Under the faint starlight, a highway stretches north, and in the distance the brightly lit city of San Francisco is in the background. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Mu Shaoan strode down the road, and in the darkness, the look on his face was both a little helpless and a little relieved.

Recalling the scenes and events in the past, he finally understood that Claire had set him up in more than one place, and that crazy woman was a typical war fanatic.

But he couldn't say anything.

Lin Yuan and Claire were pulled out of the world of "Mechanical Warriors" by him, and then the handle fell helplessly into the hands of the fourth theater system boss and postman S-715.

The two of them are black households, and if they want not to be wanted as a virus, they must hold a thick thigh, so which thigh is thicker than the system boss in the fourth war zone?

Therefore, in order to protect themselves, they choose to become pawns of the branch system, and they cannot be blamed for this kind of thing.

But is it so simple to compete with each other at the top and to fight for power?

Mu Shaoan can imagine that in the past year, Claire and Lin Yuan, a pair of violent elements, don't know how much trouble they have caused the system boss? Naturally, they will also become a thorn in the side of other high-level leaders.

That's right, the rights of the system boss in the fourth theater can't cover all, it is estimated that at most 50% of the control, if the system boss does not have self-awareness, then it is estimated that she has a few percent of the rights.

The problem is that after generations of system updates, not only the main system of the Chaos Base has become self-aware, but even the branch systems of the nine major theaters have formed their own personalities.

This is the real contradiction, some of the high-level anti-virus hunters represented by the postman are worried that the system is unreliable, so they have to gradually compete with the system for power inch by inch.

It's not about who is right and who is wrong!

In the real world, aren't people just as worried that robots with autonomous intelligence will eventually replace humans?

But this kind of thing can't go to extremes, if all the power of the chaos base is handed over to the human race themselves, fools know what the consequences are, at the very least, human beings are selfish, no one can do it for hundreds of years, thousands of years to maintain the original intention.

At this point, humans are inferior to systems.

But if all power is controlled by the system, human beings themselves cannot tolerate it.

The ST Platform Alliance is estimated to be used to restrain the Chaos Base System.

That's what happened.

Mu Shaoan didn't want to analyze who was right and who was wrong, and no one was qualified to stand up and declare who was right and who was wrong.

The only thing he can do is one thing, the position of the ass determines the direction of the brain's thinking, standing in line, and choosing a faction.

Originally, this kind of power struggle that lasted for hundreds of years, thousands of years had nothing to do with him, but who let Claire and Lin Yuan participate in it, he had no choice.

You can't just be good and don't be responsible.

And from this point of view, the postman S-712 has repeatedly revealed the idea of recruiting Mu Shaoan before, which is very evocative, even if he really chose to join the postman at the beginning, the end is estimated to be the treatment of a pawn.

Since this is the case, then he doesn't have to be hypocritical, although the two sides are not competing to the death on the surface, they are almost reaching the limit of the competition.

The ownership of the mobile armor is the most critical of them.

But it's a difficult task.

He was not the only one on the Postman's side, there must have been some higher-level old guys, and the most important thing was that the use of this mobile armor had already fallen into the hands of the Postman's side, and he wanted to regain it, which was difficult - unimaginable, I just hoped that Claire's crazy woman was not talking big, she did get everything done.

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Three days later, when Mu Shaoan reappeared, he was already in New York City, wearing a black suit and gold wire glasses, looking very energetic, of course, he himself was inevitably a little awkward, he never liked to wear such formal clothes.

But no way, according to Claire's instructions, he successfully got his legal identity under the mailbox on a street corner, and then he needed to apply for a job.

Chinese name: Wang Ruoyu, English name (??not known at all)).

Chinese-American, 28 years old, immigrated to the United States with his parents when he was five years old, Ph.D. in mechanical engineering from Princeton University, majoring in mechanics (I don't understand, I don't know).

He is especially interested in the study of mechanical structure, transmission, dynamics, and bionic machinery. (Still don't understand, dazed)

He worked for three years in the R&D department of the DaimlerChrysler Group.

But not long ago it was laid off.

I currently have a girlfriend in New York, but it is estimated that I am not far from being laid off.

Generally speaking, this is an engineering dog that Mu Shaoan can't understand at all, and the interlacing is like a mountain.

But since Claire had arranged it this way, he could only reluctantly make it difficult.

For example, today, he is here to apply.

"51st Avenue? yes, that's what it means, damn it, Claire, you installed me with an instant voice translation system, can't you bother to give me a translation glasses?"

