Let them offer their loyalty

Jonas nodded, as if he felt Beigong Ling's concern, but at this moment, he was more confused. He frowned deeply: "Dorothy would not do such a thing. She knows that this will only make the situation more complicated."

Esni gripped the steering wheel nervously and whispered, "I don't know, maybe she wants to take this opportunity to capture you and then negotiate with us?"

No driving skills are required. This car carries the most advanced technology in District 25. It can reach the maximum speed with just one step on the accelerator. The outer shell is made of the same material as the fourth-generation tactical mecha. Some weapons with the same firepower as the fourth-generation tactical mecha can also be extended around the car, and it is automatically searching for the enemy.

Safety must be maximized.

The sound of explosions behind him continued, deafening, and the unique sound of mecha engines also rang out. The fourth-generation tactical mechas of the military base were directly started on a large scale.

"It's not a simple assassination, but the number is not as large as expected. They are probably afraid of being discovered, so they let a small number of psychics stand by, etc...."

Human figures appeared in the wilderness, and Jonas saw a team of soldiers quickly deployed beside the fourth-generation tactical mecha. They were wearing special combat uniforms, but they had no weapons in their hands.

The fourth-generation tactical mecha in the wilderness acts as a sentinel. This is the fourth-generation tactical mecha from District 25, not the Federation. If the Federation's fourth-generation tactical mecha is allowed to get close to here, the person in charge of this military base will have to go to military court the next day.

Beigong Ling frowned, a puzzled look on her face: "We are surrounded, but why don't these people have weapons in their hands... Psychics?"

Esni said in a deep voice, her senses almost heightened to the extreme: "I don't know, but we can't stay here. District 25 is still some distance away."

As long as they left this small area, they would be safe.

So no matter what, the car cannot stop.

"Wait, they seem to be ordinary people? No, they are psychics, and their psychic energy is expanding directly in their bodies. Are they going to explode?"

Jonas showed a thoughtful expression, but the next moment, his brows raised slightly.

The bodies of those gathered in the fourth-generation tactical mecha began to swell, just like the federal representatives in that building.

As the bodies of those controlled people gradually swelled, their skin began to become thinner and thinner. Through this paper-thin skin, one could see a blue liquid energy surging wildly in their bodies. That energy was surging in their bodies, and through their red eyes, one could seem to see the fire inside burning fiercely.

Suddenly, one of the human bodies that had expanded to the limit let out a sharp scream, and then everyone screamed. His whole body exploded like a huge firework, and a huge shock wave spread in all directions. The powerful force was enough to blow the fourth-generation tactical mecha that was at hand into pieces. The metal shell of the mecha was torn into countless pieces at the moment of the explosion, splashing out, and flames and thick smoke quickly filled the entire area.

Originally, one person's self-destruction could only damage the fourth-generation tactical mecha, but this series of explosions could blow the fourth-generation tactical mecha to pieces.

Almost at the same time as the first explosion, the other controlled people also blew themselves up one after another. The series of explosions shook the entire area, as if the end of the world was coming. Those originally majestic fourth-generation tactical mechas seemed so fragile in the face of such powerful explosive force, and were blown into ruins one after another.

It is unwise to exchange your life for a fourth-generation tactical mecha controlled by intelligent technology.

Their eyes were red and they had lost all rationality. It was obvious that they had been controlled.

What came towards them was another group of controlled people. They also began to swell up, their skin became transparent, and the blue energy liquid in their bodies surged crazily. This time, they seemed to be even crazier than before, as if they had been stimulated to have more powerful spiritual power.

Esni didn't stop, but created a flying rocket and continued to speed forward. The explosions behind her were still loud, but she could not catch up with the speed of the car at all.

Lack of reason means they won't explode prematurely. They are like one rigid program after another. They will only explode when the body can no longer hold on, or only death can detonate them prematurely.

The weapons on the vehicle were automatically searching for the enemy. The military base in District 25 had already withdrawn its hands and sent out fourth-generation tactical mechas that followed far behind, using long-range firepower to deal with the group of mad people.

It’s not that the fourth-generation tactical mecha is too fragile, but the power of the psychic’s self-detonation is only a small one, and a series of them will knock the fourth-generation tactical mecha to the ground, and then it will be blown to pieces by the swarming bombs.

