But that was a year ago.

Perhaps, he might have left this fucking world now.

Also, we don’t want to escape.”

The second leader of the Black Hand Association said to Jiang Xia very seriously:

"We just want to use the star array to build a base in other worlds, rest and accumulate strength. We never want to escape, we will come back.

The blood of those companions was flowing here, and my grandfather's body was still thrown in Free Citizen City, and the blood feud between the two sides had not been cleared.

On this wasteland, you can never repay kindness, and you can never repay grudges!"

"I am ambitious! I'm starting to like you, come on."

Jiang Xia stretched out his thumb and gestured to Roger.

The surrounding sand and dust seemed to have been reduced a little, and the visibility became better. With the goggles with telescope function, he could vaguely see a building looming around the dust.

That should be the destination.

"Tell me about these robots."

Jiang Xia said:

"Their weaknesses, their detection range, and your action plan."

"This oasis is the center of the desert, and the power of the Immortal Society cannot spread here. The nearest robot factory is more than 100 kilometers away.

All the nearby signal towers have been destroyed by us, information transmission has been cut off, and Free Citizen City is just a small city-state with limited resources.

If they want to do research, they can't come up with devastating power to attack the oasis."

Roger said:

"Sending a few old and rigid hunter robots is already the limit. This robot has strong firepower and heavy armor. It is the first generation of combat robots of the Immortal Society.

But its programs have long been out of date and the fire control system is also very backward.

The search program only relies on optical, infrared modules, and frequency band search and positioning for brain wave chips.

It cannot load remote command modules, and its free action range is up to twenty kilometers. It can only act according to established commands and issue commands with a set of rigid permissions.

So there must be manipulators in the oasis.

We are building a base camp in Oasis and set up a defensive turret with the resources brought from the city. All you have to do is to sneak in, kill the operator, and restart the turret program when we attract the firepower of the hunter.

The oasis is that big, so it's very simple to live."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite purple circuit board from the motorcycle's locker and handed it to Jiang Xia, saying:

"On the turret control table, replace this circuit board and I can take over the defense through the brainwave chip."

"The chip is really convenient."

Jiang Xia took the circuit board and looked at Roger's ear above. There was a miniature blue indicator light. It was not just Roger, but other soldiers of the Black Hand Association had the same location and the same device.

This is the standard for the wasteland people.

Inserting the chip in the brain is equivalent to bringing a portable computer, which can adjust the bioelectricity in the body through the synchrony of the essay to isolate the weak radiation.

It can also use chips as a channel to build communications in small teams.

I heard from Roger that in every city-state, there are large parallel thinking systems that can build virtual reality space in your mind.

The minds of tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, interact with each other.

It is both an individual and a whole. On the cruel and devastated real world, data is used to build a perfect "new world".

very good.

There is already a punk flavor in the future.

But this thing is not all good.

From the current dilemma of the Black Hand Association, it can be seen that they have chips and constantly send out information waves, which has become the hallmark for robot killers to lock them.

The brain wave chip cannot stop operating except when it dies.

This led to these fugitives being like fireflies in the dark, and they could not hide themselves well.

They need Jiang Xia, a pure outsider, to help them regain their oasis. In this case, Jiang Xia's existence is irreplaceable, so the two sides can cooperate so smoothly.

The Black Hand Club all survived the pursuit.

It is likely that it is not that kind of silly sweet. Jiang Xia is basically sure that when everything is settled, the cooperation between the two sides will likely come to an abrupt end.

He sat in the car, looking at the oasis getting closer and closer, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his heart.

In this situation, it is undoubtedly stupid to place the hope of surviving the last one on the ethics and morals of these wasteland warriors.

They have something to ask for.

But without the premise of trust between the two parties, this need is likely to be transformed into something terrible.
Chapter completed!