155: Sending garbage to God

Chapter 155: Delivering Trash to God “Well said.”

Chen Mo leaned against the front of the truck, even having the leisure to spin the rattle drum in his hand, making a thumping sound.

“So we’ve delivered ourselves to your doorstep.”

“Eliminate.”

The man in white said nothing more, waving his arm.

Whoosh!

Twelve white figures instantly vanished from their original positions.

Fast.

So fast that the naked eye couldn't possibly catch them.

But in Chen Mo’s world, they were as slow as snails.

Because they were also networked.

A thousandth of a second before they made their move, the electrical current sound of the command transmission had already drilled into Chen Mo’s ears.

“Third from the left, duck!” Chen Mo roared.

Su Qingxue almost instinctively covered her head and squatted down to defend.

Clang!

A silver light grazed her scalp, slicing through a steel pillar behind her.

“Ninth Master, two o’clock, throw!”

Ninth Master didn’t even think, swinging the dozens of pounds heavy wrench in his hand and smashing it out.

Bang!

A man in white, who was about to launch a sneak attack, was hit precisely in the face by the wrench. Although it didn't shatter the hard alloy skull, the huge impact made him lose his balance, and he slammed into the wall Li Ke a fly.

“Open fire! Don’t save bullets!” Su Qingxue raised her gun and fired.

Bullets struck the armor of the men in white, splashing sparks, but they couldn't penetrate.

“Can’t penetrate! This is aerospace-grade alloy!” Su Qingxue gritted her teeth.

“No need to penetrate.”

Chen Mo, dragging his broken leg, held something he’d taken from the garbage truck—it was the green-haired guy’s five-shot shotgun, but it wasn’t loaded with bullets.

It was filled with rusty iron nails.

“Just break their balance system.”

Chen Mo closed his eyes, listening to the sound of air being cut, and the faint electrical hum from the maglev boots.

Now.

Boom!

He pulled the trigger.

Iron nails shot out, not at anyone, but at the fire sprinkler system overhead.

Splash!

Firefighting water mixed with foam instantly poured down.

The ground became wet.

The men in white, who had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly paused.

“Maglev fears water film interference the most.” Ninth Master’s eyes lit up. “Well done!”

“It’s not over yet!” Chen Mo threw the gun away, grabbing the high-voltage cable connected to the garbage truck’s battery. “Captain Su! Cover me!”

Su Qingxue understood instantly.

She no longer aimed at the enemies’ bodies, but specifically at their eyes.

The crackling gunfire forced the men in white to raise their hands to protect their heads.

Taking advantage of this opening, Chen Mo, Li Ke a limping leopard, lunged towards the accumulated water on the ground.

Sizzle!

The moment the high-voltage cable touched the water, blue electric arcs shot out Li Ke snakes.

“Ugh ah—!”

That was the shriek of electronic components overloading.

Black smoke billowed from the twelve men in white, their maglev boots failed, and they fell to the ground Li Ke lead weights, twitching in the pile of rotten vegetables and swill.

Their once pristine combat suits were now covered in mud and grease.

“Divine Realm?”

Chen Mo walked over and stepped on the face of the leading man in white, the arrogant one from earlier.

“Now everyone’s trash.”

He bent down and pulled an ID card from the man in white’s neck.

“Let’s go, to the top floor.”

At the end of this floor was a huge freight elevator.

Li Ke shakily swiped the card, and the elevator door slowly opened.

There were no buttons inside.

Only a retinal scanner.

“This… we can’t get past this.” Li Ke said tearfully, “Should we gouge out the eye of that man in white?”

“No need.”

Ninth Master pulled out a black box from his pocket, resembling an old universal remote control, and connected it directly to the elevator’s control panel.

“This is the elevator system Old Dog Qin outsourced to me to save money back then.”

Ninth Master grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, “He thought I couldn’t get in after he upgraded the system? What a joke, the back door I left is bigger than the front door.”

Beep.

The green light came on.

The elevator began to ascend rapidly.

The sensation of weightlessness pressed against Chen Mo’s internal organs; he leaned against the elevator car wall, panting heavily.

The rattle drum in his hand was hot.

The crystal chip seemed to sense the presence of the host, vibrating slightly.

“Chen Mo.”

Su Qingxue suddenly grabbed his hand.

Her hand was cold and covered in sweat.

“If… I mean if, what that recording said is true. Once you connect to that ‘Electronic God,’ your brain might get burned out.”

“I know.”

Chen Mo watched the flickering floor numbers.

100…120…150… “Then why do you still…”

“Because I don’t want to hear that sound anymore.”

Chen Mo pointed to his ears, “Twenty years. Every night, I can hear this city crying. Those exploited bottom-dwellers, those missing children, those corpses rotting in the sewers.”

“Their heartbeats scream in my ears every night.”

“If I don’t shut down this source,” Chen Mo’s eyes were as cold as ice, “I’ll never be able to sleep.”

Ding.

The elevator stopped.

The 188th floor.

The top floor.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides.

No one.

No guards either.

Only a giant, suffocating circular hall.

The four walls of the hall were covered with floor-to-ceiling screens, displaying dazzling data waterfalls.

And in the very center of the hall, a huge, glowing sphere floated.

That wasn’t a light.

It was a “brain” formed by countless optical fibers.

Below the glowing sphere, a white chair was placed.

A person sat on the chair.

He had his back to the elevator, holding a glass of red wine, looking at the panoramic view of the city displayed on the screen.

It was the night view of Jiangcheng.

But at this moment, the night scene was no longer brilliant.

There were fires everywhere, chaos everywhere.

“You’re three minutes late.”

The person turned the chair around.

Professor Qin.

He wasn’t wearing a lab coat, but a tuxedo, as if he were going to a grand funeral.

“I have to say, your entrance…”

Professor Qin pointed to the garbage truck stuck on the tower’s waist on the screen, “is truly unique.”

“Less talk.”

Chen Mo raised the rattle drum, “Shut it down.”

“Shut it down?”

Professor Qin laughed, tears almost coming out of his eyes.

He stood up and spread his arms, as if embracing the entire hall.

“Why shut it down? Can’t you hear?”

“Listen to this beautiful sound.”

He snapped his fingers.

Sound suddenly came from the speakers around them.

Thump, thump, thump.

It was the sound of heartbeats.

But not just one person’s.

It was the heartbeats of millions of people, converging into an absolutely precise, absolutely unified rhythm.

“No quarrels, no crime, no suffering.”

Professor Qin closed his eyes in ecstasy, “Everyone’s thoughts are connected through ‘resonance.’ Your happiness is my happiness, your suffering is my suffering. In this system, humanity will achieve true mutual understanding.”

“This is evolution, Chen Mo.”

“And you are the only one who can understand this beauty.”

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