Under the faint starlight, a road extends northward, and the background in the distance is the brilliantly lit city of San Francisco.

Mu Shaoan walked on the road in a meteor, and in the dark, his face was a little helpless and relieved.

Looking back on the scenes and events in the past, he finally understood that Claire had set up more than one place for him, and that crazy woman was a typical war fanatic.

But he couldn't say anything.

Lin Yuan and Claire were pulled out of the world of "Mechanical Warriors", and then the handle fell helplessly on the hands of the boss of the Fourth War Zone system and the postman S-715.

The two of them are black households. If they want not to be wanted as viruses, they must hold a thick thigh. So which thigh is thicker than the system boss in the fourth war zone?

Therefore, in order to protect themselves, they chose to become pawns in the branch system, and they cannot blame them for this kind of thing.

But is the battle between the top leaders and the power struggle that is so simple?

Mu Shaoan can imagine that over the past year, Claire and Lin Yuan, the violent elements, have not known how much trouble the system boss has caused? Naturally, they will become thorns in the eyes of other senior executives.

That's right, the rights of the boss of the Fourth War Zone system cannot be covered. It is estimated that at most 50% of the control. If the boss of the system does not develop self-awareness, then it is probably nothing if she has a majority of the rights.

The problem is that after generations of system updates, not only the main system of the Chaos Base has self-awareness, but even the branch systems of the nine major war zones have formed self-personality.

This is the real contradiction. Some of the senior anti-virus hunters represented by the postman are worried that the system is unreliable, so they have to gradually compete with the system for power.

This kind of thing cannot be said to be who is right or wrong!

In the real world, aren’t people also worried that robots with independent intelligence will eventually replace humans?

But such things cannot go to extremes. If all the power of the Chaos Base is left to humans for themselves, fools will know what the consequences are. At least, humans have selfish mentality. No one can maintain their original intentions for hundreds of years and thousands of years.

At this point, humans are inferior to systems.

But if all power is controlled by the system, humans themselves cannot tolerate it. The platform alliance is probably used to restrict the chaotic base system.

This is how it is.

Mu Shaoan doesn’t want to analyze who is right and who is wrong, and no one is qualified to stand up and announce who is right and who is wrong.

The only thing he can do is one thing. The position of his butt determines the direction of his head thinking, stand in a team, and chooses a camp.

Originally, this kind of power struggle that lasted for hundreds of years and thousands of years had nothing to do with him, but who had let Claire and Lin Yuan participate in it, so he had no choice.

You can't just have the benefits, don't have the responsibility.

From this perspective, the idea of ​​postman S-712 that he had repeatedly revealed that he wanted to recruit Mu Shaoan was very memorable. Even if he really chose to defect to the postman, his fate would probably be the treatment of a pawn.

Since that's the case, he doesn't have to be pretentious. Although the two sides are not competing to the death on the surface, they are almost reaching the limit of competition.

The ownership of that mobile armor is the most critical one.

But this task is very difficult.

He is not the only one on the postman's side, but he must have included some older guys of higher levels. The most important thing is that the right to use the mobile armor had fallen into the postman's side before. He wanted to retake it back. The difficulty was unimaginable. I just hope that the crazy woman Claire was not talking big, she did get everything done.

Three days later, when Mu Shaoan appeared again, he was already in New York City, wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses, and looked very energetic. Of course, he could not help but feel a little awkward. He never liked to wear such formal clothes.

But there was no way. According to Claire's instructions, he successfully obtained his legal identity under the mailbox on a certain street corner, and then he needed to apply for a job.

Chinese name: Wang Ruoyu, English name (?? I don’t know at all)).

Chinese American, 28 years old, immigrated to the United States with his parents at the age of five. He has a Ph.D. in mechanical engineering at Princeton University, focusing on the field of mechanics (I don’t understand, I’m confused).

Especially good at the research of mechanical structure, transmission, dynamics, and bionic machinery. (I still don't understand, I'm confused)

He has worked in the R&D department of the Daimler-Chrysler Group for three years.

But it was laid off not long ago.

I currently have a girlfriend in New York, but I guess it's not far from being laid off.

Overall, this is an engineering dog that Mu Shaoan cannot understand at all. It is like a mountain separated by a distance.

But since Claire had arranged this way, he could only let it go.

For example, today, he came to apply for the job.

"51st Avenue? Yes, that's what it means. Damn it, Claire, you installed a voice instant translation system for me, so can't you spend more time giving me some translation glasses?"

While muttering, Mu Shaoan also slowly stepped on the brakes and parked the modified second-hand Ford Raptor on the side of the road. Well, it is worth mentioning that according to the information, the modification process of the Ford Raptor was all handled by Wang Ruoyu himself.

