Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Because, you don't dare. You are not afraid of me, but of each and every member of your being: each other."

"If you are as strong as you say you are, then you will keep each other in check."

Fang Bailu stood up straight - the self-examination was complete, all the curses were driven out of his body; and countermeasures were generated.

If the woman didn't have any new tricks, Fang Bailu could crush her current body at any time. But he just continued to pour out words, just like the woman did a moment ago:

"I can be sure that if any of the Hibernating Dragons had shown signs of heading to Kuala Lumpur to snatch the way to immortality, you would have executed him faster than I could."

"Since we can't come up with a plan on how to distribute the way to immortality, let's keep it as it is. Anyway, the mystery of the 'Double Helix Wonderful Tree' - it just turned another me into a monster..."

"Of course, if there is only the 'Double Helix Wonderful Tree'... no matter how long you quarrel, there will be a result."

In every if, there is a but.

Fang Bailu raised one hand to the sky and pointed the other to the ground:

"And now, another immortal is about to awaken in Manila."

"That's why you took action - appeared in front of me!"

"Let me guess: there are more than just you and me, two hibernating dragons in Manila right now, there are more than three. And there are definitely more on the way."

"You...are you of one mind? Don't you all have different futures that you want to see?"

Fang Bailu took another big step forward. This time, he approached and pressed the faceless face in front of the woman's breath:

"A secret society of sick people from centuries ago quietly rules a crazy world."

"Your conception of the future cannot possibly be unified: the example of the gathering of immortals is not that far away from you."

"Your internal friction must have been going on for a long time - it's just that the weight on the scale hasn't changed much."

"But the way to immortality, and the assessment of ability after the appearance of the immortals: what will be put on the scale is not a feather, but a heavy piece of iron."

"The winner takes all, and can decide the direction of the world. The loser will be completely destroyed: his bones will be crushed to ashes, his soul will be annihilated - any possible copies of his consciousness, data records, and external incarnations will be pulled out from the sea of ​​​​digital and completely annihilated."

"Of course, that's what you're going to do."

"You are very proud, and you have the capital to be proud. You even think that there is no external enemy to maintain the balance between you. Then, the biggest threat comes from yourself."

Chapter 230: The Fourth Day of No Way (Part )

“I am not this piece of iron, but I could be this piece of iron.”

"The question is, do you dare to gamble?"

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"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The woman laughed so hard that she fell backwards, panted, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

But when the woman spoke again, she lost the composure she had maintained since the beginning of the conversation. Cold anger rose from her knitted brows:

"Fang Bailu, watch what you say. Everything you say now is a plea for us to destroy you immediately - every single one of you."

Words were like the wind, blowing through Fang Bailu's microphone. No threat could shake a soul that had been possessed by the devil:

"Why do you only say 'we' and not 'I'?"

"I think you're weak. In fact, I think 'you' are all weak—"

"You have been awake for so many years and have obtained so many resources... You said you can shape the world as you wish, and the world is like this."

"The immortals at least try to reshape the world according to their own ideas. You only add dead flesh to their horrible skeletons."

"You are nothing but scavenging animals. You want the food to be more rotten and smell more strongly before you can eat it."

Fang Bailu no longer just asked questions or passively accepted information as he did at the beginning of the conversation.

He began to feel bored: Fang Bailu raised his folded hand and fanned it outwards, as if to drive away flies in the air:

"I have an acquaintance who said that there will be a war in Manila: a war between the hibernating dragons and the immortals for power."

"If you are nothing more than this... this war can be a battle between a hibernating dragon and an immortal, or it can be--"

The soul copy covered in metal continued calmly, without any threat or hostility:

"My other self and I declare war on you."

"This is not a game, and there is no protagonist. There are only humans here, and humans act according to their hearts and instincts."

"I and I share the same ideals and the same dream of the future. How about your playing house?"

Fang Bailu is no longer the self-employed person who runs a run-down hardware store on A Luo Street.

He possessed a whole new hostility, a whole new anger, and a whole new ideal - on the entire earth, perhaps only he himself understood: Fang Bailu was the karmic fire that condensed into a red lotus.

Fang Bailu didn't know if he was special compared to other hibernating dragons, if he had any unique skills or resources to protect himself, or if he had any "golden fingers": he didn't care.

Cluck, cluck...pop!

