"Of course I haven't forgotten. It's half past six, and at about ten o'clock tonight, this shadow will reach its maximum area." Rosie turned her head and stared at the green shadow on the sand table, "This is also the 'End of Song' plan."' deadline, our bluff can only last for three days at most, if after ten o'clock tonight, Robert still does not activate the electromagnetic shield, we will lose."

"I'm not here to ask you to analyze the situation, my leader." Seeing the time approaching, Piper felt anxious, and collapsed borrowed Parisa's usual address for him, "I'm asking if you have a backup plan? If Robert hadn’t turned on the electromagnetic shield, we can’t sit still, can we? Tell me you still have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, that’s why you’re so calm, right?”

"No, I don't have a backup plan." After answering, Rosie saw the stunned expression on the other side's face, and said with a smile, "Don't stare at me like that, Piper, I understand how you feel, other officers are probably as anxious as you.But I'm not a god, and with such a disparity in strength, I can't think of any other solution."

Piper sighed resignedly, and it was really difficult for Rosie to come up with a new plan at this time.She held her forehead to calm down, but she was still a little unwilling, and asked in a low voice: "Then... what about the real brain lock? You should keep it, if the plan fails, can you put it on?"As a backup plan?"

"Unfortunately, it has been destroyed by me, just the second day after the Lost City collapsed." Rosie said calmly, seemingly not attached to the treasure coveted by thousands of people, "I promised CesinaGoetzel is going to destroy it, and he will."

"..." Piper suddenly felt that she was asking too many redundant questions. She should have thought of it a long time ago. Even if the lock of her head is like the peerless beauty that everyone chases after, Rosie is also the one who will play Texas Hold'em with a beautiful woman all night.root string.Rosie and Deng Huailing are the craziest people when it comes to finding the lock of the brain, but the only goal of these two lunatics is to destroy it.

Time was ticking by, Piper gave up the useless struggle and could only force himself to focus on the tactical information, trying to distract himself.Rosie got up and left the seat, and when she came back, she carried a glass jug full of hot tea and eleven teacups, and put them on the table one by one.

He filled himself a cup first, then turned to Piper and raised the teapot in his hand: "Want to have some tea? Don't worry about what will happen in three hours."

"What's this?" Piper asked suspiciously, staring at the citrus shells floating at the bottom of the transparent teapot.

"Chinese tea, green citrus and Pu'er." Rosie introduced, like an expert in tea making and drinking, "There is no tea planted in the second district this year.Drink, if you die, you won’t be able to drink it, so let’s drink it for everyone.”

Piper stared at the teacup in front of her, speechless again, but Parisa sitting next to her couldn't help laughing.Everyone here is an unreachable holographic projection for each other, Piper is far away in East 3, and there is no way to drink Rosie's tea. Rosie does it just to relieve the dull atmosphere.

This is not Rosie's usual style. It is Deng Huailing's usual method to make jokes at the most tense moments. Even if Deng Huailing is not around, Rosie has learned from the other party to regulate her own and everyone's mood.He stood up and poured a glass for Parisa, and calmly ordered to the officers while pouring:

"In the next three hours, I need you to save all energy that can be saved. Cut off the power of transportation, medical treatment, food storage, etc., as well as the lighting facilities and various electronic equipment of the military camp. At all costs, the transmissionThe energy is given to the electromagnetic wave generator until the remaining three hours are extended to four hours."

"Extended to... four hours?" Rosie just pushed the teacup in front of Parisa, when an officer on the opposite side asked hesitantly, "Leader, you also know that the power must not be cut off in places like stations and hospitals, as well as those in the barracks.Equipment, in case Robert launches an attack, how can we detect and defend?"

"I know all of this, but we have no choice." Rosie let go of the cup, her eyes light and cloudy, "Robert is too busy to take care of himself, and won't attack for the time being. You should follow the emergency plan you made before and try to keep theThe emergency power supply in stock is allocated to the hospital, even if all the electricity except communication is cut off, the deadline must be extended to half past ten."

"But..." The officer on the opposite side of the long table wanted to persuade him again, but he watched Rosie walk behind him, holding a steaming teacup in his right hand, leaning over the back of his chair, with a friendly and oppressive tone, "What else do you think about my order?"

"No...no." The officer had never enjoyed the treatment of the leader pouring tea himself. He wiped the sweat from his brow, glanced at Rosie's friendly and gentle expression, and felt chills for some reason.

"Fine." Rosie put the teacup in front of him, "Go ahead."

It didn't take long for everyone's objections to be blocked by Rosie's tea, and the meeting room was filled with mist and fragrance.All the adjudicators and officers present were busy, and the holographic phones rang one after another. In the eleven dungeons, the scattered lights began to go out. Except for the administrative and command centers in each jurisdiction, which were still bright, the rest of the areas fell into darkness.In the dark.

If the dungeon is a dying patient, cutting off power in these key areas is tantamount to clogging the blood vessels of the whole body, and the patient will die soon.But they have no other way, everything they can do has been done, and what they have to do now is to wait for four hours on the verge of death, praying for news of electromagnetic shielding.

This kind of waiting is extremely tormented, but looking at the fragrant tea and the calm leader, the officers inexplicably have an illusion that they are in control - with Rosie on the shoulder, the sky will not fall, even if it does, RosieYou will also come up with hundreds of ways to solve the problem.The man was the almighty god of war, and if he was still smiling, there was no need to worry about the developments.

But no one noticed the weakness in his eyes, he poured hot tea for himself, just to cover up the cold sweat in his palms, so that his cold fingers would no longer tremble.Rosie was holding the plastic war chess piece on the seat. The surface of the chess piece was soaked, whether it was moisture or sweat, he gently dropped it on top of the stack of chess pieces in the iron box, letting his long hair fallOn the shoulders and neck, cover the expression.