It is hard to imagine that such a low-key and weak guy on the surface also has such a sulky and violent side?

When he got out of the car, Mu Shaoan looked at the messy car repair shop in front of him, and it was a car repair shop in the suburbs of New York. It was pitiful. He had been driving around for a few hours before. Even if there was Beidou navigation, it was no right. It was not Beidou, and GPS navigation, he was so angry that he was wandering around.

He really didn't understand. After all, Wang Ruoyu is also a PhD from Princeton University. How could he come to the repair shop to work as a repairman? This is as unreasonable as a domestic university professor holding plates at a lighthouse. Do you look very free?

Claire, a crazy woman, is simply unreasonable.

As he complained in this, Mu Shaoan coughed dryly, corrected the tie that made him feel uncomfortable, and then walked towards the dirty, messy and diesel-flavored car repair shop. Oh, be content, at least the scale of this car repair shop looks very large, and at first glance, there are at least seven or eight workers.

"If you don't do it, you won't die."

Before Mu Shaoan could prepare for the psychological construction of job hunting, a strange mobile phone ringtone came from the little black briefcase he was holding in his arm. I don’t know if it was Wang Ruoyu who had a special hobby or Claire who had a special hobby.

He was a little rushing to find the phone, but there was no way he hadn't checked the outfit before.

"Hey? Oh, hello! Haha, no?"

Mu Shaoan almost missed it, but the next moment he remembered that there was no need to think too much. Claire installed instant voice translation for him to ensure simultaneous interpretation, which was simple, convenient and fast.

"Richard, where have you been?"

Inside the phone receiver, a woman with some bad visitors came voiced.

Richard? Oh, it's Wang Ruoyu's English name. He thought those letters were called Ruida before. He was ashamed and could only let his English teacher come out and take the blame.

"I'm out looking for a job, is there anything wrong?"

Mu Shaoan deliberately learned the tone of Wang Ruoyu in his imagination. Needless to say, the lady opposite was his own cheap girlfriend, perhaps his future ex-girlfriend.

"Looking for a job? Are you empty in your mind by a mealworm? What are you thinking every day? You just know that you mess up your messy things. You have messed up your good work before. You are not a child. How could you always be so naive? I can't stand you anymore, Richard, let's break up!"

The phone hung up, and Mu Shaoan looked helpless.

"It's so sad. The prophecy came true. In less than a minute, I really became an ex-girlfriend. Alas, Claire, you'd better make sure that your settings and background arrangements are all for a reason, otherwise I'll give you a big strike. What's the matter with what, is it crazy about eight o'clock?"

The business of the repair shop is pretty good, but the first thing Mu Shaoan saw was three yellow people, a middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing greasy work clothes, and the other two seemed to be apprentices, both of whom were not old and looked more like a son who inherited his father's business.

In addition, there are three old whites, one old black and the other old Mo, which are quite harmonious.

Mu Shaoan looked at him for a long time, but he couldn't find where the boss was, let alone the boss's secretary.

"Hello, do you need help?"

After a long time, an apprentice of seventeen or eighteen years old looked up and saw Mu Shaoan. He was surprised that he spoke pure Chinese.

"Uh, I'm here to apply for a mechanic." Mu Shaoan stuttered. His talent in acting is now perfect.

"Oh, I understand. You are the Richard who submitted your resume a few days ago. Welcome, Uncle An, come and entertain you." The boy shouted enthusiastically, with a mouthful of white teeth.

At this time, the fat man recovered from his selfless ‘anatomy’ state. Before he could speak, he just grinned kindly, "Sao Rui, Sao Rui, professional habits, don't be surprised. Young man, can he speak Chinese?"

"Uh, I'm not very good at it, but I can understand." Mu Shaoan said awkwardly, there was no way to set it like this.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, Richard, right? Then we'll get straight to the point. You've seen this car repair shop. The environment is not good, and the main business is not repairing, but underground modification. As long as you have the skills, the salary is easy to say. By the way, you are a doctor of mechanical engineering from Princeton University and have worked in Daimler? Have you ever been involved in vehicle modification?" Although Uncle An looked kind, this guy definitely only recognizes technology but not people's style. Mu Shaoan could tell at a glance that the vague pride was pride.

Yes, can this seemingly messy and dilapidated car repair shop is still hidden?

"It's okay. The Ford Raptor I drove by myself was also modified by myself." Mu Shaoan said implicitly, with a three-point disdain in his tone. Little thing, although I can only screw screws, there are two great gods, Claire and Lin Yuan, standing behind me. I'm not afraid of shocking your chin, what's the point of modifying a car? I'll modify a fighter for you to let you, a fat man, see.
Chapter completed!