Injuried
"Today's press conference will still be held on the 26th floor. Let the reporters go in and wait..."
"Yes, sir, I'll arrange it right away!"
Sharon received the order to log off. York waved his hand and the communication channel was closed. He turned around and looked at the room through the glass.
Layers of bloody gauze were removed from the muscular upper body, revealing hideous wounds.
The powder turned the surrounding skin a sickly white, and if you weren't careful, it would fall off again due to the pulling force.
It has been 7 days. If someone had not insisted on not using anesthesia or cell repair technology, and even refused the help of the robot therapist, with Infinity's ability, how could there be no improvement for so long?
But even if the other party's physical condition has deteriorated to a certain extent, York can only let him go.
After all, the person who could persuade him is still missing.
"G, didn't I tell Kinsley not to release any reports about BI? What's going on?"
York noticed the holographic screen in front of the patient and said in a rather unpleasant tone.
This is his home in Palo Alto, loaded with the world's top AI assistance system created by him, which always follows his instructions first.
"Sir, I'm still running normally, but the system is connected to a more powerful CPU. Even if I close other accessories to catch up, the code will still be overwritten. I'm sorry."
A rather elegant electronic sound came, and York instinctively looked towards the laboratory.
K-127, who happened to be pushing the door open, had obviously heard about the previous conversation and nodded slightly.
"Mr. Stanson, if he wants to see it, just let him. Kinsley isn't a child, you really don't need to go to such great lengths to look after him."
What could be more powerful than G? Besides Yan's lab, it could only be Mr. Kins, who is connected to Infinity headquarters.
"Kinsley is so badly injured, don't provoke him..."
——Why are each and every one of them so troublesome?
York shook his head and walked into the room, seemingly unintentionally blocking the broadcast screen, and raised his hand to greet Tanaka and Xu Lanxi who stood up.
"Miss Xu, please go out and have a rest first."
There was still blood on the girl's hands, but her expression was the opposite. Beads of sweat hung on her forehead, and she seemed to be exhausted.
Of course, not everyone can remain indifferent when seeing the new and old scars on the body of a superstar who looks glamorous.
York was very grateful to Xu Lanxi. After all, it was she who noticed the list of reporters for the Infinity press conference that day. There was a person on the list who had clearly appeared in the same picture with Yan and Dustin.
It is a bit far-fetched that the local Norwegian ground staff specially sent to serve the private jet of overseas VIPs are also reporters of NewTech Daily.
However, after a strict investigation by the technical department, York even hacked into the intranets of all airlines, the Immigration Bureau, and the Department of Homeland Security, but failed to extract any entry and exit records of the other party.
It was Kinsley's ability to observe body movements honed through years of stage experience that allowed him to keenly notice the subtle differences between the two in some small movements.
After rigorous comparison, they finally came to the conclusion that they were almost trapped by fixed thinking and that they were not the same person at all!
Almost at the same time, Kinsley's men were searching for the ground crew member in Norway, while Infinity was still holding the press conference as planned, but they secretly added a few matrix checks when the reporters entered the headquarters building.
After the inspection, everyone went into separate lounges to wait and received Infinity's top-level hospitality before being guided into the reception room on the 26th floor.
That's not the place where Infinity usually holds press conferences.
York put on his high-end suit, tied up his half-long brown hair neatly again, and stood in front of the camera accompanied by his bodyguards and Sharon with the style of a superior, speaking eloquently based on the speech prepared by the latter.
Although everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of the invisible CTO, they also understood that this was almost a declaration to the outside world how seriously Infinity took this emergency.
And Dustin is indeed in great danger.
Fortunately, although this CTO is a technical geek, he has seen the world after all, and has a top public relations team to assist him. His charming emerald eyes with a cold gleam are enough to make them work obediently and not dare to write a single word.
The lengthy and official Q&A session was going smoothly, but just before York's closing remarks, a sudden scream rang out from the back of the conference room.
"You! What do you want to do?!!!"
All the reporters looked over and the crowd became noisy. After seeing what happened, there was deathly silence again. There was fear deep in their bones in their eyes.
In the back corner, the originally inconspicuous man now had his skin exposed outside his suit covered with mottled and flickering red spots.
It was as if he was being locked by countless sniper rifles.
The reporter's limbs were stiff, his black pupils gradually turned transparent, but his abdomen felt like it was being burned by flames, and his clothes were slowly melting from the inside out.
Finally, the abdominal cavity is exposed, covered by paper-thin skin.
"It's a bomb!!! There's a bomb--!!!"
Those who were nearby had already noticed something was amiss and their shrill cries broke the suffocating silence.
