pile of garbage. He took off the shotgun he was carrying on his shoulder, pulled up a trouser leg, exposed the titanium alloy prosthesis inside, and knocked with the black steel barrel "This is what was left when the mechanical war insects invaded the mainland in the first year of Mengchen... At that time, my grandfather tried to push me away. A big living man turned into a pile of broken blood residue in front of me. You know, in a twinkling of an eye, even the bones were gone!"

"How old were you then?" Bruce asked admiringly.

"Four years old! The first memory of life is this!" old Luke glanced at his white beard and sighed, "no matter how people outside publicize, I can't imagine. Fortunately, I can't live for a few days and don't have to experience the second war... Just the children of this generation, alas, it's worrying!"

As he spoke, he turned and pointed to the pile of garbage two people high behind him: "well, it's all the useless garbage left after the demolition of the capital of Di Guoyuan. What are you looking for? Find it yourself... However, I guess these things are useless to you. I don't think you're ordinary people!"

"Oh?" Bruce was attracted by the old man's keen observation. "Do you know what we're looking for?"

Old Luke smiled confidently, then led a group of people around the tall garbage mountain and went to the back of the garbage dump. There was a broken black tarpaulin. He bent down hard and opened it with a brush, revealing something like a coffin inside. Obviously, after long-distance transportation, it was covered with all kinds of dirty marks, mud and some Black oil.

He stood up proudly and looked at some mysterious visitors in front of him who were stunned by surprise.

Bruce stepped up first, squatted down and looked at the huge metal box carefully. The mud mixed with rain covered its original appearance. Bruce wiped it with his hand to reveal the gray metal below.

He quickly tore off two or three old wires and tape wrapped around the surface of the cabin, then took off his cover and solemnly wiped it at the position that looked like the glass. With the rain, the muddy glass was wiped as new as ever. It was dark inside. He had to take out his flashlight and take it inside

The face of an oriental man with closed eyes is reflected in the light