To deal with such irrational psychics, just use long-range firepower to deal with them. As long as they don't get close, they will self-destruct wherever they go.

The attack on the military base was just a feint. The real killer move was on the way back to Area 25. Fortunately, the car was fast enough to leave that group of irrational psychics behind.

"Something is wrong. Dorothy is such a rational person, she would not rashly launch an attack. This does not conform to her logic at all. Has she ever thought that once we escape, the Federation will no longer be able to withstand the pressure?"

After being safe, Jonas narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that this matter was somewhat unreasonable.

Even if Dorothy wanted to resist, she would never do so at this critical moment.

The Federation's manpower was greatly weakened, and the fourth-generation tactical mechas and psychics were in short supply. Under this condition, it was absolutely impossible for Dorothy to resist.

It is absolutely impossible to destroy the federation for the sake of a temporary victory or defeat.

He opened the drink, the cool liquid flowing down his throat making him more awake.

Damn it. Instead of telling him that Dorothy would lose her mind for a momentary victory or defeat, it would be better to tell him that Dorothy was under too much pressure and had schizophrenia.

By the time they returned safely to District 25, this incident had already caused a huge uproar in District 25.

Area 555 has new information about the previous civilization

The air in District 25 was filled with anger and tension.

The signing of the contract was naturally an extremely important and eye-catching moment, and it was broadcast live. After seeing the federal representative sign, the people in District 25 cheered.

Every corner of the 25th District seemed to be infected by the joy of this moment. The children in the alley imitated the adults, holding up the free 25th District flags and running to celebrate this moment.

The street vendors temporarily put down their work and looked at the big screen in the city center, watching the important signing moment. Every face was filled with joy and anticipation.

People formed a big circle in front of the big screen in the center of the market, and when the federal representative signed, the cheers almost shook the sky.

Although there are chips that can display all kinds of information in front of our eyes, what people want is just excitement.

Although I didn't take this matter seriously before, who doesn't want to slap the face of someone who once looked down on them?

Then in the next moment, they saw the body of the federal representative swell, followed by explosions, alarms, and the startup sound of the fourth-generation tactical mecha.

The wind direction began to change.

Since that live broadcast, the streets have been filled with condemnation of the federation. Crowds have gathered in every corner, shouting, accusing, and denouncing the federation representatives who flipped tables at military bases.

The big screens on the streets played the footage of the signing ceremony in a continuous loop. Every time the federal representatives violated the contract, people would boo and express anger. Under the neon lights, angry people were preparing to march and demonstrate, demanding the severance of all ties with the federation.

They didn't understand why the Federation dared to betray them. It was obviously they who started the war and they were the ones who lost.

The company dog ​​walked on the main road of District 25. He could clearly see that merchants were boycotting the products made by the Federation. Some merchants even placed the products of the Federation at the door and let the passers-by trample on them. There were graffiti all over the walls, most of which were insults and curses against the Federation.

Guilty-heartedly, he hid his visa returning from the Federation deep in his clothes, pretended he knew nothing, and continued walking forward.

He walked past a square and saw a huge stage erected there. Hundreds of people gathered there, and a speaker was giving a passionate speech, his voice was enough to cover the entire square: "We, the people of District 25, have endured the pressure of the Federation for too long! We will no longer remain silent! We will fight for our rights and dignity! We will fuck the Federation to death!"

How could those street thugs have such good manners? Just by shouting a few slogans learned from books, they directly turned into their original swearing mode, but they still won the applause of the people below.

Sometimes, atmosphere is the most important weapon. No matter what you say, as long as what you say is in line with the thoughts of the people below and is enough to stir up emotions, that's enough.

People applauded in support of the speaker's point of view.

They whistled and shouted in front of the peacekeeping forces of District 25: "We don't want the cooperation of the shitty Federation! Protect our land! Get those bastards who think they are human beings out of here!"

In the heart of the 25th arrondissement, the mood on the streets has gradually evolved from initial dissatisfaction to anger.

Here, the old taverns, the bustling alleys, and the scenes of people holding glasses and pipes become the angry background, and the laughter and joy that once existed are replaced by angry curses and heated discussions.

