At the Dalian Bay wharf, a stretcher was lifted from a British warship that had just docked, and Tian Buzi, who pretended to be assassinated and wounded, was put into an ambulance waiting at the pier. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm rubbing, it's really uncomfortable to wrap this thing, it's really hard for me to wrap a bandage and smear so much powder from Tianjin Port to Dalian Bay." As soon as the tailgate of the ambulance was closed, Tian Buzi sat up from the stretcher and tore off the bandage wrapped around his chest to wipe the foundation on his face that was used to hide his rosy complexion.

"Whew, God! When I finally got in the car, I lost count of how long it had been since I had smelled exhaust. Everett said, leaning back in the ambulance's chaperone.

"Yes, it's good to see the breath of civilization again! I need a cold beer, a packet of potato chips, and a soap opera. John said.

Accompanying Tian Buzi back to the Liaodong Peninsula was the "Manhattan Tattered Four", although Wang He intended to keep them in Tianjin Wei to continue to assist Huang Xiaolei in her work, but these four insisted on returning to the Liaodong Peninsula for a vacation.

Zhao Yi was not at ease in his heart to let Huang Xiaolei completely act as Tian Buzi's work, in view of the fact that she had just been teleported to the Liaodong Peninsula when she wanted to seize power, Zhao Yi insisted on only letting Huang Xiaolei be in charge of diplomatic work, and did not dare to let her take over the work of the Tianjin Station of the Military Intelligence Department that Tian Buzi was responsible for.

The Interim Executive Committee agreed to the Manhattan Tattered Four's request for a leave of absence, sending a team of SEALs and the S.W.A.T. team to take over John's job. The Navy SEALs led by An Yanxin had another mission to Tianjin Wei, infiltrating Beiping to provide ground guidance for the air raids.

It was the end of the 19th century, and without the support of the Global Positioning System (GPS) and the database provided by the U.S. National Bureau of Mapping, air strikes could not have been carried out as they had in the 21st century. In particular, the retaliatory strike plan formulated by the Provisional Executive Committee this time is a night air raid, and if there is really no guidance from the ground forces, it is still two to say whether these novices on the AC-130U can find the target, let alone what precision strikes.

After entering the green paint area, the three big men of the "Manhattan Broken Four" really went straight to the logistics department, exchanged their points for cold beer and potato chips, and went to live what they called a modern life.

After taking a shower and changing clothes in the women's dormitory area, Mia went to the only co-ed hut in the green paint area to visit Zhang Yulinyue and their newborn baby.

"Hi, I've come to see you, my best student and my second best student!" Seeing Zhang Yu and Lin Yue, Mia greeted with open arms.

"Shhhh My son just fell asleep. Lin Yue pointed to a small wooden cradle in the room and said.

"Wow, the little one is so cute, I really envy you." Mia looked at the little baby in the cradle, her whole body was filled with the aura of motherhood, and she completely lost the taste of killing gods in Tianjinwei.

"What do you envy? If you like, give birth to your own. There are also white crossers in the green paint area, or you can have a mixed-race baby. Lin Yue said.

"We're not like you, John and I don't know if they have fertility or not, what kind of mixed-race baby are they?" At this point, Mia's face was not very good.

"Are you really clones?" Lin Yue was a little blindsided again.

When they got along with Mia and them in the apocalyptic New York scene, Zhang Yu and Lin Yue felt that Mia and them were different from those clones who performed according to the script. When they learned that the "Manhattan Tattered Four" was teleported to Tianjin Wei by the "director team" and worked with Tian Buzi, Zhang Yu and Lin Yue had already decided that Mia and they were not clones, but a time-traveling group of another force in the apocalyptic New York scene.

Now that Mia said this sentence, Lin Yue has been blinded again, and it is easy to understand that Mia has suffered some serious abdominal injury and cannot have children. But Mia's words obviously brought John and the three of them, which couldn't help but make Lin Yue think that they were clones again.

"John and I are half clones." Mia said, with a wry smile on her face.

"I'm rubbing, it's still half a clone? I don't read much, don't lie to me? Hearing Mia's statement, even Zhang Yu, who was originally silent on the side, was not calm.

"Well, some of the memories that remain in our minds tell us that we were indeed like you when we entered the Dome Light Curtain. Then we got GG, but luckily we weren't brain dead, and then we got our current body. I don't know if it was the preparation of the 'director' team to cross the crowd, or if there was something wrong with their technology, but we suddenly recovered this part of our memory a few hours before we were teleported. Mia explained to Lin Yue.

"These memories are all intermittent images, and we can't even remember our own original names, so we can only use the 'director's team' to give us Ann's name. Human cloning should be deprived of fertility, after all, human cloning is an industrial product, and it is impossible for them to reproduce independently. Mia shrugged her shoulders as she spoke, looking at the cradle with envy in her eyes.

"Hey, if something goes wrong with the cloning technology of the 'director team' and unlocks some of your memories, it's okay, but once the situation is another guess of yours, I think we'll be in big trouble." Zhang Yu said.

"What's wrong? Why do you think this way? Lin Yue asked.

"There are so many people in the Green Paint Zone, have you ever heard anyone say that they or their comrades have been given clone bodies? No, no matter how high the mortality rate of the scene they are in, the 'director team' is to keep adding new people. Why did Mia get a new clone of a non-brain dead person? Zhang Yu said.

"Because there aren't enough people?" Mia quickly understood what her best student meant.

"It's very likely that we won't be able to get enough new people, so we can only get a clone for someone who is not brain dead." Zhang Yu said.

"Even then, what big trouble are we going to have?" Lin Yue didn't react for a while.

"This means that the 'director team' will not send people here on a large scale in the future, and the situation of BB63 transmitting hundreds of people at a time may be a swan song!" Mia said.

"Damn, no. Without the people who crossed over, these modern equipment could not be operated by the natives, right? Lin Yue finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

If it is really as Zhang Yu guessed, then the traversal is really in big trouble. Take the BB63 in their hands as an example, not to mention that the current manpower of the Crossing Crowd cannot provide perfect logistics for this battleship, and it is an unattainable luxury for them to make up the establishment on the ship.