Chapter 243 NO00f2: Eloise Hanel

Chapter 243 NO.00f2: Héloïse Hanel

In the current public opinion environment, the "Human Intelligence Ethics Supervisory Committee" has always been the resident buffoon in the hell jokes of various forums due to the nature of its work and its incompetence.

This cannot be blamed for today's netizens being too mean - in this Olympus company, they can arrest opponents at will, use them as human flesh mining cards and stuff them into the abyss and dark web, or use them as experimental bodies to test the dark web. The age of technological performance. The term "Anthropological Ethics Supervision" is just like Oceania's "Ministry of Friendship", full of self-evident irony.

Looking at the pattern that evolved from the "United Nations" logo, Jiang Zhou couldn't help but think: From this point of view, the positioning of these guys is pretty much the same as in the past.

However, despite political incompetence, the bullets fired from the hands of peacekeepers are still equally deadly. Therefore, Jiang Zhou put down the firearm in his hand according to what they said, and then squatted down with his head in his hands.

"Is this your attitude towards citizens who are brave and enthusiastic? I originally thought that you would just prepare a plate-sized medal."

Jiang Zhou complained as he knelt down - to be treated like this after being brave enough to do justice, probably no one would be in a good mood.

Especially when you still have important things to do.

But speaking of which, when did these guys enter the Nord resettlement area?

Jiang Zhou still remembered that the Anthroposophical Ethics Supervision Committee had never been stationed in the Nord resettlement area in the past. After all, six Olympus companies have opened branches here, and the political resistance is too great...

Oh, right...

Jiang Zhou finally recalled that the Human Intelligence Ethics Supervision Committee came to the Nord resettlement area to set up an office and open humanitarian aid channels underground in the resettlement area. It seemed that these were the conditions he had negotiated with Booker.

After the Battle of Shattered Sky, the six companies were forced to agree to this condition.

So, is this a hole you dug for yourself?

Jiang Zhou smiled bitterly.

The airflow from the flying car made Jiang Zhou's windbreaker rustle, and three guys wearing full-coverage peacekeeping helmets jumped out of the armed flying car, making a dull sound.

"I don't have a medal, but if you cooperate with your work, you may be rewarded with a commemorative holographic wallpaper from the committee... Let me ask you, great hero. Why did that cyber madman just stop suddenly in the end?"

Among the three peacekeepers, the leader walked up to Jim and said.

The man was not tall, but he had a condescending attitude. And the attitude he said was like a primary school teacher coaxing students.

Jim frowned - he was not very good at reading the other person's thoughts.

The other party's voice is processed by certain devices in the helmet, making it sound as sharp as a distorted electric sound. This kind of processing greatly eliminated the representation in the other party's voice, making it impossible for Jim to analyze the meaning beyond the words themselves.

"What do I need wallpaper for? To hang it on the wall as a dart target?"

Jim mocked him like this first, and then said:

"He is a cyber madman. If I can guess his thoughts, doesn't it mean that I am also in danger?"

The other party is either an adjuster whose mind has deviated from normal people, or a professional who has undergone special confrontation training.

Jim finally confirmed this.

Apart from words, there were very few changes in representation that he could observe from the other person - this person seemed to have suppressed many of his unconscious activities, making himself look like a doll.

What's even stranger is that among the few signs that Jim can see, there is a feeling that is very familiar to him for some reason.

Could it be that I know this person?

At this time, the man continued:

"So facing such a professional killing machine, you rushed forward without fear of sacrifice, and then miraculously subdued the opponent.

"Isn't this too much of a coincidence?"

Regarding this question, Jim's heart sank and he did not reply.

What I worried about still happened.

The Anthroposophical Ethics Committee is the strongest adjuster control group. Registering and controlling all adjusters like the mutants in "X-Men" is a cause they have been promoting in recent years.

Today, the largest adjuster archive in the world was established by them. The registration files of the Provisional Government of the Nord Resettlement Area are also connected to that archive - to be honest, Jim really doesn't want his identity as an adjuster to be known by the "tenth floor" government unless he has no choice.

After all, the adjuster of the Orphic path is synonymous with trouble everywhere.

"I can only say that miracles sometimes happen like this, and the way you asked people feels very rude, so if there is nothing else I want to ask, I can go..."

Calm down your emotions, Jim said.

"No...Mr. Jim Leiter."

The man said his name without hesitation, commanded his teammates with his chin, and picked up his Seiko revolver "Persuader" from the ground.

And Jim could only watch as the other party picked up the gun, opened the magazine, and then pulled out the last jamming round.

After carefully examining it for a while, he threw the interference bomb to the leader.

"What is this? By the way, you can stand up now."

The guy who made Jim feel a little disgusted said so.

"I guess this little thing is probably called a bullet. Put it in the gun and pull the trigger, and you can fire the bullet to hit the bad guys."

Jim stood up and sneered in a parenting tone.

"I know what a bullet is."

The man said, turning the jamming bullet between his fingers like a coin.

"But I want to know what is loaded in the warhead of this bullet-it can turn a irritable high-risk cyberpsychopath into a docile lamb to be slaughtered in an instant."

The other party knows something...

In response, Jim shrugged and said:

"You can take it for inspection."

