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"Stay here, wait until the outside is completely controlled, you go directly to the hotel, it is safe there, and what to do later depends on the specific situation."

"What about you?" Pan Luyao asked with some panic.

"I have something to go out, you don't have to wait for me, just go to the hotel to meet later." Chen Peng looked at Natalia on the side, "Please take care of them." After finishing speaking, he turned around and rushed out of the store, completely leaving behind what Pan Luyao wanted to say.

Leaving the store, Chen Peng walked briskly along the street, quickly bypassed a corner, stood still and observed the store behind the meeting, and found that the women did not follow out without knowing the severity, so he nodded approvingly, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, opened it, and suddenly a map appeared, and followed a moving red dot above to switch directions.

This is the tracker that Chen Peng installed on his portable workstation, and with the electronic map of Moscow, it can be reliably tracked to its location within a certain distance, which is one of the backhands he has left for himself.

This portable workstation, which is not much different from an ultra-thin laptop, is Chen Peng's temporary home for the AIs he is going to take away, and he usually carries it with him, but just in case, he still has some backup means set up in it, so as not to have a situation. In the face of the explosion before, because he was responsible for opening the road and guiding the escape, it was very inconvenient to hold the computer in his hand, so he temporarily handed it over to Pan Luyao to hold, and then because he had focused his energy on avoiding the panicked crowd and the explosion that might occur next, he didn't notice that Pan Luyao had inadvertently lost the computer - in fact, Pan Luyao, who had been dizzy by the sudden explosion and chaos, didn't know when it was lost. It wasn't until everyone began to return to normal afterwards that they noticed it.

For this, Chen Peng can't blame her or anything. This kind of chaos is indeed a little difficult for an ordinary girl who has lived and grown up in peacetime, and it is understandable that such an accident occurred in a panic - although he will definitely be a little unhappy, but there is no need to show this emotion.

In addition, the importance of this computer to him is indeed very important, after all, the AI in it can be regarded as one of his most important resources now, but it is impossible to say that it is important. That must be fake, now that he can create these AIs, he can create more, it's just a matter of time and energy, but if it leaks to the outside world, it will also cause him a lot of trouble.

Of course. He was prepared for this kind of consequence, as long as he sent a message to the computer, those AIs would naturally eliminate themselves automatically, leaving no traces, and the remaining computer was just an electronic item worth tens of thousands of yuan. to avoid possible leaks.

However, this method is the last measure he will take, after all, it is also a bit troublesome to get a new batch of AI, and it is better not to lose or not to lose, and now he is making some final efforts for this.

Now looking at the tracker representing the speed of the computer, it is clear that the computer must have been picked up by someone else, and it is likely that it is in some kind of vehicle and started to move away from here quickly.

Chen Peng thought for a moment and looked around at the surrounding environment as fast as he could. See what he can put to good use.

Soon, his gaze stopped on the pigeons in the square, which were also frightened, but had now begun to be quiet and resting on the eaves or branches.

……

The site of the first bomb explosion was the finish line of the marathon. Also in front of the main entrance of the Kremlin.

Compared to the outer blast area, there was still some chaos here, people were running, crying and screaming everywhere, ambulances, police cars and even army armored vehicles were arriving one after another, and all kinds of warning lights flashed and whined, as if it was the end of the world.

As a matter of fact. The frightened people also thought so, and the hosts, reporters or photographers who were supposed to cover the marathon immediately realized the value of the news when they regained their normal thinking skills. I started interviewing people at any opportunity, and then I heard the voices of the people on the other side of the TV or computer that was the information terminal.

"God forbid. It's like the end of the world, I don't even know if I'll survive......"

"The explosion was so sudden, all of a sudden a group of people were blown up, and I fell to the ground, but fortunately the Almighty Lord blessed me."

……

"This gentleman...... Wait......"

The young and beautiful hostess let go of the last interviewee, looked around, and soon noticed a stout bald man nearby, relying on the news sensitivity she had cultivated over the years, and suddenly felt that this guy who didn't look like a good kind must have good news value, so she trotted over and stopped the other party.

