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Song Xu held the thin leaflet in his hand and read it over and over again.
Song Feng had already scolded him in anger. The nearby bombs had been completely dismantled. The captain and leader Lorraine were not here. Now, as the deputy captain, Song Feng had the highest status.
Song Feng felt humiliated by his cousin Song Xu's absence from duty.
For Song Feng and his team, Lorraine's identity was also kept secret - apart from the title of "training camp instructor", Song Feng could not get any information about Lorraine, not even his military title and responsibilities.
This means that Lorraine's military rank was at least major general.
This is quite scary.
Being able to reach the rank of major general at such a young age proves that he either has a noble family background or is extremely capable.
Many people leave the expedition team and transfer to the army, but few can be promoted all the way; people want to move up, and Song Feng also longs for better development. Just an expedition team is not enough to satisfy his ambition. He longs for more power, and in order to achieve this, the fastest way is to accumulate enough experience in the expedition team, have a fixed title, and then join the army, so that he can start directly as a senior non-commissioned officer and be promoted.
Throughout history, there have been those who have been able to rise through the ranks in the military without any connections - yes, but they are rare, and require strong strength, like the mysterious legend Hector; and constant wars are needed to hone and select true military geniuses.
Apart from this, there must be a strong parental background, or the partner's parents must hold power.
Song Feng and Song Xu are the first generation in their family to embark on this path.
Before this, their family focused on business and no one pursued a career in politics.
Song Xu happened to fall in love with an ordinary "D" grade girl. No, she was not even "ordinary". Her family even fled from the 23rd District and were almost brought to court and sent to the place where they came from.
When this family first arrived in District 1, they were able to obtain a residence permit by working as domestic workers for the Song Xu family.
Who knew that they would repay their kindness with hatred and even want to pollute them with inferior genes.
I don’t know why Ivy worked so hard, but she actually made it to the expedition team training camp and almost got selected for Iris’ reserve team.
"That's last year's flyer. Don't read it," Song Feng said to his cousin, kindly advising him, "This year's new round of data census is about to begin. Do you really not want to meet the daughter of that major general?"
Song Xu said: "No."
He was stunned: "This year, the matching degree is more than 75%...Last year, the matching degree between Ivy and I was poor..."
Song Feng walked away before he finished listening, fearing that he would be infected with the love bug.
He was disappointed to find that his cousin was completely hopeless.
Last year, Song Xu overcame all objections and convinced his family that if Ivy matched him more than 90 percent, he would marry her.
In order to prevent such a terrible thing from happening, Song Feng used a little trick and secretly replaced Song Xu's sample with his own.
He believed that he would never fall in love with Ivy, and even hated her - the compatibility between the two of them would be incredibly low.
Song Feng, who was on a mission, didn't know the exact value of the matching degree; he only knew that after he returned home, he heard that Ivy was married.
The other party and a highly compatible man completed the wedding in a low-key manner.
Many people in the family were invited, but only Song Xu went. After returning, Song Xu was drunk and cried, choking and saying that Ivy's marriage was terrible and her husband didn't even show up at the wedding.
He is indeed a bad guy who is highly compatible with D.
Song Feng has no interest in breeding between inferior genes.
In his view, the continuous transmission of this bad DNA through reproduction is the end of humanity. If these things are not eliminated, humans will never be able to evolve, but will be restrained and eventually go to extinction.
He is one of those who agrees with eliminating the inferior "D" and "E" genes. Last year, Song Feng also voted in favor of the artificial genetic screening project for parenting.
Song Xu did not mention what happened to Ivy's husband. He only vaguely said that he seemed to work in the military, but his specific position was unclear.
Song Feng thought that the only person who could be paired with D would probably be someone who was equally bad as D.
Maybe he was just an ordinary soldier.
At that time, he did not stop the drunk Song Xu from calling Ivy. Now he is too lazy to care about his "hopeless" cousin and does not want to listen to his unmanly nagging.
Walking towards his teammates, Songfeng raised his wrist and checked the time.
There are still ten minutes left before the appointment with Lorraine.
He hesitated whether to bring anyone in.
...If Lorraine can't come out within ten minutes, should we call someone to blow up the building?
Artificial intelligence has become increasingly cunning in recent years and has even begun to set traps.
Lorraine’s military rank was not low, and if he was killed directly by the bomb, Song Feng would have to bear the responsibility; but if he was left alone and caused more casualties, what should be done?
Song Feng lowered his head, watching the second hand of the mechanical watch move slowly, and noticed that the air was getting colder.
The spring evening breeze slowly blew away his inner anxiety.
Nine minutes left.
In a building surrounded by vines.
Ivy and Lorraine are trapped in the central hall of the first level.
