Neutral Zone 8, thousands of miles away from the Blue Wolf Country.

The Valley of the Kings, the vast desert, thousands of miles of Gobi, the sky is clear, and the sun is like fire.

At the top of a large sand dune, an old "Akita-type" robot dog is lying on the yellow sand and enjoying the "sunbathing", and in its belly, the card slot that was originally used to store the nuclear battery module is empty, and the nuclear battery pack has long been missing, revealing a mess of wires, wire ends and worn circuit boards, and even electric sparks can be seen "sizzling" and flickering when walking.

It stands to reason that the robot dog that has lost its energy source should have died due to energy exhaustion, but the reason why the robot dog in front of him is still alive is precisely because of the 30 cm square solar panel on the back of its body, as well as the strong sunlight of more than 300 days a year in this desert, so that the robot dog can continuously replenish energy through the solar panel and continue the dog's life.

Except for the two palm-sized solar panels on its back, the rest of the robot dog's body surface is covered with a thick layer of dust, and several joints are also rusty, which "crunch" at the slightest movement, and the forehead of its head is faintly visible under the dust "MD-2478N109O5", which is the factory number of this robot dog.

Since the day it left the factory, this "Akita-type" robot dog has actually survived for nearly 60 years, and it has been hovering in this desert area for nearly 15 years, which is very rare.

A floating sand not far away seemed to move.

"Whoosh!" a five-inch-long, pencil-thick silver needle shot out from under the sand and shot at the robot dog.

"Wow!" the silver needle was driven into the dog's neck.

"Whew!" In broad daylight, the robot dog did not expect to be attacked, barked softly, like a lost dog, clamped its tail and fled in a hurry.

With a "huh", the sand and dust were raised, and a human figure got up from under the floating sand, and the robot dog couldn't believe that the attacker was hiding under the floating sand, and the exposed complexion of the person who got up was as dark as ink, and he was actually a "black-skinned" human slave.

The black-skinned slave was tall and stocky, about forty years old, and his dusty animal skin hunting suit concealed his silver glittering half of his mechanical body and half of his flesh, and it was the notorious "half-man", and the silver needle was shot from the strangely shaped short spear in his hand.

A "cyborg" is an electronically controlled organism that combines the human body and intelligent machines, and has the best of both worlds. The prototype of "semi-robotic" first appeared in the middle of the twentieth century, which was originally a "semi-intelligent prosthetic program" proposed by human scientists to solve the problem of the disabled and congenital polio patients.

At the end of the 21st century, with the development of artificial intelligence technology, the "Semi-Robot Technology Company" launched the "Fully Intelligent Prosthetic Program" in a timely manner, also known as the "Semi-Robot Program" Even some able-bodied people do not hesitate to cut off a part of the body, so as to facilitate the inoculation of fully intelligent prostheses to achieve the purpose of enhancing their own limb strength, the product characteristics of fully intelligent prosthetics are particularly attractive to those who specialize in manual labor, and can greatly improve the work efficiency of manual laborers, so as to obtain more labor remuneration.

More than 100 years later, the "Shobot War" broke out, and A.I, who had not yet become the head of the Robot Empire, completely paralyzed the "Cyborgs" with a population of nearly one billion people with only one order, which indirectly led to the collapse of the famous "Great Wall Defense Line", so that the "Half-Cyborgs" who originally supported mankind did nothing for most of the Hundred Years' War, and became the collective decline of the "Half-Cyborgs" No entry or naturalization, can only be like the rootless duckweed, wandering among the four neutral zones and various vassal states, fending for itself and surviving.

"Get up!" said the black-skinned slave with his head tilted, inserting his short gun into the holster at his waist.

With a few sounds, four black-skinned human slaves and a white-skinned human slave also appeared from under the floating sand, a gray-haired black-skinned old man, a young black-skinned woman, two young black-skinned men and a young white-skinned man, all five of whom were armed with shotguns of different lengths.

The appearance of the five people who appeared later can be described as strange, such as the gray-haired black-skinned old man's two arms are mechanical arms made of stainless steel, the young black-skinned woman's half-metal head, and a young black-skinned man with a metal leg made of alloy, although the image is different, their flesh is more or less inlaid with metal parts or metal limbs, which is in line with the characteristics of a half-cyborg.

"Boss Zulu, today's harvest is not small, this is already the third robot dog!" A young black-skinned man in a leather coat with an alloy arm slanted his back and looked at the robot dog in the distance, slightly excited.

"Hmm!" said the tall, stocky black-skinned slave named Zulu, nodding his head, as he fumbled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, took one in his mouth, and lit it.

The half-metal-headed young black-skinned woman with an electronic device resembling a transmitter in her hand glanced at the robot dog that had run away, and pressed a red button on the device, and a tiny hidden red light on the silver nail nailed to the robot dog also lit up.

