The conversation was divided into two parts. While Jiang Xia asked Liu Laosi to take him to deal with the "debt" problem, Pit No. 7 of Fengshan Mine under the night was still silent.

There must be no miners coming to mine at night. This remote countryside is in the mountains and the territory of Ruyifang. There are no thiefs who dare to work here.

So there is no guard in the mine, so naturally no one knows what is happening at the bottom of the mine.

Jasmine leaned against the cold stone wall, napping.

Under her messy hair and on her face and eyes, she still carried her worn goggles. This thing was the only souvenir left to her by her parents who had never met.

She has been with her since she was taken into the orphanage under the Immortal Society.

The style is very old and does not have much functionality.

I heard from a knowledgeable tutor once chatted that Jasmine's goggles were a product before the nuclear war and were a very popular decoration at that time.

Jasmine knew that the nuclear war was the one that ruined the world.

But she didn't understand what popularity meant. She wanted to ask, but the instructor had a bad temper. I heard that it hurt his brain while doing an experiment.

The last second was a pleasant look.

You will be furious in the next second.

She was not lucky. After receiving the "training" of basic mechanical knowledge, she was assigned to be an assistant under her mentor. She had just encountered what she had happened today after just two months after she officially "goed to work".

The tutor is dead.

Just died in front of him, the helmet that symbolized identity exploded with his head, and the warm blood made Jasmine feel it as long as she closed her eyes.

Her body trembled for a moment, opened her eyes again, and her sleepiness was dispelled by the memories in her mind. She reached out and touched her cheeks, as if blood was still there.

But it has actually been washed away.

It is an unacceptable luxury to wash your face with the purified water from the kettle you carry with you.

Water is the most precious resource.

But now, there is no need to worry about this.

Jasmine turned her head and looked at the four jars placed beside her, filled with clear water, which was real clear water, which she had never seen before and was not contaminated.

That was a taste she had never experienced since she was a child.

The girl's throat moved, then picked up the jar, put it beside her mouth, and took another sip. She used the girl's unique delicate perception to feel the cold water, flowing through her throat, nourishing her mouth.

No taste.

There is no sweet and greasy smell, no rust smell.

But it's delicious.

It is a hundred times better than the purified water you bring.

"A can of clean water like this can be exchanged for many things in Free Citizen City."

In Jasmine's little head, she thought that if she handed it over to the military commander of the Immortal Society, would she probably get her own machine tool?

At least you can upgrade your identity to level three, right?

Maybe I can get a small research project led by myself.

What a luxury, Jasmine!

These resources should be used in better places to give yourself a better tomorrow!

She scolded herself in her heart, but she did not stop drinking water. She raised her head and drank the can of water cleanly, just like she was addicted.

"Furo"

Finally, she let out a comfortable moan.

He reached out and rubbed his stomach, and even heard the stomach sac clanging. He drank too much. The girl put down the jar, stood up, and moved her body.

Under the goggles, the brown eyes looked at the quiet mine curiously.

The brain chip connects the prosthetic body of Jasmine's eyes. As the pupil of the left eye shimmers slightly, information waves constantly scan the surrounding environment, summing them into Jasmine's mind in a data-based form.

Temperature is 24.5°.

Moderate humidity.

No wind.

There is slight dust pollution, but it does not affect the respiratory system.

No magnetic field interference.

The most important thing is that there is no radiation in the air!

Geiger number 0!

Not at all.

Pure and incredible.

She stretched out her hand and stuck it to the stone wall. Through this contact method, she changed the chip's scanning method to microwaves, extending the prosthesis of the palm, and waves from special frequency bands were transmitted into the rocks.

A few seconds later, the mountain structure of a nearby 100 meters was also analyzed by Jasmine.

Unfortunately, she used the lowest-level brain chip of the Immortal Society, which had poor functions. Because she was not a combatant, the chip had no expansion slots, so naturally she was not used for the fire control system.

“It’s too quiet.”

Jasmine rubbed her head and said in the language on the wasteland.

What she said about quiet does not mean that there is no noise in the environment, but that it refers to a deeper expression, without radiation or interference, and the operation of the brain chip has entered a perfect state.

There was no noise in my mind, and there was no such weirdness. She had been hearing the electric current sounds she had been accustomed to since she was a child.

That sound is annoying.

As long as you move in the wasteland, the sound will always echo in your mind and cannot be blocked.

Many people are driven crazy by it.

Jasmine once suspected that the reason why her mentor was so irritable was probably because she had been driven crazy by the noise in her head for years, but now, there is no more.

The sound of distraction in his mind made Jasmine feel a little uncomfortable.

It's too quiet here.

The silence made her a little panicked, and she could even hear her heartbeat without even needing to use the sensation to sense it, echoing bit by bit in this dark mine.

And abdomen.

She touched her flat abdomen and felt mixed feelings.

She already understood this time.

That bad guy is not a wasteland person at all. Naturally, he doesn't have a brain chip, and it's even more impossible to control the bomb and explode in his own abdomen through the chip.

That person is lying to her!

I was fooled. In fact, at the beginning, when the man didn't use chip frequency bands to communicate with her, Jasmine should have understood.

But the disaster that happened made her very nervous and she lost her sense of responsibility for a while.

After all, she is just a fourteen-year-old apprentice who just joined the Immortal Society. She has never experienced a decent battle, nor has she been infused with combat knowledge in the learner.

The life plan that Eternal Life will give her exists as an auxiliary person.

To put it bluntly, she is a moving gear on the machine tool.

No one needs her to think, and no one needs her to study. She just needs to do her own thing according to the knowledge in her mind.

think...

This is a very luxurious thing in the Immortal Society system.

Jasmine pulled her thoughts back to reality, and this kind of time-wasting dream was not allowed in the past.

As an apprentice, her schedule is full of arrangements.

But occasionally dazed, it was a good experience.

Jasmine thought so.

She had just taken advantage of Jiang Xia's departure and had already used the instruments in the toolbox to do a simple check on herself, and there was no bomb in her stomach.

No worries about life.

But she didn't know what to do now.

She turned her head and looked at Su who was lying aside with her prosthetic body removed from her hands. The wounds of the wasteland warrior who came from the same place but belonged to different camps had begun to heal.

Black Hands is worthy of being a master specializing in biotechnology. Their callus effect of polymer therapy fluid is much better than the Yongshenghui standard treatment fluid.

And the Immortal Church's style of conduct is also very rough.

If Jasmine suffered such injuries, her instructor would never waste time waiting for the wound to heal naturally. He would directly replace Jasmine with a prosthetic body in her lungs.

The Immortal Society is a study of machinery and these prosthetics, and they are real experts.

Although she would complain in her heart that the tutor assigned her various tedious work, no one assigned her job at this time, and Jasmine quickly felt bored.
To be continued...