While muttering, Mu Shaoan also slowly stepped on the brakes, and parked the modified second-hand Ford Raptor on the side of the road, well, it is worth mentioning that according to the information, the modification process of the Ford Raptor was all handled by Wang Ruoyu himself.

It's hard to imagine that such a low-key and weak guy on the surface has such a sullen and violent side?

Getting out of the car, Mu Shaoan looked at the messy car repair shop in front of him, and it was a car repair shop in the suburbs of New York, God was pitiful, he had been driving around for several hours before, even if there was Beidou navigation, oh no, not Beidou, GPS navigation, he was also very angry.

He really didn't understand, how could Wang Ruoyu, who is also a doctor from Princeton University, come to work as a mechanic in a car repair shop? This is as unreasonable as a university professor in China serving dishes at a lighthouse, does he seem to be very free?

Claire, a crazy woman, is simply unreasonable.

With such a belly, Mu Shaoan coughed dryly, corrected the tie that made him feel uncomfortable, and walked towards the dirty, messy, diesel-smelling car repair shop, hey, be content, at least the scale of this car repair shop looks very large, at a glance, at least seven or eight workers.

"You don't die, you don't die—"

Before Mu Shao'an could brew the psychological construction of job hunting, a strange mobile phone ringtone came from the little black briefcase in his arm, and he didn't know if Wang Ruoyu had a special hobby or Claire had a special hobby.

A little scrambling to find the phone, no way, he hadn't checked the set before.

"Hey, oh, hello, yes?"

Mu Shao'an almost missed, but the next moment he remembered, there was no need to think about it at all, Claire installed instant voice translation for him to ensure simultaneous interpretation, simple, convenient and fast.

"Richard, where have you been?"

In the receiver of the mobile phone, a woman's voice came from a somewhat unkind person.

Oh, it's Wang Ruoyu's English name, he thought those letters were called Ruida, and he was ashamed, so he could only let his English teacher come out and carry the black pot.

"I'm looking for a job, is there something wrong?"

Mu Shaoan deliberately learned the tone of Wang Ruoyu in his imagination, needless to say, the lady opposite was the cheap girlfriend of the deity, maybe the future ex-girlfriend.

"Looking for a job? Have you emptied your brain with bread worms? What are you thinking about day by day? You know that you messed up all your messy stuff, you messed up all your good work before, and you're not a child, how can you be so naïve all the time? I can't stand you anymore, Richard, let's break up!"

The phone hung up, and Mu Shaoan looked helpless.

"It's so sad, it's a prophecy, in less than a minute, you really became an ex-girlfriend, alas, Claire, you'd better make sure that your settings and background arrangements are for a reason, otherwise I'll give you a general strike, what is this and what, is it eight o'clock?"

The business of the garage was not bad, but the first thing Mu Shaoan saw were three yellow people, a middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing greasy overalls, dissecting a Wrangler, and the other two seemed to be apprentices, not very old, looking more like a son inheriting his father's business.

In addition, there are three old whites, one old black, and one old ink, which is very harmonious.

Mu Shaoan looked at it for a long time, but he didn't find where the boss was, let alone the boss's secretary.

"Hello, do you need help?"

After a long time, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old apprentice looked up and saw Mu Shao'an, and to his surprise, he spoke pure Chinese.

"Well, I- I'm here to apply for a mechanic. Mu Shaoan stammered, and now his talent for acting is almost perfect.

"Oh, I see, you're the Richard who handed in your resume a few days ago, welcome, Uncle An, come and entertain you. The boy shouted enthusiastically, a mouthful of small white teeth.

And at this time, the fat man recovered from the state of selfless 'anatomy', and before he could speak, he grinned kindly, "Sao Rui Saorui, professional habits, don't be strange, young man, can you speak Chinese?"

"Well, not very good, but I can understand it. Mu Shaoan said awkwardly, no way, it's set like this.

"Haha, it's okay, Richard, then we'll get straight to the point, you have also seen my car repair shop, the environment is not very good, the main business is not tinkering, but underground modification, as long as you have the technology, the salary is easy to say, by the way, you are a doctor of mechanical engineering from Princeton University, and you have also worked at Daimler?

How, is it possible that this seemingly messy, dilapidated car repair shop is still hiding?

"It's okay, the Ford Raptor I drove over by myself was also modified by myself. Mu Shaoan said implicitly, and his tone revealed three points of disdain, small look, although the deity can only screw the screws, but behind me are the two great gods Claire and Lin Yuan, not afraid of shocking your jaw, what is the modified car, I will modify a fighter jet for you to let your fat man see and understand.