Chapter 356 Memories that Were Not Returned Vol8 (Part 1)

Chapter 356 Memories that have not been returned Vol.8 (Part 1)

This was decades ago when Xiangshan mourned for Borshu.

Xiangshan walked to the door of a warehouse and kicked it open.

Inside the door was a group of gangsters.

Or rather, a group of Xiangshan.

Xiangshan had already drawn his weapon in his hand. For safety, these gang members were not equipped with very good martial arts algorithms. If they really wanted to fight, he could beat them.

But the opponent was "Xiangshan" after all, and should not be underestimated.

His next command would destroy the lives of those guys. Those guys might also have a "survival instinct". Over the years, under the effect of various drugs, those false personality masks have imprinted the "Xiangshan" mark into the brains of those dead creatures, so it is hard to guarantee that they do not have a survival instinct.

Although Xiangshan has a back-up plan to control these "selves", he dare not gamble. This kind of thing is absolutely not to be gambled.

Those guys are concentrating on reading documents. Several people looked up and asked, "What happened?"

"Emergency." Xiangshan said, "Execute the final uninstallation program."

Several gang members looked at each other.

One of them asked, "Is this necessary?"

"In a few hours...or even minutes, Jakub will lock onto this city. He can't be hidden." Xiangshan said.

Another "shadow" asked, "Why don't you run away?"

"For some reason, I must choose to die credibly in front of Jakub. Only in this way will he stop certain actions."

"Is it possible for one of us to die in his place?"

"No." Xiangshan shook his head and said, "How can you appear in front of Jakub? Impossible. I will do my best to prevent this from happening."

So, a gang member stood up, walked silently to the corner, picked up the liquid fuel, and splashed it around.

Another person quickly went online and began to spread this instruction.

Others began to smash suspicious instruments in an orderly manner and dismantle the storage units in the equipment.

The rest of the people stood opposite Xiangshan: "There are some things you have to do yourself. This will make the scars on our bodies look more reasonable."

Xiangshan nodded.

A gang member stood opposite Xiangshan and used the infrared signal of the artificial eye to transmit the data to Xiangshan's body.

Xiangshan shook his head: "All this is meaningless..."

He just rushed to the Black Valley of Old Hammers once. That memory has been uploaded. After "that upload" until his death, he will not have another chance to upload memories.

"No, it is meaningful." The "Xiangshan" smiled, "This is the meaning of our birth."

Just at this moment, a violent whistling sound came from above. It was the sound of the giant orbital module airborne.

"They have assembled the vanguard troops." The "Xiangshan"'s face changed: "No time to explain. Come on."

Other pseudo-personality masks also picked up weapons and hit the people around them mercilessly.

Xiangshan confirmed the prompt that the file was received, then nodded and smashed it out with a stick.

The guy's entire brain immediately deformed.

Next came sixteen false personalities, sixteen swings of the stick.

One false personality ignited the fuel on the ground before dying. The fire was already burning.

Xiangshan ran out quickly.

Not all gang members stayed in the base, some were still walking outside to maintain the operation of the gang.

He had to kill every gang member he saw, and leave his footprints everywhere.

Only in this way could he hide from others.

Time was running out.

Soon, there was a commotion. Hartman seemed to have begun to surround the city.

Almost at the same time, a public message appeared on the local network.

Xiangshan naturally saw it.

Hartman's request was that Xiangshan die in front of him. He had to confirm Xiangshan's death.

Xiangshan calculated the countdown.

Fortunately...

At least they could deal with their own false personalities.

He came to the second gang base. The false personalities in this base had already started to kill each other efficiently according to the instructions, and a small half of them had died.

The rest also used bullets and fists to leave some traces on the wall that looked like fighting.

Xiangshan nodded to the remaining personality masks and quickly went to the third base.

Then the fourth... the fifth...

When Xiangshan was clearing out those gang bases, there was constant news.

The new lord who had only been in office for three years tried to set up a vehicle to escape from Dela Cruz City, but was shot down by King Agni outside the atmosphere. King Agni did not allow anyone to leave the city.

"It seems that he is really anxious." Xiangshan thought so: "What did Xinyu reveal... or my side? Did he see the feasibility of 'computer controlling human brain'? He also realized that this technology is very dangerous, so he wants to strangle it at all costs?"

Xiangshan thought so, and then met with Peng Da, a gang member walking on the street. He quickly twisted the gang member's neck, then took out the storage device and crushed it with one foot.

Soon, King Agni gave the conditions.

"Guys like Xiangshan must go to the designated coordinates to die."

Otherwise, this human protector will destroy the entire city.