In a tavern, several men sat at a table, their glasses slammed down on the wooden table. One of the middle-aged men with unshaven beards blew out a smoke ring and said angrily: "Those federal dogs! They have the nerve to turn over the table on our land! Aren't we giving them too much face!"

Another person took a deep sip of his drink and responded, "No, I heard they actually did this on the live broadcast. What a nonsense! I know you can't do this in front of others! Damn, just plant twin sunflowers when there's some sunshine?"

A man who looked younger had a hint of irony on his face. "Do the dogs of the Federation really think that they are behind the screen and we can't see their little moves? Not convinced? Then keep fighting! Do the people of the Federation think they are different from us? We, the people of District 25, are indeed a little more noble than them!"

In the corners of the streets, several women were also talking in low voices. One of them said angrily: "My son has said that he wants to fight to the death with those guys from the Federation. To be honest, I support him. Those people are too much."

Another woman said softly: "I just bought some Federal products at the market yesterday, but who knew this would happen today. I am so angry, I don't want to touch those things anymore."

"Oh, really? I'll take it at a discount. Sell me."

"Get lost! Although the products from them seem to be very cheap now, I still feel a little uncomfortable after buying them. Oh, the Federation should get lost as soon as possible."

"Just say whether you enjoy using the Federation's products or not. When it comes to products that are 70% off or half the price, you have to put aside your hatred. If you go grab them now, you can buy more bread."

On the streets, the angry crowd was like a ignited flame, burning with anger. Some people graffitied on the walls, writing all kinds of insults against the federal government, while others gathered and shouted slogans to express their dissatisfaction.

"Get lost, you federal dogs. We've already done a good job of not taking you to the wilderness in a car and building you a house to live in. Not only do you not know what's good for you, but you also want to assassinate Mr. Jonas from District 25?"

In the alley, two young men were leaning against the wall smoking. One of them said with a hint of sarcasm: "It's ridiculous that the Federation treats us like this. Damn it, I know that if you can't beat someone, you should kneel down and beg for mercy."

Another person sneered, "If they do that, it will only make more people dislike them. When the fish are really doomed to fail, they will regret it."

At a street stall, an old man selling barbecue was grilling food for customers, but his eyes were clearly angry. A customer asked, "Boss, how is the meat today?"

"Maybe it's better than the dog meat from the Federation. Damn it, are you a corporate dog from the Federation? Get lost, you don't want to sell meat to the rape of District 25! I'm reporting you!"

"Family members, give the federal dogs a heads up!"

The 25th District has now turned into a torch, almost setting the Federation on fire.

Their hostility was not directed at where they were, but was vented at targets that had been set up long ago. It was purer and more intense than when the war first started.

In the office of the Alte Foundation Building, Jonas was looking at the information in front of him with a frown.

There has been new breakthrough in information about previous civilizations.

Chapter 556: The Backhand of the Former Civilization

The classical clock that decorated the office echoed with Jonas' heartbeat. The black liquid in the coffee cup carried his thoughts. He always tapped the table habitually when thinking. It was not his habit, but a way to promote his thinking when he was thinking hard.

He let out a long sigh, then stood up, walked to the window, opened it, and the neon landscape of the city in the distance came into view. The city lights were flickering, and the 25th District was still bustling.

The anger outside against the Federation had almost no impact on the order of District 25, so Jonas ignored it. Now he had more important things to do.

Jonas supported his chin with both hands. He was the only one in the office. Now he actually hoped that Iris or Eiffel would eat cake in front of him to ease his mood.

He was not nervous about the unknown situation, but was upset by the sudden change in the plot of the script that should have been well planned, just like someone messed up his cleaned room, or someone twisted the Rubik's Cube again.

But fortunately, apart from this bad news, there was some good news from the R&D department during this period, so it’s not bad.

However, all these messages were poured into his communication. Data and information were all directly transmitted and stuffed in. Among them were the dining records of the R&D department's cafeteria, which gave Jonas a headache.

The office door opened, and Eiffel walked in. He glanced at Jonas, who was holding a cup of coffee. "Mr. Jonas, the information from the R&D department has been sorted out. I told them not to put any messy things into important documents in the future."

