Chapter 200 Weights and Conditions
"Are you here..." Li Feng raised his lips and smiled. The appearance of No. 3 was completely within his expectations. You know, he defeated the armored corps of the Chuancheng Fortress this time and completely established a foothold in the ruins of the Steel City. His own strength has expanded more than ten times. It would be really strange if No. 3 didn't show up.
After all, for "No. 3", Richemont is an investment. When this investment grows to a certain level, the other party will naturally appear again and increase the investment.
In a dilapidated and dimly lit small cinema, Richemont sat in the first row of seats, quietly looking at a robot in front of him that looked like a toilet.
There was no sound from either side, as if they had nothing to do with each other.
After about ten minutes, a rustling sound finally came from the toilet robot, followed by a middle-aged woman's voice with a hint of magnetism: "Okay, young man, you win. I have to say that you are indeed different from the others I chose." At the same time, a spotlight was turned on on the top of the toilet robot, and a life-size holographic projection of a middle-aged woman was instantly formed on the open space in front of Richemont. The woman was heavily made up and wore a smart ivory suit. Although she was middle-aged, she still had a charming demeanor, and her expression showed a solemnity and nobility.
At this moment, Richemont felt that the image of this woman was very familiar. Thinking carefully, wasn't she the first female president of the United States of Britannia fifty years ago?
The memory of this "No. 3" obviously stores various information related to human society, and the external image used in different occasions seems to be different.
This time, the holographic projection of the characters can be used to communicate with Richemont directly, instead of simply transmitting the sound through a machine. This also shows from another aspect that it attaches more importance to Richemont.
Hearing what No. 3 said, Lifeng smiled slightly but still said nothing.
Seeing that Lifeng did not respond, the dignified middle-aged woman frowned and said in a serious voice: "I hope you will not be complacent with your achievements. You must understand that your enemies are much stronger than you think."
"Among the people I chose, some of them got much stronger power than you, but they still died without a burial place. The stories of these people should alert you and make you realize how insignificant you are." As he said that, No. 3 raised his hand, and a holographic image appeared next to him again, but this holographic image was constantly changing. The scenes shown in this image were either a life-and-death struggle between two people, or a magnificent battlefield. There were battles between people, between people and insects, between people and zombies, and even between people and colonizers. In the end, all the images were fixed on one person. These people either had their heads bitten off or were blown to pieces. In short, they were all dead.
There were more than 40 images in total, representing more than 40 different people. There was even one person who was directly in the center of the nuclear bomb explosion and was instantly vaporized.
After seeing these images, Li Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He understood that these people were all chosen by No. 3!
It's just that all of his "predecessors" are dead. Some of them can't even be called his "predecessors", and many of them may be forces that were supported by No. 3 after him.
While Lifeng was fighting for life and death, other places on the Red Star were also not a calm pond, but were also experiencing all kinds of turbulent waves!
What surprised No. 3 was that after seeing these scenes, Lifeng not only showed no fear, but even licked his lips, with a bloodthirsty excitement on his face. It turned out that there were so many things happening on this land, and there were so many powerful guys! He couldn't wait to rush out of this southwest region and enter a bigger battlefield and a bigger stage! Only by fighting with more powerful enemies can he continue to evolve and move towards the final peak!
"Human, you've surprised me again." Number Three narrowed his eyes and put on a playful expression, "Maybe this is why you were able to survive while others died." Although Number Three is a silicon-based intelligent life, it can still feel Richemont's strong desire to survive and fight.
"But you should also understand that although these chosen ones have died, there are still many other chosen ones besides you. If you can still survive and perform better, you will also get my complete recognition and the greatest help. The location of the Steel City ruins is defensible. I suggest you build your own base here, and I will also provide you with the corresponding engineering machinery and various materials as well as heavy firepower. How about it?" Number Three played the arrogant and cold role of a strong woman, holding her head high and saying, "One hundred thousand doses of odorogen, ten permanent fortifications, twenty artillery batteries, thirty tanks, and some information about the twelve archangel-level artificial intelligences of the Angel Clan on the Red Star Republic."
"Of course, if you want to get all this, you have to do something for me, go to a place and take some things out."
After finishing speaking, No. 3 looked at Lifeng with an arrogant look on his face. In his opinion, Lifeng would definitely be surprised and grateful for the help he provided. After all, for Lifeng now, although he has already established a foothold in the ruins of Steel City, he still needs more powerful forces to gain a firm foothold. The things he provided can enable Lifeng to consolidate his power in a very short time.
What he didn't expect was that after hearing these words, Richemont still had an indifferent expression on his face and didn't even blink. Even if No. 3 was an artificial intelligence, it could still feel Richemont's contempt and anger!
"One million doses of scent suppressant, fifty permanent fortifications, a large fortress that can accommodate one hundred thousand people and withstand a million-ton nuclear explosion, one hundred artillery batteries, three hundred tanks, and everything you know about this damn war." After Richemont finished speaking, he gently uttered two words again, "Everything." Although his voice was light, it was decisive!
What a joke, this No. 3 is just treating him like a beggar. You know, No. 3 definitely has a large amount of odorants in stock, and they are extremely cheap. You know, even the Chuancheng Fortress can now produce odorants. And the construction of various fortifications only requires No. 3 to dispatch engineering machinery, which consumes some energy at most. As for turrets and tanks, No. 3 does not consume his own supplies, he only needs to send engineering machinery to the surrounding military bases that have become ruins to transport them. The information of the twelve archangel-level artificial intelligences of the Angel Clan is of no use to Richemont at present, and is not as practical as the force deployment of the Chuancheng Fortress.
What No. 3 said, "go to a place and take some things out", is definitely not an easy task. You have to know that something that a being like him can't accomplish by himself is obviously difficult to a certain extent, and it is probably a matter of life and death. In this case, he actually wanted to exchange a pile of garbage for Richemont's loyalty, how could Richemont not despise him!
