Li Xinyan did not answer Tiratmes' words, but still leaned against the window and looked out at the plains of blue mist layered in the rain "outside the window". Tiratmes also looked over there, but he didn't know whether what he saw was a wireframe or a real flat image.

"What are you, is it important?" After a long time, Tiratemis looked absent-minded. His eyes looked particularly big today, representing the light spot of his eyes turning around, making people wonder if it would fall. Li Xinyan turned his head and looked at him in a complicated mood. Before he could say anything, Tiratemis said again: "You have done everything you should do and you shouldn't do, and even use mechanical life bodies to be lustful indulgence that only creatures have. Do you still care what you are?"

Li Xinyan felt like he had gained something, but looked at Tiratmes, took a deep breath, turned his head and looked "outside the window" without an answer.

What Tirathomes said is right, and what he is doesn't matter. In essence, everyone in the war is not important. They don't know what kind of fate they will face tomorrow. In this war, those who can survive are qualified to think about what they are. And whether they can survive after the war is also a question. After all, he has only died once. Ah, no, if he included the memory he saw in the "past", he should have died twice.

For a person who has died twice, what he is is indeed not very important.

However, he didn't know how to see it. What appeared in front of him was the figure flying out of the tower.

Tiratmes smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, that's right, emotion is always a problem. This thing is always a problem. Theoretically, organisms have created this thing to simplify calculations. Many things have advantages and disadvantages. While simplifying calculations, emotions will also occupy a lot of computing resources, because in fact, this simplified calculation will actually cause a lot of vicious cycles... Maybe, should I adjust the calculation equation?" Tiratmes seemed unsure. While adding new calculation conditions to the matter, he was looking at the new calculation results. The handle of the simulation computer calculation room was on Li Xinyan, and Li Xinyan naturally knew what he was doing.

But will such a calculation result?

At this moment, the door of the ward clattered and was pried open.

Who would pry the door here?

Li Xinyan turned his head and looked at the door. What he saw was not Sun Jiali or the young nurses, but two men in military uniforms armed to their teeth.

The man was holding two chopsticks in his hand and didn't say anything at all. He ran over to the window in two or three steps. The chopsticks in his hand were as fast as a dagger, and stabbed Li Xinyan in his chest. The man behind him turned around and looked outside the door and locked the door. "Assassin?" Tiratmes said in surprise. His calculation ability was naturally stronger than that of Li Xinyan with an ordinary head. The visitor could not see him, and they only had Li Xinyan in their eyes, and Li Xinyan was stripped naked by Sun Jiali and had nothing in his hand.

Li Xinyan's body had been tidied up by Anping, and had been modified by Sun Jiali. It was not completely cured, but it did not hinder his action. He instinctively fell backwards, and while falling to the ground, he handed his right foot, walked around the person's front stab and pressed his abdomen.

The two of them were about to part with the touch, and the man who attacked Li Xinyan with chopsticks stepped back and stepped back two steps, and Li Xinyan himself took the initiative to take two steps back, floated to the edge of the bed, and wrapped the quilt on the original bed. Although his military punch was not good, he knew that fighting naked in this room was easy to be injured.

"Well, chopsticks can avoid the inspection of the security personnel outside." Tiratmes commented. Li Xinyan naturally had no time to care about him. He had to have some weapons first. He fucked the iron rod that was hanging the bottle and was placed horizontally on his chest. His touch felt similar to the metal stick he used before. In this way, he felt a little more at ease.

After entering the room, the man had already removed a white bandage from the cabinet at the entrance of the room. Starting with bandages, as a soft whip weapon, is comparable to the iron rod.

He said that at that time, the man holding the bandage accelerated in two steps, and slashed on the wall, spreading down like an eagle. Li Xinyan stretched out an iron rod to pick him, but he turned his head to avoid him, stretched his hand and directly wrapped the bandage around one end of the iron rod, and hit Li Xinyan with the iron rod.

Li Xinyan hurriedly changed his tricks and sent the iron rod forward, half-bearing his body, allowing the guy to roll over his back. Then he took two steps before, and happened to have an iron rod drilled out of the bandage. Li Xinyan stretched out his hand, grabbed the iron rod from the other end, and pulled it out.

With a thump from behind, the assassin with chopsticks kicked Li Xinyan on the back of whom he could not hide. Li Xinyan groaned and crawled under the hospital bed.

"Can you do a favor?" Li Xinyan shouted to Tiratmes: "I don't have kung fu. Please help me calculate their trajectory. It's okay to notify me in advance, right?" Li Xinyan crawled out of the other side of the bed and said to Tiratmes.

The two assassins hesitated slightly and looked at each other, feeling that Li Xinyan was distracting them, and ignored his words and continued to attack.

Wireframe Tiratmes hesitated slightly: "For the calculation of three-dimensional space, it is not the strength of the virtual computing room."

As soon as Li Xinyan came out of his head, the guy holding the chopsticks had already sprung over from the bed. Another thorn was that Li Xinyan was about to lift the head of the bed.

Li Xinyan happened to have the tubes on the respirator he had used before and had not been removed. He quickly looked and pulled them over, wrapped his arm around, and turned to the right, barely avoiding a fist that was stretched out towards the bandage.

With his head shrank, Li Xinyan swept the two of them away with an iron rod, then got under the bed again, shouting: "You virtualize the three-dimensional world and only draw the necessary wireframes, can you simulate it? You can calculate the warship, and naturally you can calculate the things in a room!"

"This... should be OK." Tirathimis replied.

The hospital bed was a good thing, and it was very heavy. The two of them couldn't lift it up at all. If they wanted to push it down, they had to avoid Li Xinyan's stick. Li Xinyan got under it. If they wanted to lower their body and approach, Li Xinyan just swept it with an iron rod. The two could only retreat. The things in their hands were soft, and they could not resist the sweeping of the iron rod. There was no way out for a while.

"The ventilator is the most unfavorable thing in the ward now." Tiratmes came to such a conclusion after a little calculation.

In this room, there is only the ventilator, and other things and medicines have been taken away by Sun Jiali. The virtual computing room has obviously no advantage in computing under simple conditions.

The two of them were catching the power of the iron rod, looking around, and saw the ventilator. "Use it to block it and get out of bed to catch people!" The guy holding the chopsticks shouted.

The bandage acted immediately, pushed the ventilator away from its original position, and moved it towards the edge of the bed. Li Xinyan swept the man's legs under the bed. The man retreated behind the ventilator, and the iron rod could not hit him.

Li Xinyan is naturally not afraid of fighting, but in the previous battle at the 766 base, his training was just to improve his physical fitness and he had no experience in actual combat. If these two people approached the hospital bed, it would inevitably be a fierce battle. How can this be solved?

(End of this chapter)
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