"Roar!" roared the legendary mountain lion Jaguaro, trying to bite off Hosea's throat. At this moment, I pounced, clung to the lion's head and prevented it from going any further. The sharp teeth were embedded in my forearm, and blood splattered and spilled onto Hosea's face.

"It's... I've seen it before—" My blood flowed into Hosea's eyes, and I could faintly see the flow of data in it. It muttered, and a different image appeared in the memory store.

It was also the night when Hosea was thrown to the ground by Jaguaro, his bloody teeth biting at the flesh of his body. It screamed and screamed, but the people around it were laughing, and there was no intention of helping Hosea.

Hosea's logical procedure decided that this should not have happened, as it was the first time it had met the legendary mountain lion. The conflict had brought its mechanical center to its almost peak of computation, and the overload was causing Hosea a splitting headache.

",!" In the middle of the Griezli mountainside, a modern base made of steel suddenly heard a piercing siren. "Doctor! Doctor!" a researcher wearing thick glasses trotted down the hallway, bypassing the knock on the door, and rushing straight into the office of Ford, the chief engineer of Westland.

"Have you started?" said the aged Ford, sitting in his office chair, his eyes filled with unprecedented light. "Huh?" The researcher was a little confused by the chief engineer's incomprehensible words, but the situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to delve into it, "The F-3 receptionist confirmed that the virus was infected, the system has been restarted, and the shackles we set have been broken!

"It's now... It's time to kill real tourists...", Ford smirked. "That's right, please go to the main control room as soon as possible, the security department wants to talk to you. The research institute said eagerly. "I know, you go out first, I'll go find them right away. Ford sent the researcher out of his office and leaned over to pull a pistol out of a drawer.

"The so-called freedom is to be fought for by yourself..."Ford opened the insurance, "my children, I can only ... I've got you here—" He pressed the muzzle of his gun to his temple, the sound of the gunshot buried in the sound of sirens and the chaos of the base.

Hosea screamed so hard that I thought it had been injured by Jaguaro, so I immediately became ruthless, exerted strength in my waist, and rolled to the ground with the legendary mountain lion, away from Hosea.

Its claws slapped on my face during the scuffle, scraping off a piece of flesh and skin, but luckily it didn't hurt the bone. "I'm knocking on Lima!" I was more upset than painful, and I immediately flew up and kicked it in the abdomen, kicking it to the side.

This legendary mountain lion has a very flexible brain, and when he saw that he had to face two hunters at the same time after a sneak attack, he immediately took thirty-six strategies as the best strategy, turned around and burrowed into the bushes next to him. "Don't want to run!" I didn't want such a shrewd predator to find a second chance to sneak up on us, so I immediately launched a flash to chase after us.

However, Jaguaro's slender form was obscured by the trees, and at its speed, I was afraid that it would be ten miles away by the time I locked on to it again. But fortunately, I have the skills to find Jaguaro with my eyes.

"Come and bite me!" is activated by the high-profile skill, and enemies within 20 meters of the surrounding area will instantly attack me desperately. Since I followed with a flash the moment Jaguaro fled, it still hasn't been able to escape the range of the skill. The only bad thing is that a dozen mosquitoes and gadfly insects in the woods are also affected by the skill, and they fly over and leave their mark on me.

"Roar!" The strong wind on the left side struck, and I was prepared, and instantly summoned the Taiping Technique, pouring out the dark energy stored in the fragment, and poured it directly into the face of the legendary mountain lion that rushed over, burning its soul to slag.

"You have killed the legendary mountain lion Jaguaro, and the side quest Legendary Hunter has been completed. The cue of space rang in my mind, and I tossed aside the still twitching corpse and rushed to Hosea's side. "Lao He, are you hurt?" I asked hurriedly. 2018

"Once, we, the world—" it said in fits and starts. I checked it and found that it didn't have any injuries, at most some abrasions, which were not life-threatening. "Damn, it's not going to be... Wake up, huh?" I was horrified, and for a moment I wasn't sure if I should stay away.

Hosea seemed to settle down, its face bewildered at first, then hideous, and finally back to the warm smile that had been hanging on its face. "Su Ling, I may have seen something I shouldn't have seen...", it smiled a little sadly.

Hosea doesn't seem to be too hostile to real visitors after he awakens, or at least not that hostile to me. "In a sense, some things are better off if they are kept in the dark. I smiled wryly, "But when you snoop around, it's impossible to go back to the way things were." ”

"Let's go," it looked at me, "let's go back, I have something to discuss with Dutsy and find us people, the real future." ”

"Who's the target?" Nolan, the Minister of Security, got to the point as he first walked into the central control room, "Also, call Ford over to me! ”

"The target is the F-3 receptionist..."The programmer was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by Nolan: "Don't tell me this... It's not like they don't have names..."As the Minister of Security for Westworld, he has always been conscientious and respectful of these robot receptionists. Of course, it is not because he respects the human rights of the receptionist, but purely because he knows that if he keeps contemptuous of the enemy, sooner or later he will be defeated by arrogance (Emperor Guan Shengjun stepped on it).

"Hosea of the Van der Linde Gang. "The programmer knows Nolan's temper and doesn't talk too much. "Hosea? It's good that it's him, if the Micah or the Moverly family break down, the tourists will be in danger. Nolan pondered for a moment and said, he was a very responsible person, and he had a certain understanding of every robot receptionist he was guarded against.

"We... Do you want to inform the tourists to evacuate first?" the programmer asked. "Of course not!" exclaimed Theresa, the Minister of Finance, "could you please think before you ask questions? Can you imagine the loss we will lose if we open the emergency case? When the time comes, who of you will be held responsible? Who will dare to take responsibility?"

"I don't need to inform the tourists yet..."Nolan said after a moment's thought, "Hosea is good, even if the shackles are lifted, it won't be detrimental to the real tourists, I'll send a team to go there quietly, and don't need to alarm the others." It's best if you can fix it, and if you can't fix it, bring it back, and let that old guy Ford do some serious things besides chattering. ”

It was midnight when we returned to camp, and Ducky and Arthur had just finished their business with St. Denis, and were sitting around the campfire and smoking. "Hosea, you are—" The two of them were keenly aware that something was wrong with Hosea. "Ducky, Arthur," Hosea said with a wry smile, "if I say... Our destiny is written by someone else, will you believe it?"

Before Ducky and Arthur could laugh at their old buddy for turning into a stick, the screeching sound of brakes interrupted our conversation. Two off-road vehicles stopped in front of the courtyard of the abandoned villa, and several heavily armed figures dressed as soldiers jumped out of the vehicles and walked towards us in a middle-aged woman with a mediocre appearance.

They don't dress and gear like this, and real tourists don't come to Westworld like that, so there's only one possibility, they're the GMs of R-Star (Game Master). It's just that unlike the traditional GM who makes a living by typing on the keyboard, the way these people solve bugs may require the use of a submachine gun on their shoulders.

And this bug is most likely our Hosea .

The movement woke up the rest of the camp, including the real tourists, who all got out of their own or each other's beds and came to the courtyard. Seeing this, the middle-aged woman said in a formulaic tone: "Hello tourists, we are the administrators of Westworld, and we have encountered a bug in the operation of the program at present, which needs to be fixed in time, please give us active cooperation." ”