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Chloe carried the blanket in her arm to the other rooms. It's less like a regular large military airfield and more like an aircraft carrier being dismantled and buried underground: the rooms and corridors have the feel of a metal cabin, and the layout is versatile and efficient, with as few aisles and stairs as possible. Due to the need for three defenses, gates are installed at the end of the cloister, and the number of underground floors and location coordinates are marked on the doors, which is the same as what Koloy saw on the aircraft carrier Neo-Minsk.

The rest rooms for commanders and officers were smaller than expected, just a few. Chloe wanted to go into every room, hoping to find clues to how Meng had lived here. However, it was the innermost door that caught her eye first, which was taller and narrower than the others, and was inlaid with rusty signs that prevented idlers from entering.

With respect and caution, she gently pushed the door open, and it was dark inside. Fingers rubbed against the ashes as he fumbled around the wall, turning on the light, and the bulb in the shock shield above his head flashed twice, barely illuminating the place. The walls of the room are covered with incomprehensible equipment, and in the center is a large table marked with the maintenance, transit and storage depots of the cave, and next to them are scattered pieces of wood of various colors representing airplanes.

It looks like a command post. Most of the Shangtang bases, which are buried underground, really put combat efficiency in place, and the commander's residence is only separated from the command post by a wall.

The front windows were dark.

"There are windows in the underground. ��△ eggplant novel network w'w'w'.-f'q'x-s'w-." Chloe thought it was an interesting design, and she walked over, gently wiped the corner of the blanket, and looked closer, wondering what she could see from under the ground and out the window.

Outside the window is a large basement that extends downward.

The sight in front of her made her a little strange. Stacks of J-6 fighting fighters were neatly placed in the warehouse, their scale-like aluminum and silver skin glowing, like a large school of beautiful fish. This is the first generation of jet fighters produced by the Central 6 in 1958, and it is a decisive aircraft specially used for nuclear attrition operations, with a total output of more than 5ooo aircraft. However, this is almost the first sound fighter, which has long been retired.

The J-6 did not usher in a world war that belonged to them, nor did they fight a glorious battle to the death under any conditions of nuclear war. They are like daredevils who have missed time, slowly abandoning them while waiting.

Chloe looked closely at the massive fleet of planes, as if they had traveled from the other side of time, participating in the war that was supposed to be theirs.

She was a little surprised that the planes had not been consumed so many years after the end of the First Sino-Japanese War. Chloe had heard that before the war, the Central 6 planned to convert these planes into unmanned attack aircraft, but the cost was too high and it was not cost-effective, and advanced fighters and precision-guided bombs had already changed the form of warfare.

Why are there so many J-6s in the Shangtang base, are they left over after the retreat of the Central Big 6, or are they brought by military companies or mercenaries after the war. Fan □ Novel Network w'w'w-.'f'q-x'sw This is a difficult question to answer, at least she has nothing to judge on.

Just as he was about to look away, something strange flickered in the corner of his eye.

"Who!" She couldn't help but snort.

When I looked back at it, there was nothing.

Chloe ignored the dirty windowsill, leaning against the flower-room-like partition, her cheek almost against the glass. Even though there were rumors of ghosts and ghosts in the abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night, the girl did not feel the slightest fear. Whether it's a human or a ghost, as long as she can know more about the striking, she has no fear.

Sadly, nothing.

There was no light in the cave at all, and only the lighting of the officer's rest room barely brightened the corner against the wall.

Could it be a mistake?

Chloe swayed her hips from side to side, changing angles and looking at them a few more times, and the shadow of the humanoid figure was no longer visible. She rubbed her eyes, it seemed that she would have to wait for the store manager Wan to come back tomorrow and then ask him to take her to check.

The fluorescent tube flickered a few more times, and she looked up, then put the blanket she had brought from the kit on the chair and turned to sit down. Fatigued by a brief moment of excitement and disappointment, Chloe lazily leaned back in her chair and stared out the window blankly, but there was nothing. Tomato Fiction Network w-w-w'.-f'qxsw

I wish I could have a hot cup of coffee here.

She casually opened the filing cabinet next to her, pulled out a few boxes of essays from it and rummaged through them. Chloe thought to herself that since Store Manager Wan had specially invited herself to inspect it, this kindness should not be disappointed. So, the guilt of casually looking through other people's notebooks vanished.

The yellowed hinges are mostly dry, handwritten records, intersected with cumbersome information about the replacement of spare parts. Chloe flipped through for a moment, and instinctively told her that these were probably not of much value.

Chloe replaced it, the cover was torn off, and the inside was all blank pages.

Anyway, it's a book that no one wants.。 She pulled a pen from her shirt and circled the scattered pieces of paper to organize her thoughts. With a pen in his hand, he made a mark that only he could understand.

What are you doing and what are your goals.

Chloe is very sure of these questions and is unwavering.

Although the current situation has reached an incredible level.

