"That's a good idea!" Maitreya's face finally showed a touch of joy. "Mr. G is right. No matter what kind of trouble you have, you will always have a way to solve it."
"Really? What else did he say to you?" Zhang Heng put the gun back on his waist.
"He was indeed in the wrong this time. He shouldn't have hidden anything from you about the courier. When we return to the first floor, Mr. G said that he will personally apologize to you. Not only will he find someone to perform the surgery for you and provide you with 5 million credit points, but he will also give you other compensation. He must make sure that you are satisfied," Maitreya said respectfully.
"So polite? Maybe he will only think of me when he is forced into a desperate situation, "Zhang Heng said lightly.
Maitreya smiled but did not deny it. "In any case, it's better to be useful than to be useless. Only capable people will be used, and a capable person like you can even control his own fate to a certain extent."
"What about you?" Zhang Heng was noncommittal. "Why are you willing to risk your life to be the courier for tonight's transaction?"
"To create a better world, where there are no classes, no exploitation, no deception, and everyone can find the meaning of their own existence …" A look of yearning appeared on Maitreya's face.
"With all due respect, no matter what form of social organization it is, it is full of classes and exploitation," Zhang Heng said. "As for the meaning of their own existence that you mentioned, most ordinary people are destined to never find it, whether there are clones or not."
"What a pessimistic statement. No wonder Miss F said that you don't believe in any ideals." Maitreya sighed. "Your life must be very boring. Even if you have powerful strength that everyone envies, you can't find a reason to use it. It's like a knight with a sword, but there's no lord to serve."
"I have seen many pure idealists. Under normal circumstances, there are only two paths in front of them. Either they are defeated by reality and give up their ideals, or they choose to stick to their ideals and die in despair."
"Fortunately, we won't take either of these paths because we have an excellent leader." Maitreya smiled.
"I'm not done yet," Zhang Heng said. "A very small number of people will take the third path. They realize the great energy contained in their ideals and begin to exploit and utilize this energy. The more utopian an ideal is, the more incomparably provocative it is. Some people will gather believers in the name of ideals, prepare troops, and bewitch other idealists to serve them. After that, they will use the blood of these people to pave a path to the throne for them."
After Zhang Heng finished speaking, the room fell into silence. After a while, Maitreya said, "Oh, this statement is quite novel, but I believe Mr. G is not such a person."
"It's just a casual chat. Don't take it to heart, and don't take it to heart." Zhang Heng looked at the time again, then pointed at the boy in the baseball cap on the ground. "It's almost time to contact the emergency response team. Let's go. Take him with us. We have to change places. This place is not suitable for contact with the emergency response team."
…
The place where Zhang Heng was going to meet with the emergency response team was at an amusement park. He and Maitreya drove there and saw the locked gate.
Under normal circumstances, this place would get off work at nine o 'clock, leaving only an old security guard to guard the gate. Obviously, the latter was no match for Zhang Heng and Maitreya.
After defeating the old security guard, Maitreya found a bunch of keys from his duty room and opened the gate of the amusement park. After that, the two drove directly into the amusement park.
This was the largest amusement park on the second floor. There were many amusement facilities in it, and it was popular with children on weekdays. Zhang Heng parked the car in the Racing Kingdom in the southwest corner of the amusement park. There were many one-to-one car models here, and it would be difficult to find the real car if one did not test it one by one.
Zhang Heng and Maitreya agreed that if too many emergency response team members came, the two would return here and drive away from the amusement park. After that, Maitreya installed Feng Zi's homemade high-definition camera on the tallest Ferris wheel in the park and made other arrangements according to Zhang Heng's requirements.
At twelve o 'clock sharp, a black electric car stopped outside the amusement park on time.
Two men and a woman got out of the car, all of them wearing bulletproof vests and armed to the teeth. They walked to the gate and looked at the lock on it. Just when they were about to use violence to unlock it, Zhang Heng's voice came from the loudspeaker in front of the door. "Leave the car outside. The small door is open. You can come in from there."
The man and woman following behind looked at the man in the lead. After the latter nodded, the three of them walked through the small half-closed door. As they walked, they looked around vigilantly. The only woman among them even raised the heat detector in her hand to check the surrounding semi-enclosed amusement facilities to see if there was an ambush hidden inside.
It took the three about twenty minutes to walk to the center of the amusement park, but they still did not see Zhang Heng and Maitreya. However, they accidentally found the baseball cap boy who had disappeared earlier. He was tied outside the Ferris wheel and stopped at the highest point. No one knew if he was dead or alive.
The leader made a gesture, and another man went into the control room on the side, looking for the start button inside.
Maitreya looked at the picture transmitted by the camera, a little nervous. He then said to Zhang Heng, "There are three of them. Should we fight or flee?"
"We can't flee. There are eight of them now. If three of them come here, that means there are five of them at the station. There are too many of them, and we can't get through their blockade. We can only kill the three of them here first and force them to disperse their forces," Zhang Heng then said, "How's your shooting skill?"
"I served in the Marines and learned how to shoot. I got an excellent score in the final assessment, so I guess my shooting skill is quite good among ordinary people. However, I'm definitely not as good as those monsters outside," Maitreya smiled bitterly.
"Then you better find a way to hide in the next battle. Keep an eye on a few cameras and report their movements to me in time," Zhang Heng said.
"Understood." Maitreya did not force himself.
After assigning the tasks, Zhang Heng carried the Barrett that he had assembled using Lego bricks and climbed onto the pirate ship in front of him. The ship was about two kilometers away from the Ferris wheel, and even the thermal detector couldn't detect it.
Zhang Heng set up the gun on the pirate ship, measured the wind speed, and looked at the temperature, humidity, and atmospheric pressure. After making some adjustments, he aimed at the leader and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
After a gunshot, the bullet accurately crossed the distance of two kilometers and hit the target in the chest. The man flew backward under the tremendous kinetic energy, as if someone had picked up a huge Mjolnir and hit him in the chest.
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