The jamming bullet is specially designed. If it is not impacted into the human body, but forcibly disassembled, the [lyre] in the bullet will instantly degrade and become inactive.

"No, I want to hear your answer."

The bullet bounced high like a coin, and the man grabbed it in his palm and said so.

Jim finally lost his patience:

"I see, so you actually want to hear a joke, right? Then I have a more appropriate one: How many Human Intellectual Ethics Supervisors does it take to change a light bulb?"

Faced with Jim's ridicule, the leader sighed for the first time:

"I say, why are you so hostile to us?"

Jim ignored him and continued to talk:

"The answer is zero, because the Human Intellectual Ethics Supervisory Committee has never been able to do anything, just like you did before. When the cyber madman appeared in the hierarchy center and killed people, you took enough to fight the commissions. The expensive weapons for the war of soldiers have arrived late. And the first thing you do after you arrive is to aggressively embarrass an ordinary citizen who helped you solve the problem, so that you don’t look so incompetent. "

He paused for a moment, and seeing that the other party did not refute, he continued:

"Did I forget to mention that before Ikaros started the rebellion, you didn’t even dare to come to this resettlement area to set up an office? Probably only when you raise operating funds for publicity every year will you show a strong presence here. "

When Jim said this, the crowd around him had increased. His previous speech made him gain considerable support from those passers-by - some people around him had already booed him.

Although his words were somewhat intended to divert the topic and make up for himself. But the previous crowd saw with their own eyes the cyber madman who he had subdued alone.

And this group of "official people" with beautiful equipment just came late without doing anything.

For a while, more people spoke for Jim, and more and more people gathered around to point fingers.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the men looked at each other.

"Boss, what should we do?"

The man who had picked up Jim's gun asked.

"What else can we do? Let's go... The formalities have not been completed yet, and we have no law enforcement power in Nord. Besides, we came here to help this time."

The leader said so, and then, without warning, he threw the jammer in his hand back to Jim.

The man next to him also threw the gun back to him.

"I have to say, Jimmy. After so many years, your way of doing things is still as bad as before."

As she said that, the man pressed her helmet, and the full-coverage visor on her face faded like scales, revealing her beautiful appearance after that.

The moment he saw the other person's face, Jim was stunned.

"Seeing that you have not changed much in all these years, I am relieved."

Behind the helmet, the flaxen hair that was originally bound slid to her shoulders like water.

She said so with a smile.

...

The thing that happened in the past, that nightmare. In an instant, Jim's mind flashed back, and then overlapped with the person in front of him.

It was at the bottom of the dark dry well, the flaxen-haired girl with limbs broken like bamboo, smiled and whispered to him:

"Don't worry about me, just let me stay here, Jimmy."

"You know, I won't blame you."

"Let's go, don't look back."

...

The palpitations caused by the traumatic flashback made Jim stunned for at least five seconds. And when he came back to his senses, the three people from the Human Intelligence Ethics Supervision Committee had already returned to the armored car.

"Heloise?"

Looking at the person who looked exactly like the woman in his memory, Jim couldn't help but whisper the name.

The name he would never forget in his life.

Heloise Haenel.

The first girl he fell in love with.

The first girl he left behind.

Jim came to his senses and wanted to chase after him to ask something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.

At the same time, after the armed vehicle started up, it sped along the navigation light band in the air, and soon turned into a tiny black dot.

Jim's eyes followed it all the time, looking at the clear sky lights under the dome, and he didn't speak for a long time.

At this moment, countless questions filled his head.

Why is it Hanel? Why is she still alive?

When did she join the Human Intellectual Ethics Committee? What is her purpose in coming to the Nord Resettlement Area? Did she know that she was here before? How would she feel when she saw herself again?

And most importantly... how should I face the one I once left behind?

[You are so absent-minded, is that your first love? ]

At this time, Chen Wang interrupted.

[Shut up]

Jim was really in no mood to continue to argue with him about these issues.

[Oh, that must be it. Brother, I know how you feel. When I made the first one...]

Before Chen Wang shared his glorious past of being kicked out by his own creation, Jim blocked him.

At this time, Jim received a new friend request in his address book.

He immediately opened the friend request interface:

[Heloise Haenel aka Little Fireworks]

[ps: I am very pleased to see that Big Wood still remembers the method of making "jamming bombs", so I allow you to add me as a contact (if you dare not approve it, you will be in trouble)]

Big Wood, Little Fireworks... these nicknames have been used for many years...

You still call yourself this lady... You don't even consider your age...

Looking at the message on the friend request, Jim thought helplessly.

It was five minutes later when he found that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he quickly frowned again.

After frowning, he first clicked "reject" on the request, and then turned on the do not disturb mode.

By the way, congratulations to "Abyss Wanderer" for being shortlisted for the 34th Galaxy Award for Best Online Literature. Applause!

(Paji Paji Paji!)

Then there is something I want to say. Before opening the book, I have checked the information of Latin American slums for the setting of the underground steps in the Nord resettlement area. But recently, I have been paying attention to the news about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and found that the real hell on earth is much more horrible and tragic than what I imagined by comparing it with the literature - even if I dig out the hell on earth I imagined, it is not even one tenth as cruel as the reality, and this contrast really makes people feel very powerless.

May the world be peaceful.