Zhou Zhen pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger continuously until his fingers hurt, the barrel turned red, and the black plastic box with chips, wires, and small horns turned into a pile of fragments.

He didn't know which was faster, whether he could shoot faster or the speed at which the AI remotely controlled ricin, but he didn't feel any discomfort now, only the pleasure of destroying the devil's clone.

The image of the man disappeared, the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered, and Zhou Zhen avoided the light and looked downstairs.

The patrol members held their rifles and looked suspiciously through the barbed wire, and the muzzles of the three heavy machine guns were reversed, raised high to the top of the surveillance tower, and the security quarters in the distance were in an uproar, and the lights gradually turned on.

Next, it is time to execute the plan, Zhou Zhen took out the voice recorder, said a paragraph at a very fast speed, and then quickly pressed the stop recording button, and the black and white screen of the voice recorder displayed: The recording duration is seven minutes and ten seconds.

He silently calculated, there was just enough time.

...

Zhou Zhen found the input cable of the power amplifier behind the iron table, inserted it into the output hole of the voice recorder, he wrote down the current hour, set the playback order and interval, and then pressed the play button.

"In 1857, Indian soldiers rose up against the British colonists, but peasants, craftsmen, and disenfranchised feudal princes also took part in the uprising, which swept through northern and central India..."

Loudspeakers shook the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the story of the Great Indian Revolt echoed over the plantations.

Cheng Xu's recitation was correct and round, and he did a good job of modulating the tone and frustration, but Zhou Zhen had no intention of appreciating it at this time, he walked quickly to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down.

It's done!

The patrol stopped, the barrels of the heavy machine guns hung low, and the soldiers looked sluggish, and then held their heads in pain, and the symptoms were exactly the same as Zhong Xiaoguang and Solomon, who had been sitting by the stream a few days ago.

Whole nutritious foods, antimatter drugs, memory locks, what terrible mind control it is.

Zhou Zhen had no joy in his heart to succeed, only felt as cold as falling into an ice cave.

While calculating the time, he walked to the old-fashioned computer, turned on the searchlight control program, and made the light flash on and off three times, which was the action signal agreed between him and Lieutenant Colonel Dong and Jia Fuxing.

Then, he took Jiang Xuanyuan's notebook from the box in the corner, gathered away the fragments of the projection equipment, took a piece of clothing, and tied these things into a bag and tied them around his waist.

After checking his belongings, Zhou Zhi activated the phantom system and jumped off the tower.

Arriving at the door of the grain warehouse, he knocked out a dozen or so guards who had lost their combat strength, took off his watch from the wrist of the security chief, looked at the time, and counted from the time the recording began to play, a total of three minutes and fifteen seconds.

Zhou Zhen raised his gun to shoot down the lock of the warehouse door, turned to look at the gate of the plantation, a kilometer away, and the carriage should take about three minutes when it was moving at full speed.

He waited anxiously for the carriage, his gaze moving back and forth between his watch and the gate.

It took another half a minute for the carriage to finally speed into the gate, and the figure of Lieutenant Colonel Dong jumped off the carriage, rolled on the ground a few times, stood up, and ran at full speed to the stables on the side of the gate.

Zhou Zhen let out a sigh of relief and ran towards the film warehouse stealthily.

...

The plan went smoothly, and when there was still a minute left in the recording, Jia Fuxing's carriage was already filled with grain, vegetables and temperature-controlled film, he took out his portable terminal and looked at the time, waved his whip and jerked the two horses, and the carriage accelerated from the film warehouse to the door.

On the side of the grain warehouse, Lieutenant Colonel Dong drove another carriage full of grain bags to follow at full speed.

Zhou Zhen had cleared the road and was waiting for them at the door, smoking a cigarette.

When the carriage drove by, Jia Fuxing stretched out his hand to pull Zhou Zhen into the car.

Zhou Zhen just waved his hand, and then shouted loudly: "I still have something to do, you go back to the barracks first." ”

When Lieutenant Colonel Dong's carriage drove out of the gate, Cheng Xu's historical story also came to an end.

The recording abruptly stops, and the security guards recover from their painful state, and then go into a process of oblivion with a blank face, which is inferred to last about two minutes, based on Zhong Xiaoguang and Solomon's symptoms.