What a scary guy.

Xiangshan sighed. He saw the countdown. After silently estimating the time, Xiangshan breathed a sigh of relief. He did have time to kill all the gangsters before leaving.

All traces of this technology must be destroyed. This technology can be born, but it must not fall into the hands of people like Hartman.

However, looking at those countdowns, Xiang Shan showed melancholy.

The part of memory preserved underground may be able to return to the next Xiangshan many years later.

However, since he left that secret room, all the memories he has now are destined to be unable to be saved.

This part of the memory only lasts a little more than a few hours. It was slightly more than half an hour longer than the countdown given by Hartman.

This memory alone does not belong to "Martial Ancestor Xiangshan" nor to "Next Xiangshan".

"So...is this memory the only one that counts as 'me'?" Xiang Shan thought.

But he still went to the next stronghold non-stop.

There is no time to lament. Xiangshan saw from the surveillance that other knights had already claimed that they entered the metal aerosol from Xiangshan.

The "surrogate death" of those knights seems to have little meaning now. Hartman seems to have a way of identifying Xiangshan. All the ordinary warriors were killed.

As pointless as this move is,...

They are all good people.

Xiangshan was very anxious. Perhaps every second he slows down, a fellow Jianghu comrade will die because of "substitute death". ,

Must be faster.

Green Forest had already set fire to the warehouse he usually used. The contents inside were also blown up.

This can also give the illusion that Xiang Shan is at war with those gangsters. Their last-minute battle, art and grudges boil over.

Everything is reasonable.

Xiangshan shot and killed several fake personality masks in the streets and alleys who had no time to enter the bunker.

After eliminating them, Xiang Shan inquired about the surrounding activities.

People had gathered and shouted for help. They are asking a knight to save them.

Xiangshan sighed slightly and headed to the last stronghold.

Within the stronghold, the false personality masks of the Shadow Gang have completed most of the work of killing each other. The remaining people even buried detonators into the wall, preparing to blow it up completely.

However, unexpectedly, before Xiangshan finished the cleaning work, Adong came over.

"Xiang Shan..." Among the ruins, A Dong said straight to the point: "Escape."

"What?"

"Escape. You must have a way." A Dong shouted, "You are a great knight during the War of Ascension, the ancestor of martial arts..."

"The opposite side is also the Great Eagle Dog from the War of Ascension, a man of extremely strong internal strength." Xiang Shan shrugged and smashed a storage device with a long stick.

"I'm still doing this... Still doing this! What's the use? You're going to die soon! Please, think of another way... Think of a way!" A Dong suddenly became excited. She shouted loudly: "You are..."

Xiang Shan thought for a moment and said: "The collective memory compiled by this gang may become the seeds of the green forest, so it must be carefully eliminated."

This is the most realistic reason he can give.

Xiang Shan looked at the silver star looming above the dome and said calmly: "The 'old friends' over there only gave me this little time, and I can't do anything else. Just think of it as making a little more contribution to my hometown in this life." Bar."

A Dong seemed completely unable to accept all this. She knelt on the ground: a stranger knelt on the ground: "But what should you do... you haven't... Xiang Shan, you shouldn't die here like this. You are the resurrected Xiang Shan, you..."

"'Xiang Shan' has died at least seven times. There is nothing he shouldn't die for." Xiang Shan looked at the white streak on the horizon and said: "I would give my life a thousand times for this world... It's a pity that this kind of thing is not death." It seems like this life is really over.”

The two argued fiercely for a few more words. It seems that A Dong still cannot accept this result.

Xiang Shan sighed and pulled off the magnetic core fabric that he had prepared long ago: "This is the magnetic core fabric. The content inside is a few magnetic links." Xiang Shan said: "This is the only thing I have thought about in my life. , it’s a pity that it has been lost. I haven’t had time to verify its power, but from the perspective of ‘Xiang Shan’, it is a good concept. If it is polished in battle, it will be optimized to a stronger level.”

A Dong seemed even more broken down. She held the fabrics and cried.

But prosthetic eyes do not have tear glands to provide tears.

Xiangshan finally had no choice but to harden his heart and hack into his friend's prosthetic body.

"No... you can't..." A Dong screamed: "Xiang Shan, stop it... No, you can't... A noble knight cannot force others! You can't!"

But A-Dong's prosthetic body stood up on its own.

Tomorrow I will go to Nanjing to participate in a science fiction forum organized by the Future Bureau. Updates may be unstable in the next few days. I hope you can forgive me. (But anyway, it’s just the end of one chapter, a reflection and the usual day off...)