"Mr. Mickey Ling, we are on order to act. Please cooperate." The man in black said politely to Mickey Ling who walked out of the cabin.

It seems that Mickey Ling is going to search.

Mickey turned around and put his hands on the roof of the car, allowing the man in black to search.

The man in black touched Mickey Ling's pocket and waist with his hands, and in the process he hid a small movement: a very tiny object like a hidden button was buckled on Mickey Ling's collar.

Obviously, body searching is just a cover.

"You can go home." The man in black finished searching and said to Mickey Ling.

"I'll just say that you're a waste of this." Mickey Ling said disdainfully.

After saying that, he returned to the car, and this time, he was going to drive the car home in person.

The pleasure generated by mechanical control is actually no less than indulging in virtual games, but in the 2070 world, many people have taken the initiative to give up the driving skill.

The reason why Mickey Ling is still using this skill and experiences pleasure from it is only that he is indeed a minority.

According to the essence of technology's pursuit of efficiency, retaining the self-driving function for a few people is obviously not in line with the logic of efficiency first. Therefore, don't think that this is the 2070 world meeting the human needs. The reason why the self-driving function is retained is that there are certain variables in the urban transportation system.

It's like if there are sardines in a bathtub, the entire fish will become active.

Self-driving is equivalent to the "sardines" in the urban transportation system. It is very small in number, but it is effective enough.

Because the driving trajectory of self-driving is obviously different from the driving trajectory of unmanned driving, this can make the data calculation in the entire urban transportation system more accurate and efficient.

It’s like the more you use your brain, the more you become, it’s the same truth.

The short journey back made Mickey very happy. His fingers holding the steering wheel were still striking the beat unconsciously.

Soon, he arrived at the basement, parked the car, and entered the elevator.

When he walked into the house, Midou and his mother were actually waiting for him in the outside room.

The moment he saw Midou, Mickey Ling was so happy that it could be seen from the mist covered in his flashing eyes that he was only a little bit away from crying with joy.

But he habitually controlled his emotions, and his voice trembled slightly, "When did you come back? Is it okay?"

"Dad, I'm fine..." Midou walked over and grabbed Mickey Ling's hand. He felt that his father looked very handsome in this tuxedo. "Dad, what are you doing?"

The father and son both have curious questions to ask, but the answers are hard to describe.

Just like Midou, Mickey Ling grasped the point and answered in only three words: "Keep confidential."

"Dad..." Midou was a little reluctant and shook her father's hand.

"Stop making trouble, just come back." Mom stood up to smooth things over at this time, "Everyone hurry up and take a shower and go to bed, there is still something going on tomorrow."

Mickey took off his tuxedo and hung it on the hanger. It was too late to iron it and collect it, so I had to wait for tomorrow.

"Don't worry, I want to chat with Midou for a while," Mickeyling said, looking at Midou, and then said, "Right, son."

"Yes!" Midou jumped up. He really had a lot of things to tell his father.

"What's the big night to talk about..." Seeing that the two of them were so excited, their mother was not inconvenient to stop them. They could only say a few words of complaint to prove that their status in this family is still prominent.
Chapter completed!