The world was still dark. Ding Meng sat calmly on the ground in the passage.
The mechanical sounds outside the hall gradually became louder and clearer. Ding Meng didn't move. Little Four's body gradually turned cold, but he didn't move either. Even though the pain from his wounds was unbearable, he still didn't move.
It was because he didn't want to leave just like that. They had agreed to go out together, but this time, he was still the only one left. He stared blankly at the bracelet in his hand. The blood on it had already dried up, but the blood in his heart didn't turn cold. Instead, it turned even hotter.
His other hand suddenly trembled. The dark golden claw blade immediately flipped over into his palm. The blood on the blade had also dried up, but that was the blood of his enemies. The blood on the bracelet wasn't just Little Four's blood, it was the blood of the laborers, it was the blood of these lowly people. It was countless blood and tears, sorrow and pain, life and death, and it was the promise he had made to Ding Meng.
He lowered his head and gently stroked the blade. The "D" character in the center of the shiny blade was especially bright. However, on the other side of the blade, there was another line of exquisite words:
"What fortune is there in gathering? What sorrow is there in parting? What joy is there in life? What bitterness is there in death?"
It was a short sentence, but it couldn't express all the feelings of life and death. Ding Meng was still sitting there, her mind seemed to have drifted away again.
"Ding Meng, what kind of weapon is this Karabiner of yours?"
Little Rascal saw that Tang Wulin was in low spirits and took the initiative to find a topic. "It can even cut through mercenaries' armor?"
Ding Meng's voice was very calm. "A very important person gave it to me."
"A very important person?" Little Rascal's voice suddenly became much more excited. "Is it a woman?"
"No!"
Little Rascal asked curiously, "Then it's a man?"
"No!"
Little Rascal was puzzled. "If it's not a woman or a man, then who is it?"
Ding Meng fell silent again.
Little Rascal said dejectedly, "Ding Meng, don't be sad. Little Four is completely dead, but it's not your fault. You've already done enough."
"I know. I'm not sad either."
Ding Meng's tone suddenly turned cold. "If I'm sad, it will only make those people more arrogant."
Seeing that Ding Meng's fighting spirit had been reignited, Little Rascal immediately said, "Ding Meng, you have to live well. Little Four's sacrifice wasn't in vain. He died for you."
There was a murderous look in Ding Meng's eyes. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "I will not only live, but also seek justice for him. I swear!"
Little Rascal perked up. "Yes, this is the image of Ding Meng in my mind. The reason your compatibility is as high as 100% is largely due to your strong will. Little Ai has good taste in choosing you as a core gene body. Our main program number one …"
Ding Meng was too lazy to listen to her explanation. He got up and said, "Little Rascal, let's go. Let's get out of here."
Compared to the eternal darkness of the Underground World, the command center of the base was bright all year round.
It was already late at night. Julie stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the night sky.
This room was a VIP lounge that the commander had specially prepared for her. It was decorated like a suite in a luxurious hotel, with all kinds of amenities.
Looking down from the window, the square of the base was only the size of a palm. However, she could still see tens of thousands of workers lined up like a swarm of ants.
After looking for a while, Julie closed the window. She turned around and walked to the wine cabinet to pour herself a glass of red wine. She really needed to calm down.
Her position was not high, and her status was even a little low. However, it was because of this that the higher-ups had assigned her to this mission.
Logically speaking, this kind of core secret mission related to the overall situation should not have been assigned to her. However, the higher-ups could not have sent someone strong because that would have caused too much of a commotion and easily attracted the attention of the outside world.
Why were the mercenaries in the Black Gold Base using older equipment?
Why did the main mining area not use intelligent robots to excavate?
Why was quantum communication equipment prohibited?
Why were all transportation vehicles small aircraft?
Why were there no source strength warriors stationed here …
All of this was because any trace of source strength jump or energy fluctuation would attract the attention of the outside world. This place had to be isolated from the world and was destined to be cut off from the outside world. Her mission was to control the situation to the minimum and retrieve the memory at the same time.
"Virus memory", the mission objective given by the higher-ups was only these five simple words. What kind of special virus was it?
What kind of memory was it?
Other than these five words, there was no other additional information. This was where she was anxious.
After taking another sip of wine, Julie sat back on the sofa and turned on her wrist device. She saw a light spot slowly rising vertically from the wrist device, then turning into two light spots that extended to both sides. The trajectory of the light spots were blue energy lines. Then, the light spots turned from two to four, four to eight, eight to sixteen … Each light spot extended, twisted, and expanded in a different trajectory …
A moment later, a huge three-dimensional map appeared in the middle of the lounge, exuding a faint blue light.
Rather than saying that this was a virtual three-dimensional map, but if one looked closely, they would find that this was clearly the structural diagram of an interstellar battleship. It was just that many important places in the map were "empty" because the light spots could not outline them at all.
If the machine gun was still alive, he would be shocked to see this map because the top bridge of the battleship seemed to be the mouth of a gourd. Below it was the "main mining area". This gourd was buried under it, but for the entire battleship, the "gourd" occupied less than two-fifths of the space.
The machine gun thought that he had figured everything out after staying in the mining area for six years, but in fact, he was also kept in the dark.
"Officer Julie, you have a new communication message." The system's female voice suddenly sounded in the room.
"Connect it." Julie immediately turned off the wrist device.
The marshal's image quickly appeared in front of her. He did not look very well, and his eyes were bloodshot. Obviously, he was in a state of exhaustion after a fit of rage.
Sadler was not only his favorite subordinate, but he was also one of the best in the mercenary group. In the end, he was inexplicably killed by a worker. This made him very angry, but when he saw Julie, he still maintained the necessary courtesy.
"Miss Julie, the obstacles at the entrance have been cleared, but there are a lot of branches that lead to other areas. It will be difficult for us to find Ding Meng in a short time."
Julie nodded slightly. The marshal's report was completely within her expectations. It was normal that they could not find Ding Meng, but it would be strange if they found him. Even she did not know the situation of the "empty" spots in the battleship, let alone the marshal and the others.
"Lock down the PC35 area. Don't let anyone in or out." Julie slowly gave the order. "Withdraw your men."
"This …" The marshal obviously did not understand what she meant. "Miss Julie, the memory chip has not been found yet, and Ding Meng is a key figure. He may have clues. If I call everyone back, it will be harder to find him …"
Julie said coldly, "We don't need to find him."
"Why?" The marshal was stunned.
Julie's eyes flashed coldly. "He will come back for us."