"Come on, Bob," Rosie thought silently, just as he had said to himself when they played chess a thousand times in the sun as a boy, "This is the last move."

"Then, I'll wait for your news, Mayor Dylan." Rolla's lazy and charming voice echoed in the ruined conference room, she nodded slightly to Robert, and her figure disappeared into the beam of holographic projection.

Robert sat on a chair surrounded by gravel, frowning in thought.In the past day, the tacticians of the municipal center conducted several rounds of negotiations with the top management of the guild in this bombed-out meeting room. At the end, Robert talked with Rolla himself for another two hours.

Even though the guild was humble and respectful towards Cesina's government from top to bottom during the entire negotiation period, the hunters outside still didn't stop, bombarding the defense line of the fence indiscriminately.Bounty hunters are better at negotiating than any experts. They are businessmen who have seen through the world. They can't find mistakes in what they say, and they don't let the government get half of the actual benefits.

Day and night passed, and the result of the negotiation was still "I will wait for your news".Robert clearly knew what these hunters were waiting for. They wanted to wait and see the changes in the battlefield situation.

Obviously, the second district now has a greater chance of winning, and it is normal for the guild to help the second district.But what is unbelievable is that the guild's efforts for the second district have gone far beyond the "symbolic" category, and there is an attitude that it doesn't matter if you sacrifice thousands of hunters.

For the guild, the funds are second. The hunters selected and cultivated with the funds are the hens that lay golden eggs.The guild squandering talents so boldly only shows one possibility, they will replenish a large amount of fresh blood after the war-Deng Huailing, a crazy gambler, sold Yanling together with himself to the guild, maybeWith the addition of other benefits, the guild is working so hard.

He couldn't compete with Deng Huailing, and Robert regretted that he didn't kill the young man decisively at that time.But regret was useless, he couldn't win the support of the guild, at least he had to reach a reconciliation with the guild and let the hunters retreat to a neutral position.

"Mayor, the line of defense on the other side of the fence is about to fail." Home stepped into the rubble and reported, "The high-voltage electric barrier was breached by hackers seventeen times in one day. I think it should be Laura.What McGill did, just now, she was attacking our defense system while negotiating with you."

He looked at Robert's suddenly gloomy face, and continued cautiously, "Although the STF filled the gap in time and held the line of defense, the casualties were heavy, and the one million bionics left in the city also suffered huge losses. Also, due to the massiveSome spider tanks and heavy weapons are stranded on the front line, and there are only a small number of light weapons in the city, and our firepower is almost insufficient."

"You don't need to report the specific data to me, I just need a number," Robert said solemnly, "How long can we last?"

Holm looked at his watch and thought for a moment: "It's ten o'clock in the evening. In theory, it's no problem to last until ten o'clock in the morning tomorrow. However, by then, the high-voltage electric barrier may collapse, and all automatic weapons will be ineffective.We will no longer be able to fight back...Mayor, I think the wisest choice is to reconcile with the guild now and end this civil unrest."

Robert fell silent, neither saying yes nor no.Reconciliation with the guild means that they must gain an advantage on the front line and deter the guild; that is to say, he has to activate the electromagnetic shield to curb the spread of the brain lock.

This is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, but his attitude of refusing is no longer as firm as it was a day ago.Although he knew that there might be a trap dug by Rosie ahead, but the civil strife had reached such a point that even the regime was in jeopardy, and he had to reconsider the option of turning on the electromagnetic shield.

Chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind, like a flock of crows startled by gunshots, whizzing through the treetops.Luckily, he fluttered his wings and landed on the branch, tilted his head at him, and stared at him with dark eyes.

Maybe... it wasn't Rosie's conspiracy at all?Robert thought, Rosie might not be as noble as he thought, willing to take risks for illusory principles, he just beautified the image of the other party in his memory.

Rosie is a person, and she will hesitate, be timid and panic. Faced with the heavy pressure and tens of millions of lives, can the other party really withstand the pressure and execute the plan flawlessly without any mistakes?

From his point of view, although the logic of the counterfeit product theory is smoother, the authentic product theory can also be established.Moreover, under the assumption that Rosie will make mistakes, will lose to him in East 5, will be dominated by hatred, violate the principle and use the lock of the brain, a Rosie who will make mistakes will undoubtedly bring him a little deformed sense of superiority.

He didn't know what kind of strategy Rosie had laid out, nor did he know what the ultimate question was at the core of the "Song Ending Project".That's the question Rosie asked him across the vast chess game - he prefers to believe, what kind of person is Rosie?Is it a weak coward, or a brave man who sticks to principles?

The problem of siege eventually evolved into a battle of hearts.In an ancient book he had never heard of, Rosie once read in Petrov's library, "In the way of fighting, the mind is the top, and the city is the bottom; the heart is the top, and the soldiers are the bottom."

Robert came back from deep thought, just at this time the door of the meeting room opened, and the scientific research personnel hurried in with a stack of reports, and their tone was as clear as a cloud: "Mayor, the controlled bionic human samples obtained from the front line, testThe result is out!"

"How is it?" Everyone in the conference room stood up nervously, approaching the researcher involuntarily.This report will largely influence their decision-making, after all, there are only so many hardcore clues they can grasp.

"Uh... What is 100% certain at present is that the 'surgery' does not use any kind of imitation we know." The researcher said carefully, and submitted the report to Robert, "In the memory of the bionic manIn the brain, we have observed many profound changes, unlike what imitations can cause. But if we want to confirm whether these are irreversible changes, we still need to wait for several days to several months."