The woman's eyes were burning, her cheeks were puffed up, and her upper and lower molars finally broke with a dull sound of friction. But when she opened her mouth again, new white teeth poked out from her gums, pushing down the broken teeth.

Rage dominated her only for a moment. The woman gently spat out the broken teeth in her mouth, and when she spoke again, there was no trace of anger:

"You are more like us now. Very good, very good... I am relieved."

"But. But!"

She was relieved, and her eyes were filled with relief. But the words still had a cutting edge.

"Have you ever thought about the price of being our enemy? We are not those foolish immortals waiting for you to bite us. We are true hunters - each of us has come here after killing stronger ones countless times."

"If you think your men are worthy of being called bargaining chips, then each of us has followers who have made a pledge in their souls and employees who are willing to die for us."

Fang Bailu ignored the woman's response: even if she was not threatening, even if she was really giving advice.

There were many reasons to refute her - Fang Bailu was so despised, would the dragon group unite and kill him? Was there no more normal person among the members of the dragon group?

But Fang Bailu didn't say anything. He just looked at the city in front of him.

The night in Manila was getting darker and darker: there was no light like that in Kuala Lumpur, nor any colorful neon lights. In every shack and every low house, there were thin and dense lights, which stretched long and connected with each other, forming a perfect round orange lake.

At this moment, the citizens of Manila are huddled in their tiny rooms, digging for the true immortal, but they have no idea of ​​the meaning behind it. They are all dust and sand, which will disappear into the unknown when blown by the wind.

Who cares what kind of expectations they have or what kind of life they want?

Fang Bailu couldn't help but wonder: I wonder what the scene would be like elsewhere? Who can control their own destiny or trample on the future and wishes of others?

He raised his hand toward the woman and held it flat, as if he was going to hand the invisible voice stick in his palm to hers:

"I just need you to answer one question."

"If you were immortal, what kind of world would you want?"

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Chapter 231 The Fifth Day of Civil Unrest (I)

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Cebu City - Queen of Southern Luzon; it has stood on fertile soil and waves longer than Manila.

Unlike the heat in Manila, the climate here is pleasant. In Cebu City, surrounded by the Visayas, you can see tourists from all over the world enjoying the monsoon - the garbage man who brought waste to sell after the fall of Kuala Lumpur; the ghosts in Shibuya Genesis who can no longer keep up with the fashion trend; and even North American employees who were organized to travel across the ocean for team building.

On the contrary, Luzon has the least locals: most Luzonians are pieceworkers who are responsible for their own profits and losses - if they don't work, they won't eat, let alone take annual leave. In addition, the scenery between the Luzon Islands is not much different, which also reduces the leisure and leisure of Luzonians to travel abroad.

Cebu City is best known for its low travel costs - even now, many companies set up their employees' vacation locations in the entire "Greater Cebu" including Cebu City, Lapu City and Mandaue City: a trip here is even cheaper than using virtual reality tourism.

Since it is a place where employees gather, naturally, there are all kinds of conference rooms. From the most common shared conference rooms, detachable and unfoldable portable conference modules, gorgeously decorated, to permanent conference rooms used to entertain middle-level managers - in Cebu, conference rooms are always harder to book than hotels.

What’s interesting is that on weekdays, internal meetings within the group are often handled perfunctorily using online and virtual links; but on holidays, employees instead demand professionalism and comfort in meeting locations… The difference in mentality often appears on the desks of human resources specialists.

At this moment - in a corner of the city, a meeting is about to begin. This simple meeting room is located between Dingguang Palace and Magellan's Cross. It was converted from an ancient air-raid shelter that is even more distant than the old world.

In front of the removed iron gate of the air-raid shelter, a long banner was hung running from left to right; it was written in white letters on a red background:

"The 17th Southeast Asian Employee Cultural Tourism Consumption Promotion and Greater Cebu Consumption Season Exchange Conference".

Compared with its resounding name, there is little in front of the door, and no one is even responsible for registering the information of participants outside the venue. Meeting rooms like this, which need to be booked months in advance, are equipped with restrictions to block network signals; to record the meeting process, expensive paper and pen are usually required.

It takes into account both confidentiality and a sense of ceremony.

Although the name is long and cumbersome and its meaning is confusing, and it is even held in the most remote corner of the center of Cebu City: but in the eyes of those who know enough secrets, this meeting will affect the future direction of the entire Luzon and even the entire Southeast Asia.

Employee A is included in this small list of people who “know enough secrets”.

