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Chapter 415 Heavy Truck
The players picked up the still dazed Blood Lion Roar, left the theater, and walked to the corner of the passage. They only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that the centaur did not catch up with them.

The blood lion roared with lifeless eyes and a dazed expression, probably still immersed in previous memories.

Red Spider called a few times to no avail, turned to look at the binary tree, and said hesitantly: "Brother Tree, you deleted so many memories before, is it okay?"

Personality is made up of memory, and memory deletion will inevitably lead to personality changes. If too much memory is deleted from the binary tree, it will change from a rigorous and rational programmer to a rebellious will-o'-the-wisp youth, which will be bad.

"It's okay, I made a backup."

Binary Tree first drank a bottle of micro life potion to reconnect the broken neurons in his brain, then took out a USB drive and inserted it into the VR glasses.

The USB flash drive contained the memories he had deleted.

Although the sense of presence re-experienced through VR glasses cannot be as original as the original memory, it is better than complete amnesia and can reduce the impact on personality.

"call--"

Binary Tree exhaled a breath to regain consciousness. Suddenly, he thought of something, took off the sports camera from his body, and manually deleted the clip of Li Sheng's comments on India.
Then he said to Li Sheng awkwardly: "Well, brother Xiao, there are still many Indian players in the killing field."

The selection of killing grounds does not consider race, nationality, or region. It is mainly random, supplemented by personal comprehensive qualifications.

This also means that the more populous a country is, the greater its advantage in producing players.

As the world's most populous country, India has a population of 100 million and 1.3 billion livestock, and uses cow dung and cow urine as medicine and food.

The overall population is there, and the number of players produced is definitely more than those in European countries.

Another hellish thing is that because the local landowners in India are so powerful, the Brahmin and Kshatriya players have long united to hunt and capture the Vaishya, Shudra, and Dalit caste players.

Deprive them of their qualifications, sell them abroad, or transfer them to their children and relatives.

For the very few untouchable players who can fight their way up, they will be "raised" and have their caste upgraded, and allowed to marry.

All of the above factors make the total number of Indian players much larger than that of the former colonial master, Britain.

These "high-ranking Indians" claim to be patriotic, but they do not join the official Indian institutions. Instead, they are scattered in various trade unions, relying on their PPT skills to paint a rosy picture for their superiors, firmly occupying the middle-level positions in the trade unions.

And every time there is an Indian, he will bring in his own friends and relatives. They are increasing like cockroaches.

The only good news is that as the player level increases, the killing missions gradually become more difficult. Lv10, Lv20, and Lv30 are like filters that can effectively screen out and eliminate, or directly kill most of the Indian players.

There is not a single Indian in the top level 40.

"It doesn't matter."

Li Sheng shrugged. "Lies don't hurt people. The truth is a sharp knife. Can they ban me like they banned Watson?"

The Watson mentioned by Li Sheng refers to James Dewey Watson, who won the Nobel Prize for discovering the double helix structure of DNA with Crick in 1953 and is known as the father of DNA.

As a result, he was banned and cut off from the academic community after he made remarks in his later years that "black people are an unevolved race with low intelligence" and was stripped of all honorary titles.

Well, he just didn't catch up with the right time. No scientist dared to risk the political correctness and test the relationship between IQ and racial genes. The academic community could only ban him from the perspective of racial discrimination.
If it were the Evil Science League, they would definitely ignore scientific ethics, use cloning chambers to breed thousands or tens of thousands of babies of various races, provide them with the same growth and education conditions, and conduct long-term testing.

"Oh, right."

Li Sheng thought of something and asked Binary Tree, "Brother Shu, can you find 'Red Star Orphanage' in your database?" "Red Star Orphanage?"

Binary Tree paused for a moment and shook his head. "I am disconnected from the surface network. The local database has limited content and I couldn't find it. Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"When the centaur scanned my memory just now, I was also able to see a small part of his memory."

Li Sheng tapped the information integration glasses on his nose and said, "This name flashed across the screen."

"This"

Binary Tree frowned, puzzled, "Could it be that the centaur S was originally a human from Earth? He accidentally fell into the secret realm and became a supernatural being?
That's not right. If he were an Earthling, shouldn't he immediately take away the player's qualifications and return to Earth?"

This question cannot be answered for the time being, so we can only put the doubt aside for the time being.

At this time, Blood Lion Roar also regained consciousness. He patted his head, which had recovered from the puppet state, and coughed awkwardly, "Well, that's really my friend's phone, not mine."

"Uh-huh."

"I believe you."

"That's right, that's right."

Li Sheng and the other two nodded in agreement insincerely. The memory of the blood lion's roar stayed at the moment when they were controlled by the woman in black, and they could not remember anything else.

After a brief discussion, he estimated the height of the passage, signaled everyone to step back, and took out a war medal and slashed it into the air.

The space was torn apart, and the roaring blood lion summoned a heavy truck painted with a lion pattern from the crack. It waved its hand and asked everyone to stand on it - the underground passage was wide and straight, and riding in a car was faster than walking on foot.

“It’s pretty cool.”

Li Sheng patted the outer shell of the vehicle. The surface of the heavy truck was covered with machine gun turrets, riveted armor, and iron spikes, like a doomsday chariot.

"Of course. I spent at least 80,000 game coins on this car."

The Blood Lion Roared was quite proud. Although he looked fierce, he had a very easy-going personality.

The [Mecha Thunder] guild is famous for mecha manufacturing and maintenance, and most of its members are mecha enthusiasts.

This heavy-duty truck can apparently switch into mecha form at critical moments, just like the Transformers.

“What’s up with these stickers?”

Huiyu noticed that below the lion pattern, there were dozens of stickers of various kinds, including airplanes, tanks, and various monsters. For some reason, there were also several horizontal human-shaped stickers in the front row.

"My kill record."

Since all his previous memories had been exposed, Blood Lion Roar didn't care about hiding his true identity. He stepped on the accelerator and said with emotion: "I was lucky back then.
While driving a heavy truck near the border, I accidentally ran over and killed a group of terrorists who were trying to steal player qualifications. Not only was I fine, I also gained player qualifications and a banner bonus from the Special Affairs Bureau."

I was wondering why all those planes and tanks were pasted upright, but only the human-shaped stickers were pasted horizontally. It seems like these people have gone to the second dimension.

Li Sheng and others had strange expressions on their faces as they clung to the vehicle and drove towards the front of the passage.

(End of this chapter)