"Speak clearly," Robert flipped through the report, but didn't speak for a while, and Catherine, who was following him, asked the mayor, "What do you mean by not being made like an imitation, but you can't be sure if it's the real thing?"

The researcher explained: "That is to say, the influence curve of electromagnetic waves shows no signs of fading within three days. If it is replaced by the imitation product developed by Chen Jinnian and his wife, or the imitation product developed by CyberRose, the curve should fall within one to two days.to zero, so Rosie is definitely not using one of these knockoffs."

Catherine frowned, and said a little irritably: "So what you mean is that you can only rule out the possibility of some imitations. If you want to verify whether it is genuine, you still need time to observe whether the influence curve will fall back? This is basically equivalent toNo conclusion has been drawn! What the mayor wants is an accurate prediction, whether it is true or not, can’t you even be sure about this?”

"As long as it is a prediction, there is no definite statement." The researcher lowered his head, timidly but firmly cleared his responsibility, "The R&D center can make a prediction, but it is of great importance. The prediction cannot be 100% correct, and we dare not make a mess.Conclusion. Waiting for a while is the safest way, and if there are signs of a downward curve, we can accurately judge."

"Wait a little longer?" Home couldn't help raising his voice. He had been tortured by the fence's defense line that was about to collapse for a day and a night, and his body and mind were overwhelmed. "We don't have that much time! Twelve hours at most, the fenceThe battle line will be completely defeated, do we have to wait until the mob rushes into the bustling area and hang us to death?"

The researcher flinched under Holm's anger: "Of course, we don't have to wait... The report has already provided all the data obtained from the test. With the mayor's mathematical ability, it is more than enough to understand. All options are in theOn the hands of the mayor, if the mayor is willing to draw conclusions, then we can draw conclusions now."

This puts the onus back on the mayor.In an instant, all eyes were on Robert, who was browsing the report. The latter raised his head silently, without saying a word, walked a few steps among the rubble and pieces of glass on the floor, and came to the broken floor-to-ceiling windows.The cool and damp night wind poured in from the big hole opened by the shells, causing everyone present to wrap their suits tightly.

Overcast clouds were gathering over the city of Cesina. It was just after ten o'clock in the evening, and it would be a rainy day at zero o'clock.Dark clouds billowed over the city, and electric light protruded from the clouds like a dragon. The pale lightning illuminated the chaotic scene in the city, and the flames shone everywhere.

At this moment, the dark blue barrier flowing between the fences disappeared again in full view. Today, for the eighteenth time, Rolla led his hackers to break through Poseidon's defense system and lifted the barrier.

Home's communicator started beeping again, and as an STF tactician, he had to run outside the meeting room to answer the phone, deployed soldiers in a panic, barely blocked the gap in the fence, and resisted the onslaught of the mob again and again.

Robert watched all this in silence. The order and wealth he had established in Cesina City over the past ten years were slowly disintegrating like a towering pyramid crumbling into quicksand.As Rosie once said, tactics are made of choices, if he chooses the wrong move at hand, he will lose everything, and Rosie will replace him as mayor.

He didn't want to choose at all. Over the years, he stepped on carrion and bones, and dripped blood from his hands to ascend to this throne. He holds the supreme power in politics and business at the same time, and Rosie... was just born in a slum.The untouchables living in the orphanage are not worthy to sit at the same table with him, so what qualifications do they have to play games with him?

But he had to choose.Rosie cleverly led the main city into civil strife and cut off his escape route. Even though he knew that there might be fraud ahead, he could only be forced by Rosie to make a choice.He seemed to be sitting in front of a chessboard, his head lowered by the opponent's terrifying war talent. He couldn't believe that he was so far behind the opponent.

He didn't want to believe that that innocent young man who allowed him to deceive him had always had the ability to suppress him until he couldn't hold his head up. From childhood to adulthood, from sand table deduction to bloody Christmas, and then to the fall of East 5, maybe he onceCan't beat Rosie either.

Is he never won?Or...was he thinking too much of Rosie?Robert pressed his forehead in embarrassment and panic, and the report in his hand fell to the ground.He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to think about it further, otherwise the only sense of superiority he had built up in front of Rosie by virtue of the East 5 victory would be completely dissipated.

Rosie can't always win...impossible.There were always times when he caught Rosie's mistakes and discovered the imperfection of that genius; he sincerely believed that the East 5 victory belonged to him, and he also believed that Rosie was not so noble as to risk the sky.Big risks go to the point of guarding principles.

Catherine leaned over hastily, picked up the paper that fell on the floor, and asked worriedly, "Mayor, is there something wrong with the data in the report? Did you see anything?"

Before she could stand up completely, Robert pressed her shoulders. The strength of his hands made Catherine scream in pain, gasped and trembled continuously, and her thin shoulder blades seemed to be broken: "These reports cannot provideEnough information, however, I've made my choice."

"... What kind of choice?" Catherine asked tremblingly.

Robert stared at the stormy main city, the wind blowing his forehead hair and ironed suit.He stood in front of the hole in the floor-to-ceiling window, stretched out his hand towards the boundless darkness, made a gesture of picking up a chess piece, and gently moved on the chessboard in the void.

This is the last step. After this step, will he lose everything?

I'm afraid not.He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an unpredictable smile.The one who is about to lose everything should be Rosie, that unreliable pariah, desperately trying to defeat him, but the only thing he missed is that even if he chooses wrong, it doesn't matter, the strong strength gives himopportunity for recovery.

