Author: Sevenfold Body

Chapter 38 NO.0026: Breadcrumbs and Adjusters

The cracked stars were like bright scars in the sky, and on the platform of the dilapidated iron tower reflected by the false sky, Jiang Zhou finally stood up from the complicatedly decorated chair.

It wasn't because he had sat down enough, but because the emergency contact system, which had been malfunctioning before, finally detected a weak signal.

Nearly ten hours had passed since his dive, and he received a signal for the first time.

However, what he received was neither the ascending signal of the deep-diving sub-tank nor the positioning signals of other deep-diving salvage personnel, but...

"Breadcrumb trail."

Jiang Zhou murmured as he looked at the marking points flashing on the positioning map.

The so-called "breadcrumb mark" refers to the road sign that when the deep submersible sub-container loses its ability to float due to an accident, the salvage crew can rely on its guidance to artificially float, cross the Styx firewall, and return to the base reality.

The reason why they are called "breadcrumbs" is because these road signs can only be maintained for a very limited time under the strange changes of the abyss dark network. It is like the fairy tale "Candy House", where Hansen and Gretel are in the forest.

Just like scattering bread crumbs as markers, it won't take long for "greedy birds" to peck them all away.

It is also for this reason that as the dive depth deepens, the accuracy of the marks will become worse and worse.

However, the accuracy of breadcrumb prints can still be guaranteed at the depth of the photosynthetic zone.

"The maximum estimated duration of the imprint is... 23 hours and 12 minutes."

Jiang Zhou quickly climbed down the iron tower while counting the countdown on the mark.

Since the estimated maximum time is 23 hours, you need to be prepared for it to expire in 12 hours, just like grenades that are marked in the field manual as detonating in five seconds, treat them as if they will explode in three seconds.

You must leave yourself redundant time.

Jumping from the last three-meter-high platform to the ground, Jiang Zhou visualized his mandala completing the certification and opened his personal backpack.

The self-sensing climbing auxiliary equipment worn on his body turned into a data stream and was collected. Jiang Zhou glanced at the contents of his backpack.

Hmm... I won't take out the Scorpio-type pulse pistol. As Black Falcon-136 said, this thing is purely a toy in a slightly higher level of combat.

Immediately, the model of the "Candle Dragon" Gauss rifle was quickly sketched in Jiang Zhou's hands, followed by three EMP grenades produced by Pluto Deep Diving Company.

Three things that looked like shrunk No. 1 cans of Coke were outlined and rendered on their own on the tactical belt.

Looking across the EMP grenade, Jiang Zhou couldn't help but recall the thrilling battle that took place in the "House of Chiron" not long ago.

Fortunately, when I was using a multi-purpose printer, I used the remaining materials from the depth 1 adjustment modification to print an EMP grenade for myself.

At that time, his idea was just to experiment and see if he could bring the stuff from Pluto Deep Diving Company outside for printing.

Unexpectedly, that thing saved me in the end, or saved "Liao Qi's" life.

Shaking his head and throwing away those miscellaneous thoughts, Jiang Zhou walked to the wide road with the gun in hand, and then clicked in the void on the thing that occupied the most data in his personal backpack - the auxiliary anti-gravity engine.

All terrain vehicle.

The compressed capsule carrying all the structural data of a car was thrown to the ground by Jiang Zhou. With the sound of "click-click" deformation, the entire compressed file expanded rapidly. Countless topological structures were connected to each other in the space, and in the blink of an eye,

A 3D model of an all-terrain vehicle that can seat eight people was assembled.

Then comes material rendering and physics engine loading.

The last thing rendered was the logo of Pluto Diving Company.

It appeared on the front hood of the car: a bident and an invisible helmet intertwined with each other, and below it was the Greek text written in gorgeous cursive letters: Plūto.

It means Pluto, Lord of Tartarus, the Lord of the Dead and Wealth in Roman mythology.

This car is not a product that emerged from the Abyss Dark Web, but a product that Pluto Deep Diving Company reverse-deciphered the technology blueprint and developed and put into production. In other words, the company can build a production line to scale up without relying on a universal printer.

Chemical production - knowing both what it is and why it is.

Pluto's scientific research progress in deep latent gravity technology has been unprecedented. Vehicles with anti-gravity engines have been commercialized in recent years, which even vaguely threatens Neptune Transportation Group's monopoly on civilian vehicles.

