So Turing put his hand on the back of her soft head:

"I locked him up and received the best treatment and examinations Mikong could offer at Crohn's station."

Kahn's bulging chest calmed down slightly: "Does Mr. Tushan have fireflies?"

"Well, I'll give it to him." Turing looked at her eyes, and his unconscious palms pinched the scallion-white knuckles. "Tonight's fire, the Nanoworm man named Suoji, turned the Banga man with Orphene's radiant blood into a 'termite'. I know this is cruel, Kahn, but you have to be mentally prepared. We don't know what the sax will look like after spending half a month with a senior leader of the nest."

"Yes, I know."

The raised eyelashes sank down along the eyelids. Kahn took the wine glass beside him and poured all the liquid into his throat. His fair neck was suffocating and silent.

"I don't want to lie to you, lies can easily destroy the connection between people, whether it has good intentions or not."

"I understand." Kahn nodded, his lips curled up, "Is he at Miguang Company? The war tonight is over, I'll pick him up."

"No problem, we can go together."

"Have I mentioned my parents to you?"

Kahn looked in the direction that was supposed to be outside the window, but unfortunately, it was underground. No matter how beautiful the decoration was, there were no real windows.

"No."

"The Wilson family was once the nobles of Fars. Although we have lost our fiefdom in modern times, there are still several wine estates."

"My parents are scholars, they work for the Falls Capital Institute, my uncles, one runs a winery, the other runs an information technology company. As for grandpa... he is a full professor at the university."

"If there was no such plague, perhaps my family would have lived a rotten life like the Fals nobles in the past and present. Maybe I should have been a simple noble lady, standing at Faals' social dinner and watching the noble children who came up to chat with him flatter me, if there was no such plague."

"When the plague broke out, I stood in Frank Square, watching people's skin become shriveled, lose its luster, and age spots appear, disappearing in the air like the wind and sand of Banga, as if time is fast forward, turning them into a bunch of dead bones. At that time, my mother was still holding my hand, and I could feel that the warm palm changed from full to dry bones. When my father rushed out of the dress shop and took me away, my hand was still holding her withered bones."

"The whole street was reduced to hell. It was a purgatory without blood and flames. People watched their relatives and friends fall down one by one, just like I was holding my mother's hand bones in my hand, but I was at a loss."

Kahn's expression was calm. If it weren't for the vodka bottle that was gradually bottoming out, she would have been telling a historical disaster that had nothing to do with her.

"In the end, my father put me in my grandfather's arms, and he couldn't survive for long. Grandpa was the only one standing on the street. He carried me back to the manor and handed me over to Kut, who was still the housekeeper at the time, and ran around. During that time, only grandpa, Kut, and the mother's hand bones were accompanying me."

"At the funeral, my grandfather wanted to put that palm into the tomb, but I didn't let go, and he let me do that. I used to simply think that he wanted to take away my only affection for my parents, but then I gradually realized that he was because of pain."

"Whenever he sees that hand bone, he will think of my parents, which makes him feel in pain."

Then Kahn remained silent, as if he was trapped in memories.

"Is that hand bone still there?"

Kahn outlined a smile, straightened his graceful back and unzipped the zipper in the center of his spine, pulled open the neckline covering his neck, revealing a blue gem.

Turing still remembers the clothes of Kahn's bartender, and this gem is set above the beautiful arc on his chest.

"Grandpa burned the bone and cast the ashes into this industrial gem, and gave it to me on my fourteenth birthday. Look, she is like smoke floating inside."

Kahn took off the gem pendant, which contained some turbid grayish white, like mist blown by the wind.

"The plague changed my destiny, the fate of Sax Wilson, and the fate of the entire Wilson family. Since then, only Kahn Wilson and Sax Wilson are left in the Wilson family. Grandpa turned the grief into endless exploration of aging and finally got carbon transformation. He used to be terrified of that day, and would always wake up in the middle of the night and cry out loud. He was afraid that everything would happen to me, so he gave me everything without reservation..."

Turing hugged this soft body into his arms. He could feel the strength and confidence peeling off like an eggshell, presenting the fragmented past before him. Kahn hugged him hard, pressing his head against Turing's shoulder. Turing could feel her sadness, but this body could not smell the rich aroma of wine.