After being carried down the wire by Lorraine with one hand, the originally dark and empty hall changed its appearance. The passage leading to the door disappeared, and they were trapped between twisted walls.
"Space conversion," Lorraine finally put Ivy down. He pulled out the pistol from his waist and threw it to Ivy: "Use this."
Ivy took it steadily with one hand and raised the gun in her right hand: "I have one too."
"Great," Lorraine turned sideways and took a look at what she was holding. "It turned out to be a gun. I thought it was a toy given to you in kindergarten."
Ivy: "...This is a uniform equipment for the training camp!"
"Excuse me," Lorraine said, "How could you be so naive as to think that the training camp gave the rookies weapons with high lethality?"
Ivy: “…”
"Put it away," Lorraine said. "This is not your playground."
Ivy put away the gun issued by the training camp.
The gun that Lorraine gave her was unexpectedly lighter, a rich black color, with a string of silver numbers engraved on the handle. Every military gun has a serial number, and the last two letters of this serial number are engraved with "L·H", which is probably the iconic abbreviation of the gun owner... L, Luo, what is H?
Ivy only remembered that in an ancient online literature research class, the teacher once said that ancient online writers used a capital "H" to implicitly indicate "this novel contains a lot of erotic content."
That's definitely not what's meant here.
After carefully touching the gun, Ivy understood its specific function. She had learned how to use it in class. She looked around cautiously and asked, "Teacher, what is space conversion?"
"It's a phenomenon that was discovered at the beginning of this year," Lorraine said briefly. "In the wasteland, some places that have been occupied by artificial intelligence for a long time have undergone changes. For example, just like a building with blocks, they can easily and quickly replace everything on the first and second floors, causing--"
Ivy pondered: "Just like the 'ghost wall' in the traditional story, they can make humans walk the same path forever by constantly swapping the positions of two rooms or two floors of stairs, right?"
Lorraine said, “Yes, I talked about this in my last class.”
Ivy reminded: "Teacher, you rejected my admission as an auditing student."
“That’s the rule.”
"I know it's the rule," Ivy pleaded, "I just want to attend the class. I don't need the credits, and I don't need to take up your energy. Is that okay?"
Before she finished her words, Lorraine stretched out her arm to stop her from moving forward.
They turned on the searchlight on their wrists and saw a dark mass in front of them. A deep, black pit appeared in front of them.
Ivy was stunned.
"You interrupted the space conversion before it was completed," Lorraine put away the searchlight and praised her. "Well done."
There has been a lack of detailed examples as research data on how artificial intelligence performs spatial transformation.
Especially in recent years, in order to minimize sacrifices, many servers hidden in high-rise buildings have been directly destroyed by airplanes.
This time, Ivy accidentally broke into the system and successfully locked onto a server.
There is no need to blow it up. Next we can notify the military to take control of the building and study the specific principles of space conversion. Perhaps we can decipher more information about the recent development of artificial intelligence.
Lorraine raised her wrist and checked the time.
Eight minutes left.
He needed to take his strange wife out as soon as possible and let Song Feng stop sending orders.
There is no road here. Lorraine looked around, took off his gloves, closed his eyes, and used his palms to feel the wind direction nearby.
He opened his eyes and headed decisively due north.
Ivy followed closely behind.
She smells like a coconut.
A coconut with its shell opened, with fine white fresh coconut meat and clear, sweet water. All you need to do is open it, open it, and peel off its clothes like peeling a shell.
Lorraine irritably tried to put on gloves.
He now needs a breathing mask and an oxygen tank.
If Lorraine had known it was her in the building, she would have brought these things in.
Click.
The glove fell from his palm. Lorraine stopped and was about to bend down to pick it up, but Ivy had already picked it up and handed it to him.
"teacher."
She is very fast and responsive.
In the darkness, Lorraine's face was uncertain. He quickly took the gloves from her hand and said, "Thank you."
He was in desperate need of some suppressant pills to numb his senses moderately.
Ivy was determined to get closer to this serious teacher. She was now more interested in his practical class than ever before: "Teacher, are you having a fever?"
Lorraine said, “No.”
He quickly put on the gloves, but the warmth from her body still on them made him uncomfortable.
It's like showing a soft cake to a person who has been hungry for three days and only allowing him to lick a little bit of the cream.
Lorraine would rather not take the first bite.
"Wear your mask and don't let anyone see your face," Lorraine instructed. "If anyone asks, I'll say you're my student. Got it?"
Ivy understood his intention and said gratefully: "Thank you, teacher."
"If you really want to thank me," Lorraine said in a cold voice, "just keep your distance from me."