I saw that the robot dog that had run hundreds of meters away suddenly fell to the ground with a pop, raising a puff of dust, and the red light in its electronic pupils flashed, and the four metal dog legs couldn't help spasming, and after a few seconds, the red light went out, and the robot dog stopped moving, as if it was dead; after a few seconds, the red light of the electronic pupils lit up again, and then the robot dog stood up suddenly, turned around, and ran towards the black-skinned human slaves.

"My little puppy, come here!" said the black-skinned slave with a delightful face.

The robot dog obediently ran to the feet of the female black-skinned slave, bowed his head to his ears, and wagged his tail to beg for mercy.

The woman crouched down and took a closer look at the robot dog, and the others gathered together.

"No. MD-2478......" said the black skinned woman, brushing the dust off the dog's head with her sleeve, "N109O5, the model is old enough!"

"Whatever, polish and refurbish, and sell it for two or three thousand gold coins. A young white-skinned slave with a tattoo on his neck and an alloy shoulder said, and he squatted down to take a closer look at the robot dog, "Hey, why are its solar panels always on?"

The female black skin thought for a moment when she heard this, and then leaned over with her hands on the ground to check the belly of the robot dog, "Its nuclear battery pack is gone!"

"Hmph," the gray-haired old man snorted coldly, "no wonder it 'dares' to stay on the top of the sand dunes to bask in the sun, and it doesn't dare to fight back when attacked, it turns out that the energy provided by this solar panel is only enough to keep it alive." ”

"Come back!" Zulu, the kind of man who has seen a lot of big scenes, doesn't talk much but is full of majesty, he exhaled the smoke he had inhaled into his lungs and said, "The sun is about to set. ”

"Alright, close the team!"

The group began to walk back along the same road, and the robot dog followed the female black skin, following in unison.

After walking five or six kilometers, the group went around a large mound, and a small oasis with a small area was visible, and there was a dense bush jungle on the small oasis.

The two teams quickly got together and walked into the bush with laughter and laughter.

Under the cover of dense bushes, three ironclad cars and a large old-fashioned pickup truck can be seen, on top of which can be seen more than a dozen cages made of stainless steel and different sizes, three or four smaller cages each contain an "Akita-type" robot dog, and three larger cages each hold a robot, the model of the old 'Terminator-3001', these living machines are extremely tame and have no intention of resisting.

Recall that during the "Holocaust War", the "Akita-type" robot dog and the "Terminator-3001" were terrifying deadly weapons, but now they have become the object of hunting, and after renovation and polishing, they have even become playthings in the hands of humans.

"Dili, you and Lee are in charge of bringing the robot dog into its cage and keeping it in jail," Zulu ordered, "and the others pack up and prepare to return to Hollywood." ”

Everyone began to go about their work, and after about half an hour, everyone packed up and began to drive back.

On a dirt road covered with yellow sand, a convoy of four vehicles was speeding up, kicking up a cloud of dust, and not far away, hundreds of wrecks of a huge Star Destroyer destroyed in the Great War of the Hundred Years of Catastrophe were scattered among the yellow sand, like lonely graves of various sizes.

"Doot toot!"

In the cockpit of the ironclad car led by him, a high-power satellite phone rang, and the number showed the contact: Jin.

"Hey, Kim!"

Zulu answered the phone and greeted.

"Zulu, where are you?" asked Kim.

"I'm near the saltwater oasis, what's wrong, Kim?" Zulu asked.

"Haven't you come back yet?" asked King, "You've been in the desert for two weeks, haven't you?"

"Well, it's been exactly two weeks," Zulu replied, "on his way back to Hollywood." ”

"How's the harvest?" asked King.

"It's not good, I only caught four robot dogs and three robots on this trip," Zulu said, "and after all kinds of expenses and dividends, there is not much money left!"

"I just got a big deal here, are you interested?" Kim asked.

"What big business?" Zulu was interested.

"Grab a few 'iron shells'. Kim said.

Zulu sighed, "Old or new?"

"New. Kim replied.

"New?" Zulu frowned, "The new model is not easy to catch, I thought it was the 'Terminator-3001'!"

"That's why I'm looking for you," Jin Yan said with a smile, "Who in a few neutral districts doesn't know your Zulu 'Terminator of the Terminator' name?"

"Let me think about it. Zulu replied.

"What else to consider, the pay is quite generous!" Kim "kindly" reminded.

"How much?" asked Zulu.

"Two hundred thousand gold coins," Jin Dao said, "and another twenty thousand for a good job." ”

Zulu raised an eyebrow, "I'll contact you later!"

"Okay!" Jin replied, "Hurry up, don't waste time, this kind of big business, you may not be able to touch a cup once!"

"So much oil and water?" Zulu said, "then see you tomorrow at the 'Turkic Barbecue'!"