[TaT-8 Submarine Trunk Cable System, Msc. 】

The metal exterior coated with titanium paint and alumina film is covered with aquatic plants, seaweed, and barnacles. A hammerhead shark lazily passed under the equipment, accustomed to this guy.

In 1988, it has been a long time since the laying, but the connection to the Anglo-American and French regional data transmission still relies on this 6,700 kilometers of optical guide backbone, the mobile exchange center is installed at 3,350 kilometers, and the surrounding base stations are arranged according to Maxwell's theory, each of which is connected to a satellite in low earth orbit, and after countless baptisms of connection, the batch of electrical signals are gradually sent to all parts of the world.

Three days ago, regional control was secretly transformed into a colleague of a military organization called "Domain", and at the same time, a precise surgical chess game began to be planned, and within a minute of the arrival of four hundred ocean current engineers equipped with heavy diving equipment, tens of thousands of underwater tripmines went into hibernation, locks and seals were removed in seconds, and in the ultra-high pressure state, these skilled circuit laying personnel completed their mission in only five hours and a half days in the Greenwich Observatory time, and waited for the ensuing deep diving plane to return.

Most of them are retired second-line top scientists and genius eccentrics who participated in the construction of the system, and they are actually making greater contributions to life when they are running out of oil on the surface.

S. Printovo was a domain program engineer for whom he worked called Hellution Koner. In 2001, when members of the hijacking group changed their minds and were no longer willing to crash into a building for them at the cost of their lives, he activated the implant and used the brainwave disturbance to force several people to grip the joystick.

Later, it became clear that the remnants of that report would be broadcast every September 11.

After his boss was killed, he was forced to deal with two pursuits, and in the eyes of the U.S. government, he was an unforgivable accomplice, even though he would not have done it on his own, and on the part of the original organization, he became the blame for the failure of the organization's top brass to take responsibility for the boss's death.

The Field's military contingent found him in an alley in Carson City, Nevada, late one night, and was caught by Planto's blueprint of body temperature floating under the thermal lenses.

Years later, he regained his dignity, he became who he wanted to be, and his name became the death knell for sinners.

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"'Procedure' test - code EKU009, please cooperate with the reading checklist." Synthesized speech.

The lead designer of "Area-170" patted Goin on the shoulder, who stood up and put on a poncho. A flash of lightning was lighting up the sky, the ends fading away very slowly, and the flare on the retina took a long time to get a centimeter shorter.

"It's going up on the same trajectory." Goin pressed and held the headphones.

"Verified, Dr. Goin," the computer said blandly, "to start downloading." ”

The designer took a step back, the air ripples were advancing around with Ghosin in the center, the world froze, turning black and white frame by frame, and when he looked up, a drop of rain hung in front of his eyes, and he remembered that a philosopher said, "Interaction constitutes the internal cause of the movement of things, and development is the creation of new things, the death of old things, that is, the replacement of old things by new things." ”

Now that everything is locked down, Goin is like a 4K model in a black-and-white film.

The designer rushed to the outside of the quarantine facility, bringing the anti-pressure door at the last moment when the meme reached him.

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"I want to see Comiu. Dr. Noah. The young man carrying the black alloy container stood in the doorway, "I know I'm cleared." “

"I'm sorry, but any approved behavior without a referral is voided." The guard unceremoniously interrupted him.

"I know what you mean by referral money," the young man smiled disdainfully, "it's enough to embellished bribes to this extent, and you'll have a chance to change your mind." ”

"I'm so scared that you're scaring me," the guard suddenly pulled out a Glock23 and pointed the gun at the other's forehead. "You've got a chance to get out of here....."

A ferocious straight punch slammed into the bridge of his nose, and he fell to the ground with the back of his head hitting the asphalt, and before the last words could be spoken, the guard was gagged in severe pain.

"It's gone." The young man's left knuckles were raised to his ear, and the clarity of his eyes swept away, and the fine ice crystals occupied his humanity.

"I see the remnants of your killing intent." A hand was placed on the young man's shoulder, "Don't kill him, people deserve it." ”

"Do you have to wait until this to show up?" The blood in the young man's pupils turned slightly pale, "I risk death by injection to deliver goods for you, but there are always inferior beings who don't know whether they are alive or dead to hit the knife." ”

"Normally I wouldn't come...... Or so fast," the owner of the hand glanced at the shivering guard on the floor, "but the Lofitte kid ran away." ”

"That HRT undercover agent?" The young man frowned. "It's funny."

"Let's go, there's no need to worry about humans." The man behind him took the container from him, lay on the young man's shoulder, and blew into his ear. "While they're not dead, be kind."

The young man turned his head suddenly, and there was no one beside him.