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In short, after about ten seconds of decompression, an auxiliary anti-gravity engine all-terrain vehicle with an estimated sales of more than 1.5 million Oreis on the market was loaded - Oreis, as the most popular Orei in this era.

The purchasing power of a credible currency is slightly higher than that of the US dollar at the beginning of the 21st century.

After getting in the car and holding the steering wheel, Jiang Zhou thought seriously about whether he should use a multi-purpose printer to print out this thing and sell it for money.

After all, due to successive serious blows, the Icarus Liberation Front is now short of both money and personnel.

Recruiting new members, rebuilding the intelligence network, repairing orphanages, purchasing materials and equipment, and providing pensions to the families of fallen comrades... Each of these expenditures can make those in charge of the finances pull their hair and scream.

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After all, after such successive blows, the organization's financial hole is now too big.

Maintaining an efficient and stable modern organizational structure is by no means a matter that can be solved by faith.

Even when the church had no money, it would sell indulgences.

If I can find a suitable seller, selling this all-terrain vehicle for 1.5 million Ore can greatly alleviate Icarus's current financial difficulties.

However, the moment he stepped on the accelerator, Jiang Zhou rejected this plan in his heart.

First, he couldn't explain to the organization how he got the printing permission for this car. There was no way he could say that Santa Claus stuffed it in his stocking and gave it to him.

Secondly, he was not sure whether there was a hidden mechanism in the car. If there was, the source of its leakage would be exposed after entering the market.

"Theseus, why did the car you lost in the Abyss Dark Web appear in the hands of a hallucinogen dealer in the Nord settlement area?"

Jiang Zhou seemed to be able to hear the guy named Ye Qian asking him this question with a smile.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is currently trapped in the abyss dark web of Depth 2. Whether he can go back alive remains to be seen.

If he was trapped and died here, and his body outside was directly extubated, he wouldn't have to think about the financial deficit of the Icarus Liberation Front.

All in all, let's get over the current predicament first.

Inputting the signal source of the "breadcrumb trail" into the on-board computer, Jiang Zhou sped away in the direction of the navigation.

With the assistance of an anti-gravity engine, this all-terrain vehicle can reach a top speed of more than 800 kilometers per hour.

However, even after absorbing the tactical memory of driving expertise, Jiang Zhou did not dare to step on the accelerator like this - this speed was still too exaggerated for the native part of himself.

Unless you change your account to Liao Qi.

But right now, there is no way for him to board Liao Qi's number.

And this is because...

…………

"You're awake."

After Liao Qi woke up, the first thing that caught his eye was the fruit basket and wreath placed on the bedside table.

"Forget the fruit basket, what, can we take down the wreath?"

This was the first sentence Liao Qi said when he woke up after eight hours of coma.

Booker looked at each other with a pretty young woman next to him who looked about twenty-five or sixty, and then he cleared his throat and said:

"These are the thoughts of the children and employees of Chiron House. It was you who saved the little shrimp tiger's life. Aunt Huo specifically asked me to express her gratitude. She also said that she would hold a thank you party for you in the future... so

, just keep it with peace of mind.”

"but……"

Jiang Zhou tried to explain, but the delicate-looking young woman, whose name was Bai Dong in Liao Qi's memory, was a licensed mental adjuster and the only mental doctor within the organization, said in a comforting tone.

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"Don't worry, those children didn't spend money to buy real flowers grown in water. These are paper flowers they folded out of paper and then carefully woven into wreaths."

This is what I fucking want to say...

After opening his mouth, Jiang Zhou finally swallowed his words.

It seems that in this era, the funeral industry is not popular in this place.

Forget it, when in town, do as the Romans do, when in town, do as the Romans do...

After comforting himself in his mind, Jiang Zhou dragged his bandaged body and sat up. Bai Dong stood up and seemed to want to stop him, but was stopped by Booker.

Jiang Zhou looked around and then asked:

"Why am I here..."

"Do you remember what happened before you fainted?"

Booker asked immediately.

Jiang Zhou shook his head:

"I have a vague impression, but I can't remember it clearly."

After hearing this, Booker turned to look at Bai Dong aside, nodded to her, and then said:

"Okay, let me start from what I saw. At that time, I..."

In fact, Jiang Zhou remembered it.
To be continued...