Detroit: Get poorer.

My hair stood on end almost immediately, and I checked the tracking device. Marcus hadn't gone far, and it almost coincided with my position, it was him.Carefully recalled encounters with Marcus.

When we first met, I verbally said that I would sell them, and they disappeared, and then Marcus No. [-], who held the TV crew hostage, so to speak, this is the second time I met him. How did it appear?

Is it the memory of the original owner?Or, did I forget something?

It feels like there is a sword of Damocles hanging above my head, and I always feel that something important has been overlooked.

"Didi" is the sound of the bracelet receiving messages.

Marcus sent over almost all of their plans for the night of the 9th.

Why is he so worried about me?The plan is fake?There is no need to do this.

I was thinking about his plan. My task was to press the switch on the cracked monitoring manager. This task can be replaced by any human, because it only needs to pass through a special human scanner.

How did Marcus know that this information about time travel would be worth my risk? I haven't told anyone about time travel.

Tomorrow night awaits with a mixture of wonder and an indescribable excitement.

On the other side, inside Jericho—

North, sitting on the oil drum, clearly disapproved.

"Marcus, how could you entrust such an important project to a human? It would put all of us androids in danger!"

Marcus was silent for a while and said: "When I was trafficked to Wentley's house by the illegal bionic human trafficking group...he was very fascinated by time and space travel, and his original purpose of buying me was to steal the research materials of the American Emperor's laboratory, Later, I secretly reported him to his boss, and he was dismissed, but he still didn’t seem to give up, and secretly continued to buy several bionics one after another... So, with the experimental data as bait, he is credible.”

North didn't know anything about Wintley's past, so she just kept silent and stopped expressing her opinion.

Simon turned his head and glanced at his companion, and then at the dilapidated Jericho.

"Even if we fail, free will will succeed."

On the evening of November 11th——

It was still snowing when I went out, but only the bionics were still sweeping and shoveling snow on the street at this time, and there were not even many humans shopping.

I wore a black hat and a long scarf that covered the lower half of my face, only my eyes were exposed. To be on the safe side, I also wore a long wig and a pair of high-heeled shoes that could be used as sharp weapons. Before turning off the monitoring , My image will be directly uploaded to the criminal identification department of the police station. However, even the mother of the original owner will not be able to recognize it.

Still, it's f*cking cold in Detroit in November, and I'm stamping my feet while I wait for Marcus to pick me up.

Hey, is there an earthquake? !The manhole cover at the bottom of my feet seemed to push up, and I was so scared that I quickly jumped away.

I watched the androids crawl out one by one.Did they think they were Mario?Fortunately, the sewers in Detroit are still clean.

Marcus motioned the other androids to go first, gave me what appeared to be surprise, and motioned for me to follow.

It wasn't until they ran away without saying anything that I realized that the gap between humans and bionics was so big.To make matters worse, I was still wearing high heels, as for taking them off and running?The snow-covered road immediately put me off the idea.

Marcus, who had been hanging behind the team, seemed unable to understand my slow speed. When he waited for me to run past him out of breath, he suddenly carried me like a sack on his shoulders and ran away.

My stomach! ! !I patted him on the shoulder hard. Although I couldn't see his LED light, I thought it should be yellow.

He hesitated to put me down, another princess picked me up and chased the team ahead.

...... what a shame.I figured all I could do was cling to my scarf and hat and let them save what little face I had left.

Fortunately, with the blessing of Marcus's sprint-like speed, I saw the logo of the Mokong company from a distance, and they lurked behind the flower bed in tacit understanding without saying a word.

Imperial Laboratory Area A——

"Dr. Zola...Does it really not need to be reported to the FBI about the theft of experimental data? If the thief returns to history, it will cause unimaginable damage to the country!"

Dr. Zola, with a pair of panda eyes, yawned, waved his hand and said, "It's not the data of time travel, it can only be the data of traveling back and forth."

The assistant was puzzled.

Zora took out a pen and drew a random line on the paper.

"If you compare a person's life to a line, that's right, it's this." He rubbed his eyes and continued, "Entering these data into the instrument is like cutting out a section of the previous line, and then" his pen tip pointed at the end of the line "Set it here."

He put away the pen, "So, it doesn't matter at all, it's like leaving a person ten years ago ten years later." Shrugging, "It's just asking for trouble."

The assistant nodded suddenly, "Can it be recovered?"

Zola said impatiently: "I'm so sleepy...recovery? Wouldn't it be better to intercept another segment? Go home and sleep!"

Outside the Mod Control Company——

Marcus promised to deliver the USB drive the next day after the operation, and he put me down, beckoning me to complete my task.

I poked my head out from behind the lawn and found my way to the surveillance control room.

Fortunately, I was fully equipped, and even if I was photographed, I would only be regarded as a woman.

It was the female bionic person named Nuo Si who came to meet me that time. She didn't seem to recognize me, and when she passed by her side, she heard her say something in a low voice.

"Didn't Marcus say that Wintley is a man? Humans still have this hobby..."

My foot slipped and almost fell.

North still very neatly let me press the switch inside through a scanner.

I thought it was perfect.

"This is the end of your mission, and you can go home now." North hesitated and said, "A brown wig suits you better." Then he quickly ran to Marcus's position.