At this moment, Gu Tie sank to the underworld in the majestic hustle and bustle on the vertical shield machine, and Jonah was in the mourning hall of the submersible ship, and the first astrology instructor was talking about the topic of two worlds. In Sazburg, Austria, at the northern foot of the Alps, a snowfall has just arrived, and the fluttering snowflakes make the town look clean and peaceful. The European Highway Wind Network System goes into automatic snow removal mode, and the duct fan on the barrier creates an invisible wind wall over the road, and the snowflakes are blown to the outside of the roadbed and do not accumulate on the road surface. The road surface temperature is above freezing, the asphalt is in good condition, and with the exception of the reduced visibility due to snowfall, the A1 motorway can be said to be in good condition today.

A hydrogen-powered BMW station wagon was driving slowly in the leftmost lane, the surveillance radar showed that it was only 65 km/h, far below the minimum speed limit of 90km/h, the duty officer of the European Highway Authority found this obvious traffic violation, "Jim?" The man sitting in front of the screen turned around and shouted: "I-3 violation, it happened in the Austrian section, the network seems to be a little rough today, the connection to the database always fails, do you want to call the Austrian Ministry of Transport?"

"Is it just I-3?" another officer on duty put down his coffee cup and reviewed the surveillance video in the system, and as the camera zoomed in, the driver sitting behind the wheel clearly appeared on the screen, "Hehe, you see, it's just a timid old lady, she is driving according to the speed limit in the snow before the wind network system goes online." Jim couldn't help but laugh, leaned back in his chair and took a sip of hot coffee: "I don't know how to use autopilot, I panic on a snowy day." Relax, Henry, we just need to sit in a warm room and drink something hot and chat over a donut like this, even the Austrian police don't care about such a small violation. -- Besides, everyone is not driving fast when it snows today, and the old lady can't get in the way of others. ”

Henry also raised the corners of his mouth when he heard this: "Who said it wasn't." By the way, did you watch CSKA Moscow's game against Greece's Panathinaikos last night? After two consecutive overtime periods, if Nabika hadn't missed a key free throw, he might have gone into a third overtime!"

"What? Muscovites have won again? Hell, isn't my lottery ticket a chance at all?" Jim leaned in, and the two began to replay last night's EuroBasketball. Since the monitoring system has been beeping to alert the BMW of the violation, Henry casually pressed the button and set the car as a special case for monitoring, excluding the alarm range.

The European Autobahn Authority was far away in Hamburg, Germany, and the two officers on duty naturally did not see the real situation in Austria. At the moment when they looked away, the BMW station wagon suddenly made a crisp and sharp high-speed elk lane change (an emergency lane change to avoid the elk that suddenly appeared in front of the car) and slid into the second lane, and the old woman sitting in the driver's seat was shaken by the powerful lateral G force, and woke up from sleep, and found that the steering wheel was spinning on its own, "Huh? Did I turn on the autopilot?" she reached out and poked on the LCD screen in confusion, but she didn't see a slower large truck in front of her. At this time, the car made a beautiful evasive action again, brushing the ground against the trunk of the truck and connecting to the third lane.

"Oh?" the old grandmother's eyes were almost shaken off, she held the steering wheel in a daze, and muttered to herself: "I obviously didn't open it, is it because the snow is too slippery? Or is it time to take a break?" Oh, it's been driving for fifty minutes straight, let's take a break and drink a cup of hot tea......

As the BMW slowly drove towards the ramp exit, a car whizzed past on the highway, the roar of the V12 engine tore apart the silence around it, and the old silver Aston Martin DBK coupe raced at an astonishing speed of more than 270 km/h in the innermost lane, the shark-like grille swallowed air into the engine compartment frantically, and the fuel burned and exploded in twelve cylinders, turning into more than 650 hp. At such a fast speed, the human field of vision will be sharply reduced to a narrow beam like a sharp needle, and driving in such a way on the intercontinental highway with dense traffic is tantamount to self-defeat! But it is not a human being who drives the car, but the eye of the gods high above, if you look down at the A1 motorway from high in the sky, you can see that the Aston sports car has never changed lanes once in the two hours of galloping, and from beginning to end in the first lane of high-speed driving, the average distance between the wheels on both sides and the lane line has not changed by 1 millimeter. On the car's forward route, the dense traffic automatically merges to the outside, vacating an empty inner lane, for the driver, this may be a certain judgment of the automatic driving system, or the unconscious rotation of the hand holding the steering wheel, no one doubts the action of merging, after all, this is the most natural behavior in the process of driving, "How fast does this car have to be? must receive a large stack of high-speed tickets...... Idiot, deserve it!" sighed at most as he looked at Aston Martin's fleeting streamlined tailgate.