In the desolate area, the expedition team of the Alt Consortium once went deep into the underground ruins and found some well-preserved electronic data. These data were not simply stored in a simple way, but were preserved through the unique encryption technology of the former civilization. Despite the erosion of time, they still retained their original information.

But because of this, it cannot be easily deciphered, and the news was only recently released.

The task of organizing the information was left to Eiffel. Regardless of whether it gave her a headache or not, it was enough for her to sort out the important and unimportant information and hand it over to Jonas in just a dozen minutes.

You can’t just glance at it at the beginning and throw it into the trash folder. Instead, you have to read it carefully before putting it in there. Finally, important and unimportant information should be directly classified.

"Thank you, Eiffel."

Jonas received the document from Eiffel and looked at it carefully.

He guessed in his heart that Dorothy's sudden change might be related to the previous civilization, but he was not sure.

The pre-civilization era was significantly different from today's civilization. Their technology and knowledge were far superior to modern humans, but they suddenly disappeared at a certain point in time, leaving only these materials buried underground.

Combining the information from Beigong Ling before, he could see some clues.

The data describes in detail the previous civilization's pursuit of ascension. This ascension is not an evolution on the material level, but a sublimation on the spiritual level. They believe that only through a certain specific ritual can the soul be freed from the constraints of matter and reach a higher dimension of existence.

The pursuit of ascension took up a large part of the text, which gave Jonas a headache, but he still read on patiently.

However, the cost of this ritual is extremely staggering. They believe that in order to complete the ascension, the entire civilization must be sacrificed and made extinct, at the cost of completing the sublimation of the soul. They use the soul of a civilization to achieve their spiritual enhancement. For this, they have made countless preparations.

"This is exactly what I imagined. When I saw the word 'ascension', I knew that I would have to pay an extremely high price. There are no free jobs in this world for you to work for..."

As if to ease his inner restlessness, Jonas slowly exhaled.

Even the characters in the game have to consume countless experience books and breakthrough materials to increase their strength, not to mention how much the previous civilization had to sacrifice in order to ascend.

If he guessed correctly, it was the Zerg that were sacrificed, so Xiao An felt so depressed and tired when he shared memories with him before.

If the ascension is successful, it will probably go straight to a higher dimension, which is a completely incomprehensible existence.

Jonas paused and continued reading. The next paragraph contained records about the spirit of previous civilizations, the increase and decrease of spirit strength, and even various records of sacrifices, to prove that the method of sacrifice was indeed feasible.

Looking a little further down, Jonas found that what came into view was a pile of incomprehensible words.

"Mr. Jonas, I have sorted the unimportant information into another folder, but I cannot interpret the incomprehensible text. I heard from the R&D staff that this text is mixed in with the data and there is no way to decipher or guess it."

Eiffel saw Jonas's subtle expression and guessed what he had seen: "I had no way of judging whether this text was valuable, so I put it in the file as it was."

"I see, you did great, Eiffel."

Jonas nodded and continued to look down.

The words "Pioneer Program" appeared in a short paragraph. The Pioneer Program was a backup plan left by the previous civilization.

Jonas looked through the materials carefully, especially the part about the Pioneer Program.

This plan seems extremely grand, but behind it lies the deep contempt of the previous civilization for modern civilization.

From the words in these materials, Jonas could see that the previous civilization had no feelings for the civilization that appeared later. They believed that humans who were not from the previous civilization were not of the same race as them, and even their thoughts were different. How could their civilizations be the same? The current civilization was not considered human.

The Pioneer Program was a plan they implemented to ensure the failure of the previous civilization's sacrifice plan and for future revival. As long as certain people had sufficient qualifications, the backup plan left by the previous civilization would give them the previous civilization's technology and knowledge, hoping that these people could become the heirs of the previous civilization.

The so-called heir is just a body that may be taken over by another person. If an accident occurs at that time, they can use other means to take over this person's body and continue to make plans in secret.

In their eyes, the current civilization is just a tool that can be used, and may even be worse than the Zerg. If the Pioneer Plan is implemented, it means that the previous civilization has no way out and the plan has failed, so they will choose to launch this plan.