Chloe recalls the devastation of the former U.S. 6. If she hadn't been there, she wouldn't have believed it at all. The Whooping Ghost has become something that is natural, more common sense. Combining Xinti's information with the information she has gathered, it is not difficult to understand the situation of the former United States: the president of the Pan American Entente, Tronpu, has become a prisoner, and the legendary counterattack of the head wolf Bill is also a household name. It seems that all the qiē is settled, but the player in the game will never be able to see the chessboard. In fact, in the process of historical evolution, individuals cannot perceive their own historical role. As a result of the entire ex-U.S. incident, the U.S. has moved from chaos to even more chaos, and there seems to be no qualitative change in the political situation. However, Koloi can realize that the ultimate beneficiary is undoubtedly the Hundred Days Ghost, a machine controlled by the program.

She didn't know exactly how the Centuans used to influence people's decisions, but it did know humans. The Hundred Days Ghost is fully aware of Tronpu's obsession with power, and Tronpu also invited Meng Zheng to the former United States University 6 under the erosion of power desire; The whooping ghost knew that the head wolf Bill wanted to be on the table, and Bill also gave up the prototype of the scalp terminal to Wang Xiangzhu at that time. I'm afraid that these two hostile people don't know that they are helping the Hundred Day Ghost every step of the way.

However, the Hundred Day Ghost is not a human after all, it has no hands, feet, mouth and nose, and even if it can control humans, it needs to find an agent in the human world. Chloe had no way of knowing who this agent was, but she knew that this person must be there, or even more than one person, and Miss Wang of Shishi Military Company might be one of them. The newly appointed executive officer Xi and his actions are probably also under the control of the Hundred Days Ghost - Miss Wang has obtained a new body and origin soul for the Hundred Days Ghost.

The brand-new body was undoubtedly the mass-produced whooping ghost body she had intercepted from the head wolf Bill's escort fleet; As for the Origin Soul......

At this point, Chloe bit her lip at once: at that time, she was only one step away from being struck. It's all Kara-Utgrin to blame for this qiē, and it must have been Kara who brought the Meng Strike to Miss Wang.

"Don't think about it yet," Chloe shook her head, "I can catch him, I always have." ”

Whooping ghosts, in front of the United States, finally got his wish. Its evolution is incomprehensible to ordinary people, neither a software upgrade to fill a loophole, nor an expansion of weapons and an increase in destructive power. The evolution of the whooping ghost is a step in the hierarchy - it goes beyond what humans have designed for it. The Centurion no longer needs weapons like shaped lasers, railguns, or nuclear bombs, and to be exact, it probably disdains human weapons. The catastrophe on the former East Coast of the United States was neither swept by a high-powered shaped laser nor a nuclear explosion, but a heavenly punishment.

Chloe saw the Centoulier rise into the sky and trigger a giant tornado that she had never seen in her life, and the clouds fell like the Milky Way. Indescribable and incalculable, the giant storms continued to multiply, one after the other, joining together to form a giant wall of grinding flesh, slowly panning, tearing everything in their path to pieces. Even the reinforced concrete buildings and even the anti-aircraft bunkers were destroyed.

The Hundred Day Ghost hovered in the air, silently watching this qiē. It no longer needs human weapons, it can be at a higher level, looking down on the laws of everything in the world. The Whooping Ghost knows where the weaknesses of humanity and humanity are, so they can act against key figures to achieve an impact on the macro-historical process; It has evolved to even compute the nodes of nature and physics. It has reached the point where it can manipulate the weather at the appropriate frequency of the key points.

Such a terrifying giant tornado storm is definitely not a natural phenomenon, and it cannot be God's handiwork. It was made by the Hundred Sun Oni, and it even became some kind of god standing above this world.

Chloe inadvertently used the word "god" to describe the monster, and she immediately began to feel uneasy.

She knew what the word God meant, and there was only one God. But she really saw another kind of god in Maemei, the giant humanoid shadow cast by the Hundred Sun Oni in the sky.

The figure obscured the sky, but it neither punched nor roared. Koloe could feel the message of the Centouliers. She silently wrote on the paper: "God created man in his own image, and the ghost of the hundred days became God in the image of man." ”

Before she knew it, the various circles and abbreviations that Koloe had drawn had taken up more than a dozen pages.

She casually flipped another page, trying to sort out her thoughts. But when her fingers rubbed the footer and her forearm turned to the next page, Chloe froze. The next page is not blank, but printed with a thin line of small print. Chloe looked closer, and she was not printed, but handwritten with a ballpoint pen. The ink was almost brittle, as thick as the dust of the page, and it had been written a long time ago. The reason why it is mistaken for machine qì printing is because these words are unusually neat and upright, just like the machine qì printed.

Koloy carefully recognized the tiny characters, written in Chinese: "The appearance of God's face." ”

It seems to be a sentence that doesn't make sense.

There is also a text on the next page that reads, "What is God like?" ”

Next page: "What am I like?" ”

Then Chloe did not dare to turn to the next page. Through the translucent paper, Chloe could roughly tell that the next page was a human face.