Zhou Zhen extinguished his cigarette butt and hid in the corner of the wall.

The guards forgot faster than Solomon, and less than a minute passed before the pot was boiling in the plantation, and the noise was loud, and the exclamations, and shouts rang out.

Two minutes after the recording of the program ended, the tweeter sounded again, this time a conversation between two men.

"I'm a dead anyway, do I have the right to know who is dying?"

"I was going to tell you, I'm the boss of Shennong Group, Jiang Xuanyuan."

...

As the recording continued, the noise in the plantation escalated.

"Fuck, it turns out that the vaccine we injected was poison!" "We worked for him, and he treated us like dogs!" "Jiang Xuanyuan, this bastard, what does he want to do, turn all mankind into brain-dead? "No, I don't believe it, this recording must have been faked. ”

When the recording was played to Zhou Zhen raising his gun to shoot, the noise and curses began to be mixed with gunshots, pistols, single-shot rifles, heavy machine guns, and gunfire one after another, first sporadic point shooting, and soon turned into one after another melee.

After a burst of electricity, Zhou's closing remarks temporarily halted the strife in the plantation.

"Brothers, please stop killing each other, stop and pair of time, twenty minutes are lost in your memory, this is ironclad evidence of the conspiracy, you don't need to believe me immediately, but I have other evidence in my hand, if you want to know more about the truth, please gather at the plantation gate, I am only one person, and there is no ambush."

The end of Zhou's words is not finished, and the recording has come to an abrupt end.

After waiting for about a minute, facing the angry eyes of the security guards and the smoking muzzles, Zhou Zhen slowly walked towards the door.

With his hands held aloft, he pinched the grip of the pistol with two fingers in one hand and the hunting knife in the other, and stopped in the halo cast by the electric lamp, throwing the pistol and the hunting knife back of his head.

Security guards with guns on guard gathered from all sides.

The first few people stopped at a distance of about ten meters from Zhou Zhi, which was the killing distance of the pistol, and at this distance, it was difficult for Zhou Zhen to escape in the dense fire even if he activated the phantom system.

"I have Jiang Xuanyuan's notebook and a fragment of the AI replica tied around my waist, you can send someone to pick it up."

Zhou Zhi kept his hands on top of his head, and pointed down with the index finger of his right hand.

The security guards looked at each other, no one dared to step forward, and Zhou Zhen heard someone whispering: "Don't go, in case it's a human bomb." ”

"Okay, I'll do it myself."

Zhou Zhen sighed and slowly lowered his left hand.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the burden on his waist, a gunshot rang out from the city wall.

The bullet burrowed into the outside of his thigh, spun and flew out from the inside, tearing off a piece of flesh.

Zhou Zhi's left leg was weak, and his body suddenly lost support, and he fell to the left side suddenly.

The crowd in front of them was noisy again, and several security guards were indignant, cursing and shooting at the city wall, but they were quickly stopped by their nearby colleagues.

"Don't shoot!"

Zhou Zhen gritted his teeth and sat up on the ground, throwing the blood-soaked burden over.

"Be timid, I'll remove this burden, I've been Jiang Xuanyuan's guard, and I recognize his handwriting."

A security guard leader stepped forward to pick up the baggage, took out his notebook and flipped through a few pages, and then slapped the inside pages and cursed.

"Fuck, this is Jiang Xuanyuan's scientific research notes thirty years ago, this old devil has been studying ricin for a long time."

The security guards crowded around him, all wanting to see for believing, and the leader turned around with great difficulty, holding up his notebook and showing everyone around.

"I've seen it all, don't squeeze it, this is evidence, beware of breaking it."

Then he closed his notebook and beckoned to the crowd: "A few of you, go get the first aid kit and come over, this old brother saved us, and we injured people like this, don't be stunned for the others, hurry up and take care of the wounded." ”

More than half of the security guards dispersed, and the rest were stunned in place and didn't know what to do, the leader re-laid his baggage, stepped forward and handed it over to Zhou Zhen, and helped him up with his arm.

"Thanks, man."

Zhou Zhen hung the burden on his shoulders and held down the bloody wound on his thigh with his free hand.

The leader leaned to the left side in line with his movements, and took the opportunity to bow his head and ask him.

"What's next? Do you have an idea? ”