"Oh god!!! Please help me!!!"
"Au secours!!! Sauve qui peut!!!"
The conference hall was in chaos.
And just before the person closest to the gate was about to escape—
“Boom——!!!”
The extremely high-decibel explosion suddenly resounded throughout the Infinity Building.
In the billowing smoke, only a strange-looking figure stood up tremblingly, searching for something like a zombie.
Two gunshots coming from nowhere stopped it in its tracks.
Immediately afterwards, mechanisms opened in every corner of the room, and amid the roar of the turbines, the thick smoke was quickly sucked away.
A group of men in black rushed in and carried the reporters who were lying on the ground in an orderly manner.
A few of them were lucky enough to get up soberly, and then, in a daze, they opened their uniform jackets.
"Still alive?! I'm still alive?!"
——How is that possible? There's not even a scratch...
It took them a long time to realize why the Infinity staff had spilled their coffee in the independent lounge and had been so considerate as to offer them replacement clothes.
"The suit contains a smart chip that can infinitely simulate the properties of high-strength fibers like Kevlar and UHMWPE (ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene), allowing it to more quickly absorb the immense impact of an explosion. If you experience any discomfort, all medical expenses will be covered by Infinity. Thank you for your hard work, and please come back another day."
The huge conference hall didn't even have a scratch. Mr. CTO adjusted his tie, still looking elegant and noble.
In front of him, the NewTech Daily reporter who had been under close scrutiny from the very beginning no longer looked as respectable as before, his suit now tattered and hanging on his body.
The upper body, from the chest down, had no intact muscle groups, only a mechanical skeleton assembled from Nitinol alloy, with the bearings and tracks in disarray due to the explosion.
York already knew from previous matrix testing that his brain was not an iron shell like his body.
It is still a human brain, but it uses the most advanced technology to ensure activity and transmission of nerve signals.
——It is not surprising that BI’s nanotechnology can achieve this.
I just don’t know what this person has experienced in the past, and why he has ended up in this situation where he can’t even die freely.
York closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer, and waved to Sharon to take the person away.
But almost at this moment, the other party's arms and head suddenly turned a circle, and his lips opened -
"Mr. Stanson, my lord Lawrence. Bedford says hello to you!"
Countless tiny bullets were fired from the broken body along with these words.
“York!!!”
He was tackled to the ground.
…
"Could you please get out of the way first?"
The patient leaned against the head of the bed and muttered something in a bad mood.
"It all seems to be just the BI executives being sarcastic. You haven't rested in days. Why don't you just lie down and get some sleep?"
Four days ago, Vasile Kwan, the world-renowned heart surgeon and mediator of the Halden Conference, announced the death of Terrence Bedford. Coupled with the fact that the bionic bomb aimed at York did not work, from that day on, BI has been in a state of restlessness. They openly expressed sympathy for Infinity's loss of its CEO, but privately created countless obstacles.
That would have been fine, but the anti-tracking of Yan from Kinsley was not going smoothly, and the signal disappeared directly on the coastline.
Most of Norway is on the sea, and outside the North Sea is the Atlantic Ocean. It is not easy to find a signal in the vast deep sea with the obstruction of BI.
Hope turned into disappointment, and Kinsley no longer had the intention to actively seek treatment.
York looked at his friend's haggard face and sighed to himself.
At the end of the press conference that day, he never expected Kinsley to suddenly rush in.
Thinking about it, it might be because Sharon looked at the bruises on his face not long ago and said a few words for him -
"...Mr. Kinsley, perhaps you only care about Miss Yan, but please don't forget that Sir has lost two close friends at the same time. Please don't blame him too harshly..."
In short, he was blocked by Kinsley at the critical moment, and those tiny bullets that were not detected at all hit the man directly.
Fortunately, the reporter himself was already exhausted and no fatal damage was caused.
Although it’s not light.
Because of this, when Kinsley asked to preserve the broken body and continue to maintain vital signs, he agreed even though he knew it was wrong.
——He also holds the freedom of life and death of others.
"Don't worry, the wreckage of the plane is still being pieced together. If it really landed at sea, I'd hack the navy fleet and send them sailing around the Atlantic Ocean. I wouldn't stop until I brought Yan and Dustin back! But if Yan is intact and you've ruined yourself, Yan will definitely be mad at me!"
After saying this, seeing that Kinsley's expression had finally relaxed a little, he looked at Tanaka tiredly, turned around and left to prepare for the next interview.
"Sir——"
Before he could take a step, the voice of AI sounded from above his head.
"A cargo ship has forced its way to dock at New York Harbor."
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