The next morning, as if nothing had happened, I got up and exercised as usual.

On the grass at the edge of the forest, do handstand push-ups.

After fifty consecutive hours, a large amount of sweat seeped from the cheeks up into the corners of the eyes, and the salt irritated the eyeballs to bring a rustling sensation. The sweat continues to merge upwards with the sweat on the top of the head, eventually condensing into droplets that hang from the ends of the hair. When the arm of the handstand support is straightened, the vibration causes dozens of drops of sweat to fall in unison, wetting a small patch of grass overhead.

The veins on Wang Hu's arms bulged, and his muscles trembled slightly, as if he was approaching the limit.

At this moment, suddenly a police car turned into the forest and stopped in front of the hut.

Wang Hu exhaled, white as a dragon and snake.

The body sank slightly, and the hands that were originally suspended on the grass pressed the solid grass, and continued to do handstand push-ups without stopping. But compared to just now, it is much easier to see.

"Say! Isn't it you! The young policeman Hansen slammed the door and got out of the car, pressed the handle of the gun with his hand, and stood in front of the upside-down Wang Hu and asked fiercely.

"What is me?" Wang Hu said intently exercising.

"Old Becker's death, did you do it!"

"Who is Old Becker? Can you make things clear once and for all? ”

Hansen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. "Becker was my partner, the respectable old cop with whom I investigated the shooting yesterday. I know he threatened you at the time, and he had an accident half a day later, and I want to know if this has anything to do with you! ”

"No, I didn't go out all day yesterday, and it has nothing to do with me. And something happened to him, why did you come to ask me? Wang Hu said slowly, and his breath returned to stability.

If you listen with your eyes closed, you won't even believe that the person is doing a handstand support.

Hansen choked up on the rhetorical question, and roared back menacingly, "Shut up, now I'm asking you, you just need to answer my question!" "The young policeman is fierce and inward-looking.

"Listen, boy." Wang Hu stopped the handstand support, and one turned over and stood in front of the young policeman.

The height is a head taller than the opponent, and the body size is even more oppressive, which frightened Hansen by half a step back, and his hand involuntarily clenched the gun handle.

"I don't know what happened to him, and I don't care. But I know that as far as his words yesterday are concerned, there has been racial discrimination. You were serving the community at the time, and in principle I would have backed down and taken the initiative to cooperate with your work, but that is not a reason for you to do anything! ”

"Yesterday I said everything I knew. I'm an immigrant, but I'm also a member of the Federal Truckers Union! If you have to ask again, I'll have a lawyer from the union come and talk to you about your racial discrimination. ”

"Unions?"

"The Rackford Truckers Union, I've been driving trucks for eight years, and I'm a full member."

"Fake", hearing the truckers' union, Hansen said a dirty word in his heart, realizing for the first time that he shouldn't have come.

The Truckers' Union is a fairly united group that can influence a portion of the vote. In particular, after realizing their strengths, the union has repeatedly spoken out and even caused trouble during the general election campaign – both for welfare and to show its presence.

Today, the trucking union has become a high-profile blue-collar representative.

There are only two things that must be taken seriously in the country – and that is the ballot and the strike (taxes are life).

The ballot is power, and the strike is a show of power.

No matter how low the floor is, as long as there are votes, there will be politicians to support it, and it will be better if there is money – and the truckers' union is such an organization. With high income, many dissatisfactions, and concentrated votes, it can be called a fighter among blue-collar workers.

When it came to the union, Hansen knew immediately that he couldn't afford to provoke it. In fact, if Becker Sr. knew that he was a member of the trade union, including Congressman Stephanie Timothy behind him, he would not have chosen Wang Hu as the breakthrough.

Hansen didn't mean to do justice for the old cop today, and he didn't really suspect Wang Hu, who looked like a muscular, simple-minded type, not at all like someone who could devise an ingenious locked room murder case. In his opinion, if Wang Hu wanted to kill Old Becker, the most likely way to do it was to drag him into the woods and strangle him directly, and then go to a bar to get drunk.

But he had to come again, because old Becker was his partner.

There may be some people who don't understand the culture of Western police partners - in their values, the so-called ability, law-abiding, jealousy and hatred, etc., are not necessary factors to become partners.

Partners should have shared dirty money, visited strip clubs, drank beer and watched football, and covered each other up, so that they can be considered qualified partners.

It's a gang, good things and bad things are borne together, one person dies and the other is obliged to take revenge, and it has nothing to do with justice.

The fact that the elder Becker was to blame for his death has been agreed upon in the police department. But everyone can think so, but Hansen can't, because it's not enough "partner".

So for the death of old Becker, he had to make a look of "I'm sad and want to find someone to vent".

If he didn't do it, he wouldn't be able to get his footing, and when he did, he found that he had kicked him on the iron plate......

"I'll be staring at you!" Hansen finally shook off his words and hurried away.

[Bluff, he won't come again.] 】

The system sees through the reality of the little policeman, Wang Hu nodded in agreement, which is obvious.

"All I know is that he's delaying my training time."

Facing the rising sun, he turned upside down, and between one breath and one inhale, a thin layer of light gushed out from the inside out of his body again. Cover the surface of the body, support the body and rise a few millimeters, suspended above the tip of the grass.

The muscles of the body are stretched, and they return to that state of being like a thousand pounds.

This is a method for exercising source energy in the army, combining ancient and modern, using both Chinese and Western, and the effect is ...... So so.

……

A few blocks away, the police car driven by a worried Hansen was stopped by a black Audi.

Two men in black stood in front of him, and a copy of his ID was opened against his face.

"Constitutional Bureau, we want to know what you told him, Officer Hansen."

*****

"The police are coming to trouble you again?" Zhang Xue, who came to the forest hut by bicycle, happened to pass by the police car.

"You're the one who is making trouble for me!" Looking at the tip of the lady's shoe in front of him, Wang Hu had to sink to the ground again, and said angrily. "Nothing, just a follow-up to the investigation the day before yesterday. The old policeman seemed to have something going on and asked him routinely...... Why are you here again? ”

Zhang Xue immediately opened her eyes, are you not welcome to come?

Looking at Zhang Xue's expression, he suddenly merged with Li Qingqiu's angry appearance.

The synthesizer is blessed with a spiritual heart, and suddenly knows what to do......

"Welcome to the cabin, I just thought you had returned home."

Wang Hu said against his will, very speechless in his heart.

When the host Tateina showed him the possibility of prolonging his life, Wang Hu's desire to survive was stronger than ever.

People are like this, when life comes to an end, there is no difference between one or two more days and one or two less, it is nothing more than eating and waiting for death. But once you know that there is a way to continue life, the desire to survive written in your genes will explode and burst out with unparalleled enthusiasm!

There is a "future" and there is no "future", people are different.

Synths are no exception!

However, after seeing the light of day in despair, normal people will become excited, radical, and even desperate; But Wang Hu is a synthetic human, and he relies on strong reason to suppress all impulses. He understands that the most important thing at the moment is to first carry out the dual training of physical and abnormal abilities step by step to restore combat effectiveness.

To win the life of a tool man, you must first become a qualified tool man.

But when exercising, his high-speed brain still can't help but plan for the "future" of life, which is human instinct.

It's just that the computing power of the synthesizer is too powerful, and Wang Hu planned it very carefully...... I even thought about what kind of wallpaper would be used for the future renovation of the cottage.

And the orders are already on the way.

From preparing for tasks, performing tasks, to planning your life, the schedule is packed.

At this time, I hate the "accident factor" the most!

And Zhang Xue is chaotic and neurotic...... It looks like a powerful "accident factor".