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Chapter 123 Communication

"breathe!"

"what!!"

After breathing heavily, Meng Donglai felt himself alive.

When he opened his eyes, he returned to the virtual space in the besieged city.

The first time he regained consciousness, Meng Donglai quickly opened the Sumi Space, and he was greatly relieved when he saw that the brain was lying in it safe and sound.

too risky.

According to the rules of the system, if the purchased equipment is left in the previous world, it is really lost.He didn't think the rewarded equipment would be anything special. If he hadn't endured the severe pain to take back the brain when he was dying, he probably would have lost this artifact.

He knew that the source code traversed was not a virtual world, but a real parallel world.

If it is really lost, unless one day he masters a very powerful ability to travel through parallel worlds, it will be impossible to get it back.

"Hold on!"

"Slow down your heartbeat!"

The voice of female officer Goodwin came from the side, and her steady tone made Meng Donglai's violent heartbeat slowly slow down.

"Did you find the bomb?"

"Yes." Meng Donglai wanted to hold her back and chat with her more, so as not to be quickly thrown into a parallel world to find answers.

The first time he died too simply, he didn't feel anything yet.

The experience of death this time was too clear, and he really didn't want to experience that kind of endless pain again.

"Where is it?" Goodwin asked again.

Now that the bait is set, it's my turn to ask, right?

"Who is he? The man on crutches in the surveillance? Is he the boss here? I want to talk to him."

"That's impossible, Captain."

"I want to speak to your commander."

"You can talk to him after completing the mission."

"I am a serving soldier. I am loyal to my country in Afghanistan. I perform missions every day. I flew twice yesterday and stayed in the sky almost all day. You can't treat me like this. I want to talk to you right now. Talk to your superior.” Meng Donglai knew that what he said would become text on the computer screen outside, and what Goodwin could see was only his brain activity, not his expression, so he tried his best to express his emotions. Integrate into the text to enhance the appeal.

"You've been with us for the past two months." Sure enough, Goodwin started to chat with him head-on, but that's all, and then began to ask about the progress of the mission: "Have you found the person who set up the bomb?"

"No. Where is my comrade-in-arms? Who is responsible for this experiment? I am a current captain officer, and I am qualified to know more details about the experiment."

"Captain, this is not a mock test. You have taken countless lives on your shoulders."

"What life?" Meng Donglai asked knowingly, he couldn't let Goodwin keep the initiative in chatting.

"What do you remember about the bomb? Describe the detonator." Goodwin returned to the topic again.

"Wait a minute, what life are you talking about? You have to tell me clearly." Meng Donglai was very uncooperative, as long as they couldn't get what they wanted, they had to cooperate with him.

Sure enough, Meng Donglai saw that Goodwin left the monitoring range of the monitor, so he probably asked the doctor for instructions.

After a short while, Goodwin reappeared on the monitor.

"At 41:100 this afternoon, a series of explosions occurred at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Six large explosions occurred around the finish line, almost leveling the buildings within a radius of 200 meters of the entire finish line. According to statistics, the death toll has exceeded [-] people were killed. The scene is still being cleaned up urgently, which is where you were just now."

"Aren't I here? You are talking to me." Meng Donglai asked.

"A Chinese student named Donglai Meng was there at the time, and in short, he is you now. Every second I spend explaining, more innocent lives are put in danger," he said.

Time is indeed tight. The goal of mission one is to prevent the terrorist attack on the Kennedy Presidential Library, which shows that Meng Donglai also needs to stop the next wave of terrorist attacks before they attack.

However, Meng Donglai still needs her to speak more clearly, so that the two can communicate more deeply, and it is possible to complete task two: "Nonsense!"

"The Marathon bombing is just the first wave of a series of attacks. There will be more to come. Have you found the bomb?" Goodwin ignored Meng Donglai's anger and continued to ask.

Meng Donglai was faintly impatient hearing her voice, and understood that if he continued to resist, there was a high probability that he would be thrown into the parallel world again, so he had to give her some useful information first.

"In the trash can, northeast of the finish line, on the right side of the road, and on the left side, I didn't find the exact location."

"The detonator is still unclear."

"Very well, Captain, you have done a very good job."

"Can you tell me what's going on with me now? My father knows..." Meng Donglai tried to communicate again.

"Captain, this time, please take completing the task as the first goal, and don't do other useless things." Before Meng Donglai finished speaking, Goodwin directly ordered: "Power on!"

Then, the painful feeling of being torn apart, squeezed, and rolled together came over again.
……

Human endurance is really amazing. Although the pain of this time travel has not diminished, after crossing over, Meng Donglai obviously felt that the physical reaction was not as severe as the last time.

He wanted to open the Sumeru space and take out the brain, but Meng Donglai hesitated again.

The feeling of almost not taking back Zhinao last time had a profound impact on him.

According to Goodwin, the explosion was a series of explosions, which occurred six times in total, and the entire 100-meter radius of the finish line was flattened.If this death is more sudden than the last time, and there is no time to recover the brain, the loss will be great.

While hesitating, Meng Donglai slowed down again.

"Donglai, can't you run anymore? What's wrong today? You don't have as much endurance as the two of us. Are you feeling unwell?" It was Lingzi's greeting again.

"I sprained my ankle, you guys go to the finish line first, I'll rest here for a while." Meng Donglai casually made an excuse.

He didn't plan to go to the finish line this time, he still wanted to see what would happen if he didn't die.

"How about we take you to see a doctor first." Dan Lin turned around and walked over with concern.

"It's okay, just a little problem, just a twist, you keep running, you're almost at the finish line, it's a pity to give up." Meng Donglai waved his hand.

"Okay, we'll come back and take care of you after we cross the finish line." Seeing Meng Donglai's insistence, Dan Lin pulled Lingzi and ran ahead again.

Meng Donglai looked at the backs of the two of them and guessed what the relationship between the three of them was. Both women had an extraordinary concern for him.

Walking to the roadside, Meng Donglai sat directly on the ground and waited for 8 minutes to pass.

1 minute, 2 minutes..., 8 minutes.

There was a violent explosion sound ahead, and the disturbance of the air could be clearly felt a kilometer away.

(End of this chapter)