"I am ......"

Seeing the bald man stop, the hostess hurriedly introduced herself routinely, ready to ask her questions. But when the bald man turned to look at her, the only thing she noticed was the cold gaze of a Siberian winter and the pressure of a large predator coming face to face, and then she couldn't say anything.

The bald man glanced at the hostess, his expression did not fluctuate, and then he turned back and continued to walk in the direction he had been going.

After a while, the hostess came back to her senses at the shouts of the photographer who came up, and then involuntarily shivered.

"You missed it!" The photographer looked at the hostess with a regretful expression.

"Hell!" The hostess scolded in a low voice, and at this time, a smell of gunsmoke that had not yet dissipated wafted over, making her can't help but sneeze. "Peter, pinch this one."

"No problem, as you wish." The photographer shrugged.

The hostess quickly sorted out her demeanor and began to look around for the next suitable interviewee, but in her mind, what lingered was the conspicuous black number on the back of the bald man's sleek head - "47".

……

Passing through the noisy Red Square,47 he walked all the way to a remote corner of the Kremlin, where a statue of a bronze horseman was already sitting on a bench with a black tuxedo, holding bird food and feeding the birds around him.

"How's it going?" 47 walked over and asked directly.

"My buddies have followed, and they can't escape." The old man replied without raising his head, his hand still steadily distributing bird food, and the rhythm did not change at all, "It's up to you next." ”

"Need a mouthful?" 47 spoke very plainly, as if he were talking about everyday things such as eating and sleeping.

"There's no need." The old man's reply was equally bland, "Elia will take you." ”

As soon as the old man's words fell, a black bird in front of him that was burying its head for food immediately raised its head, its blood-red eyes looked at 47, and a terrible strange cry came out of its mouth, which was a raven with a body length of more than half a meter.

47 and the raven looked at each other for a moment, and without saying anything more, he turned and prepared to leave.

"By the way, you may meet an interesting little guy this time, don't do anything to him, just come back and tell me what you see, and don't let him get hurt if you stop by." The old man raised his head, looked at the back of 47, and added, and the raven named Elia also screamed and flapped its wings.

Hearing this, 47's figure paused almost imperceptibly, and then immediately resumed its original rhythm and continued to move forward.

And not far in the direction of his head, a helicopter was slowly descending with a loud noise.

……

"Crows?"

Chen Peng, who shared vision with a pigeon that had just established an animal partnership, saw a very strange crow fly in front of him, and circled the pigeon several times before flying away. This peculiar behavior made him wonder for a moment, but it didn't last long, and he quickly left it behind, still controlling his animal companion in the direction of the computer's movement.

Now he was sitting in the front seat of a taxi, with a stack of money plus a map and a target on his phone, although he didn't speak Russian, it was enough for him to make the driver understand what he meant, and to take him closer to the computer, while he himself shared his vision with the pigeon to find the person or people who had taken his computer in another way.

The sky changed very quickly, as if with the disappearance of the sun, the temperature suddenly became cold, and the breath of pedestrians on the street had just exited, and it condensed into a cloud of white mist, the old just dispersed, and the new came out again.

Chen Peng turned his head to look at the sky, the sky was gloomy, and the heavy dark clouds had obscured the sky at some point, and after a while, the scattered prismatic crystals began to fall slowly.

It's snowing.

At this time, the taxi driver said something to Chen Peng, Chen Peng didn't understand, but he could clearly feel that the speed seemed to be slower, so he took out a stack of rubles from his arms again and put it heavily in front of the driver, and suddenly, the speed of the car became faster again.

The neon lights on the side of the road flashed in front of him, and the scene of the street slowly changed from bustle to quiet, obviously the taxi was leaving the central area and heading towards the outskirts of the city, which made Chen Peng begin to consider whether to give up and directly send out a message of AI self-destruction.

However, when Chen Peng began to think about this idea, the red dot on the mobile phone suddenly stopped, and as the taxi advanced, the light dot representing both sides was rapidly approaching.

Seeing this situation, the previous idea of giving up was temporarily put aside by Chen Peng. (To be continued)