He strode into the air raid shelter that served as a meeting room; the light suddenly dimmed, and a damp, musty smell hit his nose. The saline solution covering the body surface and stored under the deformable film swayed with the violent movement, stimulating the flesh of employee A who had been stripped of his skin.

Of Employee A's entire body, only the head, separated by the jaw, still retains its outer skin. The exposed fascia, muscle bundles, blood vessels, and soft tissues soaked in transparent salt water also make him look like a statue used to teach the structure of the human body.

The wound was proof that he was appreciated by the chief ancestor; pain was a greater glory than joy: not many people understood this, and Employee A was naturally one of them.

Employee A walked straight ahead, passing rows of iron chairs nailed to the concrete floor with long nails; met nearly a hundred pairs of eyes, some scrutinizing, some curious, some confused, and some hostile; and stepped onto the first step that was 20 centimeters above the ground.

He turned around, placed his hands on both ends of the podium, and looked down at the people below. The employees looked at the guests in the conference room without any hesitation, as if they were screening goods:

"Generally speaking... everyone is here."

But this "roughly" is indeed quite different from the number estimated by employee A.

He glanced at the conspicuous figures besides the tourists: tourists are a kind of interference and disguise - the chaotic brain power will cover the meeting with a layer of anti-spying mezzanine; it also makes this conference room more similar to other places in Cebu. These selected tourists have been pre-processed, they come in with a chaotic mind, and when they leave, they will be destroyed by all kinds of normal accidents.

Who can complain? We all know that not giving your all to your work carries risks and consequences.

Among the nearly one hundred tourists, there were a dozen real participants.

Under normal circumstances, these figures symbolize the backbone of many companies, organizations, societies and even countries; each of them can decide the life and death of thousands or even tens of thousands of people as easily as choosing dinner.

But in fact……

Some of them are slaves, some are servants, some are disciples, and some are direct subordinates in the company. What these identities have in common is that their lives and emotions do not belong to themselves. In this turbid world, employee A is just an appendage of another higher being.

Even his name was given by the Patriarch: Employee A, the first employee the Patriarch had after he joined the Taihai Chain. This somewhat careless name represented the honor above millions of people.

In addition, it is difficult for Employee A to define his position in the society composed of human beings. Many of you here have fought with him to the death today, but turned your guns on him the next day and became allies in the same trench.

The reason is simple: their tendency is the tendency of the adults above them... and they are more like a prosthetic arm, a smart rifle - at most, a Taoist fruit that has been finely tuned. It is just an extension of a certain will in reality; it is their responsibility to make the holder use it more smoothly and comfortably.

Inside the council, they referred to each other as "the entourage": the big guys, the closest confidants.

Some do it for ambition, some do it out of fear, and some are simply controlled by poisons and elixirs.

The driving force behind employee A is called "loyalty", which is also the most scarce quality in today's world.

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Employee A narrowed his eyes and looked at the attendees:

The three great monks of the Dao Axis—these special operations personnel whose men had been killed like a mountain—were sitting at the far end of the conference room, their heavy bodies making the inferior iron chairs creak. They were wearing the standard Taoist uniforms and masks issued by the Dao Axis: Employee A had no way of distinguishing their specific identities; but he was sure that these were not all the armed monks who came to Luzon... The standard attack team of the Dao Axis had five to seven people.

In the second row to the right of employee A is the unfamiliar and weak new "Administrative Manager" of the Java Group. Beside him are three "tiger minions"; most of these employees are disposable appendages of the behemoth, and only those with amazing talents can survive until they are promoted. It seems that the behemoth that the Java Group has prepared this time is still a "tiger".

If Employee A had not received the video footage in advance, he would have confused them with the disguised tourists in the conference room.

They raised their lifeless eyes, veins popping out from under their dark circles. The manager in the lead glanced at Employee A woodenly, then continued to stare at the ceiling of the air-raid shelter, which was already covered with fungi.

Employee A also turned his head away and avoided making too much eye contact with them - looking too much would easily awaken the beast: Besides, what was the point of making so much eye contact with these accessories?

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Chapter 232: The Fifth Day of Civil Unrest (Part )

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Behind the Java Group are two representatives from SeaLion Holdings. Mr. Ka's city is not far from Luzon, but its representatives are still naturally reserved. They wear the same black-framed glasses, and their ivory-white T/C shirts are tightly tucked into their khaki pants.

"Mr. Ka won't come in person..."