Many years ago, when the huge bionic company "White Rhinoceros" collapsed, he hid some cards for himself.At that time, Luo Xi had just parted ways with him, and was busy giving speeches on the street and attracting people to establish "skills", so it was absolutely impossible to notice the existence of these hole cards. Now, it is time to use them.

It's a pity that Rosie has such an amazing talent, but she still has to surrender to her absolute strength.So what if Rosie sets the trap?Robert is confident, and he will crush the other party with traps.

He laughed loudly, facing the howling wind and said: "I decided..."

The thunder and lightning that swept across the sky illuminated his eyes, and the dark night sky was like dripping ink, and it was like a tumbling tide, covering the entire city like annihilation.

The teacups on the long table were completely cool, and the aroma of Pu'er infiltrated the meeting room, but it did not calm the agitation in the minds of the adjudicators and officers.It was expected to arrive at 10:30, and the dungeon turned off all power supplies except the administration and command center, but there was no movement in the main city area, and the bionic station was also quiet.

Rosie and Piper stared at the expanding green shadows on the sand table. Seven minutes before half past ten, Rosie's relaxed expression finally disappeared, but she didn't have too much worry, but Piper kept opening and closing the cap of the pen, The sound of "click click" was very clear in the silent conference room, like a countdown from a clock.

The officers stopped whispering, they had received Rosie's warning yesterday, so they didn't dare to talk anymore, they just looked at each other with worried eyes.Clearly, morale has begun to falter.

"Robert, is the electromagnetic shield still not turned on?" Rosie could only cross Piper and ask Parisa, who was the calmest in the audience, who didn't react much to the approaching time, and tapped theRosie poured him the cup of tea, watching the phantom of his fingertips pass through the cup again and again.

There is a saying that tapping a glass that is not filled with water can produce different musical scales in different positions. Although the image of Parisa can’t touch the teacup, Rosie thinks that the other party should be playing a silent movement to relieve boredom.

"No." Parisa turned back to the intelligence chief of East 4 to confirm, then turned her head and said, "Everything is as usual in the bionic station. We don't have much time left. The control range of the electromagnetic wave generatorIt has also reached the maximum, if Robert has not activated the electromagnetic shield, should we try to launch a sneak attack in advance? Then there may be a glimmer of life."

"No, an early sneak attack will expose the fact that we are short of energy." Rosie shook her head and vetoed the other party's proposal, "You think, if we have enough energy, we will hide in the ground and wait for victory, but as long as weLaunch a sneak attack, and Robert will realize that our energy is not enough. The advantage of the sneak attack will soon disappear under the full-line attack of the bionics."

"So the only thing we can do is to wait patiently, right?" Parisa understood the meaning of the leader after a little thought, "Then I suggest cutting off the power supply of more places to save extra energy for the electromagnetic wave generator,After half past ten, wait another five minutes."

Some of the military officers in the west immediately objected: "You put it lightly. The places where the power supply can be stopped have long been cut off, including stations and hospitals. Where is there any additional energy? Is it possible that the power of the administrative and command centers should also be cut off?"Cut off?"

"That's right, cutting off the power supply to these two buildings can extend the time to 10:35." Rosie's eyes were as sharp as a spear, and she ordered firmly, "I will never give up hope until the end of the mountain, even if it is fiveMinutes are also worth fighting for. Please cut off the power supply of the administrative and command centers in your respective jurisdictions, keep only the minimum communication with East 4, and wait for news from Parisa."

He turned to the blond young man again and ordered, "Parisa, I need you to keep an eye on Robert's movements. If the electromagnetic shield is activated, contact the various jurisdictions as soon as possible. We can turn off the electromagnetic wave generator and fully restore the power."

Parisa nodded, stood up and gave him a military salute, and took the initiative to turn off the holographic projection, leaving only the voice communication channel.The rest of the officers looked a bit hesitant, but before they raised their doubts, Rosie gave her a cold look and closed her mouth knowingly.They also knew in their hearts that no one could think of a better way right now, they could only choose to trust Rosie and cut off the power.

All command centers were powered off, and the online meeting was naturally disbanded. Rosie watched the projections at the long table dim one by one, followed by the overhead lights in the conference room.The command center went out layer by layer, and went dark together with the administrative center not far away, as if the last two lighthouses also stopped flashing in the waves of the dark night sea.

So far, eleven underground cities have almost completely lost power.Only the gossamer-like communication signals are pulled between East 4 and other dungeons, like iron cables connecting small boats, preventing these parallel boats from being scattered by wind and waves, and never gathering in one place again.The dungeon was completely paralyzed. If Robert stretched out his fingers at this time, he could easily crush them.

Rosie sat in the dark conference room, refused the gasoline lamps brought by her subordinates, quietly lost her mind at the end of the long table, and stretched out her right hand into the void, like moving a chess piece that didn't exist.He could see that whether it was the adjudicator, the military officer, or the subordinates around him, everyone was full of fear and hesitation.

In fact, he didn't know what to do in the second district if Robert didn't turn on the electromagnetic shielding. This was a gamble that would never come back.But he didn't have the slightest fear of the future, at this point, he just felt... Tired.

Rosie slowly withdrew her hand, lay down on the table, and closed her eyes.He didn't allow his subordinates to provide lighting, because he didn't want people to see his expression, which was full of fatigue, sadness, and burnout from the war.At the last move of chess, he remembered the first step. Eighteen years ago, he sat opposite Robert and played the first chess piece. At that time, neither of them knew that fate would end in this way.