"If something goes wrong with Sax...I will cure him, I promise..."

Kahn looked up and kissed the holographic cheek. When his eyes opened again, there was only peace left inside:

"Now I hate this body a little."

"No matter how beautiful these red bugs are, they are just cold industrial creatures, without the touch that humans should have, so they cannot even satisfy kissing and physiological behavior. Turing, do you know how disappointed I feel when I pressed you on this chair and realized that it was just a cold dummy underneath?"

"Yes, I understand, but my soul is here." Turing stroked the green hair, and a world tree root poked out from the wall and drilled into his hand. The other hand raised Kahn's slender mechanical long tail. "The excitement and tension that arises during this physiological reaction cycle will burst when they accumulate to the apex. But essentially, such a physiological reaction is combined with the nervous system and the endocrine system, and your tail, which in your body, connects most of the nervous system..."

The next moment, the roots and the long tail docked, Kahn's eyes suddenly widened, and he took a deep breath and collapsed on Turing's body, then his eyes closed slightly:

"I...I remember...your bismuth network...you have cyberspace, you can go there..."

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...

Turing opened his eyes and had returned to the quiet Crohn base car.

My father sat not far in front of him, looking at him with a strange look, as if he was looking at some rare beast.

"How is Crohn?"

"You left for more than ten minutes, and now we can see the central fortress on the dunes. But your condition just now is a bit weird... Is there something wrong with the nerve connection?"

"The network I built is not as stable as I thought, otherwise I wouldn't need someone to look at my body." Turing shook his head and fooled him, but his father didn't think so:

"But your condition was obviously in..."

"The Ice Castle people are still on the way, but the safety time is almost here, so prepare to do it."

"Okay, I respect your little secret..." Tushan curled his lips, revealing a snickering that was undetectable, and then his tone changed, "Don't panic, the two criminal executioners you caught, tell me first, what are you going to deal with?"

"When the war is over tonight, we will have the final say. As for the two operators of the Crime Bureau... they are a small insurance, and I have their own uses."

The sound of dense impact of elastic matter and the sound of harsh and frictional steel bones came from the corners, and the huge Shagara and Nortes came slowly, attached to Turing's body. Layers of biological tissue and steel bone protein were wrapped up, and a set of high-speed rotating sensory eyepiece arrays were arranged on the face armor:

"Let's go..."

Buzz —

The rushing alarm sounded throughout the room. The sound waves of air defense alarms were a rapid, conjuring signal, meaning:

Discover enemy traces.

The combat command room was already a little confused at this moment. Longji, standing next to the strategic map of the screen, was issuing various commands at high speed. The sound of instruments and the crackling keyboard of the operator were intertwined. The huge room seemed extremely busy.

Turing and his son walked in with great strides:

"What's wrong?"

Long Ji glanced at Tushan who was talking, and his eyes fell on the hideous Trinity:

"We are still a few kilometers away from the Central Fortress. We can already see the signal light of your World Tree, but..." Longji changed his tone, "The latest news came from the reconnaissance network located northeast of Banga, and the traces of the Mikton people were found. I think that was the Black Mamba..."

"Have you come?"

"Mr. Qianmeng, I think they should be here to find you..."

"Do you also think that I did the entire Rattlesnake troops and Fisk's death?" The ring array lit up red, Long Ji chuckled and raised his palms:

"No...I didn't say that. But... the Black Mamba troops have appeared. If we want to attack, we must resolve the battle within thirty minutes. Those warhead air raid cabins are not a joke, so I suggest that when the people from Domino Industry arrive, try to negotiate with the other party..."

"Then we'll get the fight done in thirty minutes."

Turing's words made rustling sounds burst into rustling sounds everywhere in the combat command center, and countless eyes turned over, looking at him like a psychopath.

"…Mr. Qianmian, you should not be the kind of person who likes to joke..."

"It's good you know." Turing nodded and walked to the strategic map of the screen like a large pool. "We won't wait for the Domino people. The World Tree has now taken the central fortress. You just need to pass through the central fortress under our cover and cooperate with my biochemical forces to attack the Buniti Dunes. This part can be completed in less than ten minutes..."