"Would you like something to drink, dear father?" a gentle male synthesized voice resounded in the cabin, and the owner of the voice, sensing the change in the driver's heart rate, thoughtfully lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by 1 degree and slightly increased the volume of the stereo. The Bang & Olufsen sound system plays a soft cello tune, but even Charles Camille Saint-Saëns's "The Swan" can't soothe the driver's anxious mood: "How long will it take? Can it be faster?...... Damn, car technology is simply too backward, this stupid mode of transportation ......" the gray-haired old man scolded as he knocked on the steering wheel.

"Is Earl Grey tea good, dear father?" asked the male synthesizer again. It had already prepared steaming black tea on the 'Express European' bus a kilometer ahead, but without its father's permission, it could not take the initiative to bring the tea to the old man.

“...... Give me ice water. Dr. Brandon Bartholomew let out a long breath, leaned heavily in his seat, and untied the tie knot with his hand.

2.5 kilometers away, the six tires on the left side of a heavy truck suddenly and automatically lowered the pressure by 0.1 tires, causing the truck to have a bump, and the driver looked strangely in the rearview mirror, thinking that he had hit something. The latch of the door in the rear compartment was unhooked, and a bottle of French Evian mineral water rolled out of the broken box, whirled and hit the lamp beads on the side of the road, and the crystal liquid overflowed the bottle, which was immediately lifted into the air by the ducted fan and spread along the wind dome created by the snow removal mode. After 2 seconds, the temperature of the water curtain that had spread to 4 cubic meters dropped to 4 degrees Celsius, and a gap appeared in the wind wall, and the liquid was instantly compressed into a fist-sized water ball, which was violently ejected.

The sunroof of the sports car opened silently, Bartholomew raised the empty water glass, and luscious ice water poured into the glass, not a drop of it was spilled. The skylight closed, and a crystal clear hexagonal ice flower appeared at the mouth of the cup, and before the old man could take a closer look, it melted in the warm wind, Bartholomew knew that this was his little heart, and this virtual wisdom always showed its hospitality in a small place. "Thank you. The doctor took a large sip of the water glass, and felt the cold mineral water infuse into his body, temporarily relieving his thirst.

"I would like to remind you of your heart, dear father, for this is the sixth time today. I'll try to say less if you're bored, but you really need to take your medication. The male synthesizer said. While talking to its father, its tentacles penetrate into the central chip of all moving objects within five kilometers of it, and the flow of moving traffic creates an idle passage. "Also, expect us to arrive at the GTC headquarters in thirty-five minutes, and with the airport temporarily closed due to snowfall, there is no faster way than by car, dear father. ”

Dr. Bartholomew snorted, "My heart is fine. What about HQ, did they decide to force the sale of the 'World' client?"

"Yes, dear father. Eavesdropping on the plenary meetings of the Accessories Committee is too risky, but the trend is already very clear, stores around the world have reopened, and even terrorist attacks can't stop GTC from releasing games. "Due to the pressure of public opinion caused by the war in Central Africa, GTC's international image has been greatly affected, and the United Nations Security Council has shown an unfriendly attitude, and GTC needs to firmly pursue the 'World' plan to divert the attention of the global media." ”

"Push me away and make such decisions on your own, bastard bureaucrats...... Damn, it's too early, it's too early......," the old man muttered as he clutched his chest, "and if we can't delay any longer, tens of millions of stupid, lazy, useless players will descend on the world and take away ten million free souls...... Even if every effort is made to reduce the size of the release and block the release date, will the result still be the same? It seems that it must be launched sooner, even if the time is not yet ripe......"

The male synthesizer dissuaded, "The synchronicity is far from what it requires, dear father. If you do that, you're forced into the 'third kind of advent,' and the biochip will be overloaded and burned, and the implanter will die, and it would be pointless, wouldn't it?"

"That's the question I want to ask!" the old man slapped the steering wheel hard, and Aston Martin let out a loud whistle. "Why is their synchronization rate increasing so slowly? According to the prediction, they should have reached the irreversible end line at this moment! Why are they still hovering at a low level? When will they be able to complete the counteroffensive?"

"I'm sorry. The synthesized voice said these three words, and was silent for a moment, "Your heart rate is in danger range." ”

Bartholomew gasped and pressed his left chest. In his aging body, the antennae of the biochip implanted in the heart have long been all over every nerve ending, the chip body is grayish, and the antennae have also shrunk and festered, obviously inactive.

This rot began twenty years ago when the game personality named Gilberto Gilberneon visited the world.