Earth Destruction Plan

?? The girl transformed into a peach carrying a small bag, walked through the door of the luxury hotel looking left and right, a 7-seat medium-sized van on the next street started at the same time, turned sharply out of the back alley, and stopped at the door at the right time. The car door slid into a gap, and the girl just bent over and got in quickly.

When the door was closed, the bright sunshine was immediately blocked out of the car. The car speeded up silently, drove off the side road, and plunged into the turbulent car river.

On the back seat of the gloomy carriage, sitting a white man with short hair, the slightly opened roof window slapped a light on his face from top to bottom, making his face look like a knife-carved statue as fortitude, with his hands folded. Tucked in front of her chest, she looked at the girl with a grim look at the girl who was still combing her hair with the mirror: "How is it? Did you ask?"

The girl put away her makeup mirror and chuckled happily: "All the materials left by the head of state have been sent to Carson City, the United States in the pre-Earth era!"

The other man sitting next to him nodded, put his hand in the girl’s long hair, and lightly nodded somewhere on the back of her head. The blonde girl’s eyes froze immediately, and her body became loose. He became tight and sat up straight with his back.

"The system task is complete, the data is being deleted!" From the blonde girl's mouth, a blunt electronic voice was issued.

"Very good!" The white man sitting in jeopardy commanded the operator, "We will set off to Carson immediately. Please contact the comrades in the branch there to prepare them for armed looting, although forcible means is not necessary. , But you still have to be prepared with both hands!"

"Yes!" replied the young man with messy hair, and then changed his confused expression, "Bruce, I really don't understand the use of such a lot of trouble to find a batch of trash?"

"I don't know about this... Nelson, but don't be careless!" The man called Bruce is about forty years old. His face is a typical American, with a blue-gray beard stubble and two deep eye sockets. Deeply recessed, under the shadow it is like wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. His expression is always cold and fortitude, like a warrior standing by at any time. "Although I don’t know what I’m looking for in the end, I know it’s certain to the leader. It is very important, and even related to the ultimate success or failure of this operation, otherwise, the leader will never issue such strict execution instructions, even at the expense of the organization, but also to find it!"

"What would exceed the meaning of the organization's existence?" Nielsen looked to the side of the female robot that had been turned off, and then looked out of the car window in a daze...

Three days later, on the outskirts of Carson in the pre-Earth era, the sky was slightly drizzling. In the early spring, the sky was overcast and cold. Three or five men in black ponchos bowed their heads and walked towards the gate of the "car cemetery".

The so-called car cemetery is a recycling station for scrapped automobiles. There are thousands of rusty scrapped vehicles piled up here. Some are even as high as five or six-story buildings. Automobiles of various colors are covered in dust and rust. Under the cover, the face becomes blurred, and many broken beams and bumpers are inserted between the piles of cars, making it look like a post-modern industrial ruin.

Outside the car cemetery is a simple barbed wire fence. A four-meter wire fence encloses the huge space in the middle. Outside along the foot of the fence, there is a muddy path. Several black shadows are stepping deep and shallow. Slippery muddy water came to the gate.

One of them reluctantly raised his hand and shook the door of the cemetery with a clatter. The light of the guard's cabin lit up the only warm light against the turquoise background, pulling a small spring door and squeaking open. , The old man at the door leaned out holding an old-fashioned shotgun, and the wooden door behind him slammed shut...

"Hi, old Luke, it's been a long time, my friend!" The man who patted the door forced to greet him warmly.

Old Luke squinted his eyes in the rain and looked at the five or six people who came to visit. He limped down from the steps of the wooden house, took out the key and opened the thick chain of his arm, and a seam flashed out. A few people walked in.

"I said, how are you doing lately, buddy?" The man who led the way in continued to greet him with boring words.

"It's still that ghost..." Old Luke carried the shotgun on his shoulders, pointed towards the muddy road in the middle of the car cemetery, and several people strolled in side by side.

"Oh, that's not bad, you run such a big factory, you must have a good time, have you contacted your son recently? I heard that he is doing a good job outside!"

"It's been a long time since I called!" Speaking of his son, Old Luke showed a strange embarrassment on his face. "You know, we had a big quarrel, and he left. I heard that he was in the army of the local country. I have planned an errand, and I don’t know if I’m still on the earth..."

"That's good too!" The man took off his black poncho hat, wiped the rain off his face, and said, imitating the tone of the advertisement on the TV. "Join the military alliance of the country and become the next cosmic hero. It is you. !"

"Don't be kidding you anymore!" Old Luke looked up at the cold ghost weather, "Even Carson City can start the spring icy rain. What can be good? The children of their generation, there is no such thing. I have seen the blood moon people, how do you know how powerful they are? Even if they are on the battlefield, they will become the unjust souls of the universe!"

"Oh?" Bruce, who walked behind and said nothing, suddenly became interested, and said abruptly, "Have you seen the blood moon man? I mean, in the real war..."

Old Luke listened to the question of the man behind him and stopped in front of a pile of rubbish. He took off the shotgun he was carrying on his shoulder, then pulled up a pair of trousers to expose the titanium alloy prosthesis inside, and knocked it with a black steel barrel. He knocked, and said: "This is what was left when the mechanical war insects invaded the mainland in the first year of Dust... At that time, my grandfather tried hard to push me away. A big living person instantly became in front of me. A pile of broken blood, you know, in a blink of an eye, even the bones are gone!"

"How old were you then?" Bruce asked admiringly.

"Four years old! The first memory of life is this!" Old Luke curled his lips on his white beard and sighed, "No matter how people outside promote it, I still can't imagine it. Fortunately, I can't live for a few days. Now, there is no need to go through the second war...just the children of this generation, alas, it's worrying!"

He was talking, turning around and pointing to the pile of two-person trash behind him: "Hey, it's all the useless trash left after the demolition of the head of state of the country. It's all piled up here. What are you looking for? Go find it... But I guess these things are useless to you, I don't think you are like ordinary people!"

"Oh?" Bruce was attracted by the keen observation of the old man~www.wuxiaspot.com~Do you know what we are looking for? "

Old Luke smiled confidently, then led a group of people around the tall trash mountain and walked to the back of the trash dump. There was a broken black tarp, he bent down with difficulty and brushed it. It opened, revealing what looked like a coffin inside. Obviously, after long-distance transportation, it was covered with all kinds of dirty marks, mud, and some black engine oil.

He straightened up triumphantly and looked at the mysterious visitors who were in a daze with surprise.

Bruce stepped up first, squatted down and looked at the huge metal box carefully. The mud mixed with rain covered its original appearance. Bruce wiped it with his hand, revealing the gray metal below.

He hurriedly tore off the old wires and tape wrapped around the surface of the cabin three or two, then took off his cover, and solemnly wiped the place that looked like glass. By the rain, the muddy glass was wiped as fresh as before. , It was dark inside, so he had to take out his portable flashlight and shine it inside...

The face of an Oriental man with his eyes closed, reflected in the light...