"Sorry... I want to confirm that you are serious?" Long Ji said, "Ten minutes?"

"That's right, ten minutes. Crohn's troops don't need to consider the strategic issues against Buniti Dunes, and cooperate with my troops to attack head-on. Once this last line of defense is broken, Huanglong Fortress is ahead."

"I don't know where your confidence comes from... Mr. Qianmian, but I need to remind you that the ten-minute plan is too short. If you have a plan, you might as well tell us all, so that our army can cooperate with your actions..."

Long Ji didn't finish his words, because the harsh alarm had already sounded throughout the combat command room. Long Ji was stunned and rushed to the operating table on one side with several staff officers:

"What happened!?"

"A large-scale sandstorm was detected ahead, with a disaster level of 9, the highest in the local area! We must avoid the action!"

Turing looked at the strategic map, and a large number of yellow warnings were sweeping towards the central fortress, and a large number of yellow exclamation marks would cover the entire south of the central fortress in one minute.

"The meteorological survey team detected multiple super dust storms... 'Nanfeng Devil', 'group suicide', 'Sky 24' and 'Bird Watching Platform' are all in it... Under normal circumstances, so many storm points are simply impossible! They closed all the meteorological interference platforms!!!"

Long Ji's face darkened, and his palm slapped his terrified operator's shoulder to calm down: "How long will it take to get in frontal contact? How can I avoid the route?"

"'Cluster suicide' has affected the central fortress... We cannot enter the central fortress to avoid it, we can only take a detour!"

The Buniti Sand Dune defense line has built a meteorological interference platform, which is a storm barrier from other defense cities around the Huanglong Fortress, and isolates most well-known sandstorms except the storm point "Huanglong" in the northeast. Therefore, the central fortress without sandstorms has no meteorological defense level to withstand the super sandstorm in front of you.

Dragon Ridge and several staff members looked at Turing with pity, because this means that the World Tree troops fighting on the Booney's line of defense will be wiped out.

"Mr. Qianmian, your plan may be in ruins. We must detour now... But I still want to ask, does your ten-minute plan count these clustered sandstorms?"

The adjutant's contempt made one or two staff members laugh, diluting the somewhat solemn atmosphere under the alarm, but Turing's answer made them froze:

"certainly."

Most of the time, the southern part of Banga does not refer to the real "south", but is the location at the upper end of the south.

The real southern part of Banga is essentially the entry checkpoint of Banga from Gma City (the city where Turing first came to Banga), passing through a large area of ​​no man’s land in the middle, and reaching the entry checkpoints of Banga and Yezhou.

The lower end of the entire southern part of Banga is the desert named after "Banga", that is, the large desert of Banga. It is not only an unmanned land, but also a huge wind belt. Therefore, the Huanglong Fortress at the upper end of Banga is surrounded by a large number of sandstorms climates. It is necessary to build seven cities called "sandstorm defense line" and the Huanglong Fortress in the center. Naturally, this cannot be built by the Banga people, but funded by Yezhou. This is also one of the reasons why Wushi Heavy Industry, which is the Jiuke of Yezhou, could easily enter the Huanglong Fortress.

In other words, as long as Wushi Heavy Industry closes the climate interference of seven cities and at the cost of some fortresses and small cities, an extremely huge natural protection network can be built.

On the soft sand, even dozens or hundreds of tons of war vehicles and roars will be blown away. A level nine sandstorm will effortlessly destroy their environmental protection systems from the gaps and take them into the sky for an hour or two. If they enter the center of the storm, the thruster will completely fail and everything will be crushed to pieces.

"Do you think I can't consider these factors? The loss of Huanglong Fortress is a trap, but now it's just a picture of the dagger."

Seeing Qianmian analyzing the strategic situation in the south at an extremely fast speed, Long Ji swallowed: "That is to say... you want to cross the sandstorm, break through the Buniti Sand Dune defense line within ten minutes, and complete the breakthrough and control of Huanglong Fortress within thirty minutes?"
To be continued...