Ivy was overwhelmed with joy at having successfully "hid the truth from the world", knowing that this was Lorraine's tacit consent for her to be in the expedition team - she carefully avoided the steps on the ground and missed Lorraine's next words.
The passage ahead was narrow, and she was worried that there might be an ambush. She took a few quick steps and followed Lorraine, close enough to clearly smell his clean scent. Unconsciously, she got closer and closer. Following behind him, Ivy had an inexplicable sense of security: "Sorry, teacher, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly - uh -"
Lorraine suddenly turned around and pressed her hard against the wall.
Ivy was completely unprepared for Lorraine, and only realized what had happened when her back touched the cold wall.
She immediately tensed her body, raised her hands to resist, and bent her knees to attack his vital points fiercely, but the opponent blocked her arms with one hand and forced one leg between her hips, completely preventing her from moving.
Lorraine's arm was across her neck, and the silver cufflinks on his military uniform were cold against her chin. Ivy felt like a nailed experimental frog.
The searchlight disappeared and everything fell into complete darkness. Ivy breathed lightly, and her mouth and nose were filled with the scent of Lorraine.
This close-range blend of energy made her feel subtly violated.
In the narrow space between the walls, she could only see Lorraine's sharp eyes.
The person being stared at has the illusion of being shot by a hunting rifle.
Ivy asked, "Teacher?"
"You like to call me teacher so much," Lorraine's voice was emotionless, like an interrogation, "When you filled in 'good at role-playing', is this what you mean?"
Ivy was confused: "What?"
"Listen," Lorraine pressed his arm down in a threatening gesture, and said in a deep voice, "You should know that everything now is simply the effect of hormones. I've heard about your courage to resist, and I admire your spirit of not admitting defeat, which is good... Then be more determined, don't be blinded by hormones, and stay away from me."
Ivy's heart skipped a beat and she felt a little uneasy.
etc.
Did Lorraine notice that she was admiring his face?
"I know you're reluctant," Lorraine said, "so keeping a moderate distance will benefit both you and me. I will try my best to compensate you, but the premise is that you can leave the wasteland alive and return to the training camp - from now on, conserve your energy and don't seek temporary happiness."
He spoke cryptically, implicitly reminding Ivy who kept getting closer to him.
——Keep your distance.
He could already feel the hormonal effects of being a perfect match, hormones that he could not help but secrete when he was near her.
Hormones also affect her, which is probably why she keeps getting closer.
Just like on their wedding night, she would ask that question, even if she was drunk, she still wanted to do something with him that was driven by hormones.
But that was just hormones, not her intention.
People should not be like animals, whose preferences are controlled by hormones.
Human beings should not succumb to the vanity of hope.
Straightforward words would come across as harassment, and Lorraine didn't think their relationship was close enough to discuss it.
He is a relatively conservative person.
Ivy was delighted: "You mean, can I reapply to become a frontline warrior of the expedition team?"
"Your ability to focus is as ridiculous as your toy gun," Lorraine said coldly, "You need to keep a proper distance from me."
Reason and the urge to bite her overlapped repeatedly.
Lorraine, who ruled strictly, kept secret reminders.
"Teacher," Ivy said cautiously, "If you don't want to be criticized for being a dad, you need to be careful with your words."
very good.
Lorraine changed her mind.
He planned to talk less to her.
Taking a deep breath, Lorraine calmed down: "Remember what I said, don't say stupid things when you get out."
He is sweating.
The muscles under the military uniform were hot, the veins on the skin were bulging, and the senses, which were particularly sensitive during this special period, were suffering from the effect of hormones. Her breath and smell were like explosives that could be ignited at any time.
Ivy didn't know where the other person's slight shudder came from.
She was uneasy.
Did Lorraine hate her too much? Was he so angry that he was like this? He was so angry that his body was hot and shaking, and now the way he looked at her was... so scary.
Lorraine let go of his hand, suddenly turned around and strode north. He raised his hand and accurately cut the wall with the laser gun.
The wall in front of them collapsed outward with a loud bang, dust flew everywhere, and the sunlight outside shone brightly in. He turned around and glanced at Ivy who was following behind him.
Ivy followed in big strides, explaining, "I'm in the supply storage truck now. I'll be staying there tonight. It's very safe."
"Good," said Lorraine, "you seem to know that I can't take care of you."
"Yes," Ivy nodded, "I am very grateful that the teacher is willing to help me... Don't worry, the person in the supply storage vehicle is my good friend Song Xu, and he will help me keep my identity strictly secret."
Lorraine stopped abruptly.
He asked, "Song Xu?"
——The note is the ex-boyfriend of "Sweet Little Squirrel".
——Last year, Song Xu, who matched her with 89.999 percent?