Armor: I'm in Nava, but I'm Oxer?

Zhang Zhao followed Xu Zhancan's footsteps and continued deeper into this underground shelter.

The scenes along the way were all much the same: dirty, dilapidated shacks, humans huddled in the shadows with numb eyes, and children who were emaciated from long-term hunger and whose crying seemed weak and feeble.

As they ventured deeper into the core of the base, the surrounding landscape began to show some positive changes.

Those scattered tents made of rags and sheet metal, which seemed like they could be blown away by the wind at any moment, were gradually replaced by small houses built from discarded shipping containers and concrete blocks.

Although it is still simple, it at least looks a bit like a "home".

The people operating here are in much better spirits. Most of them are wearing uniform combat uniforms that are worn but clean, and their eyes are filled with vigilance and determination.

More patrols carrying energy weapons have emerged, their steady and powerful steps bringing a sense of order and security to this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Combat personnel receive better treatment.

Zhang Zhao was not surprised by this.

Special times call for special policies.

At the heart of the site, a fairly well-decorated space, converted from an old-fashioned subway platform, comes into view.

Finally, we can see some high-tech features here.

Despite having Xu Zhancan personally leading the way and Commander Su Xiaoxiao issuing the highest order, Zhang Zhao still had to go through several rigorous checkpoints to enter this final command center.

Identity verification, weapon scanning, mental fluctuation detection... each procedure is carried out meticulously.

"I'm so sorry," Xu Zhancan said, a rare apologetic smile appearing on her usually cold face as she waited for a heavy alloy door to open. She even bowed slightly to Zhang Zhao. "The Commander's safety is just too important. None of these procedures can be skipped."

As the person Su Xiaoxiao personally requested to see, she naturally had to show him the utmost respect.

Moreover, Zhang Zhao's previously displayed unfathomable strength was enough to command genuine respect.

Zhang Zhao casually waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry about it at all: "That's right. In this environment, these are necessary safeguards. If I could really get here without any obstacles, then I would have to underestimate you."

Hearing this, Xu Zhancan visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your understanding."

After passing through the final iris scan, the heavy alloy door groaned and slid open slowly to both sides.

The door to the command center finally opened.

Zhang Zhao finally saw the true face of the Human Resistance Headquarters in 2072.

It was more spacious and busier than he had imagined.

Countless cables, like steel vines, hung from the ceiling, connecting to high-speed servers that emitted a deep hum, forming the "heartbeat" of the entire base.

A huge holographic screen stands in the very center of the command room, occupying almost the entire wall.

The screen was now precisely divided into hundreds of small segments of varying sizes, each displaying a different real-time battle scene unfolding intensely:

A squad of soldiers clad in standard armor is locked in fierce combat with hideous zombies amidst the ruins of a devastated city, with energy beams and flashes of fire constantly appearing.

A few pieces of armor had some color.

Kapo, Aloy, Reif, Eggoth...

Although it has entered mass production, the level of mass production is not as high as expected.

Above the sky, humans piloted formations of old but still tenacious fighter jets, weaving through dense anti-aircraft fire, carrying out suicidal bombardments on some important energy nodes... Countless scenes unfolded, together composing a tragic song of apocalyptic resistance.

In front of this giant screen, a woman was intently watching everything.

She stood there quietly, her figure somewhat slender, but her eyes never stopped, rapidly switching between different surveillance screens, constantly paying attention to the ever-changing battle situation.

It was a face exactly like Su Xiaoxiao's, which Zhang Zhao had seen twice before.

But compared to the lively, sweet, and lovely "Ifi," the woman in front of me had a much more serious and somber expression. Her tightly furrowed brows seemed to have never relaxed, as if she were shouldering the future of all humanity all by herself.

She only looked away from the screen after noticing Zhang Zhao and Xu Zhan enter.

However, judging from her casual actions on the console, it was clear that she had activated some kind of automatic monitoring and early warning program to prevent missing any emergencies.

"Xu Can, please go out for a moment."

Without any pleasantries or small talk, Su Xiaoxiao got straight to the point.

Even though Xu Zhancan was her closest confidant, she didn't hesitate to send him away. Her gentle voice carried an air of authority that brooked no argument and was brooked no dissent.

"Yes!" Xu Zhancan showed no dissatisfaction. She gave a standard salute, turned and left, her movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

With a muffled "click," the heavy alloy door closed again.

In the command room, only Zhang Zhao and Su Xiaoxiao remained.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Su Xiaoxiao."

She turned around, her bright eyes looking quietly at Zhang Zhao, and took the initiative to extend her slender hand.

Zhang Zhao didn't hesitate. He extended his large palm, touched her fingertips lightly, and then separated.

"My name is Zhang Zhao."

"Just ask what you want to ask."

Su Xiaoxiao was decisive and efficient, seemingly not wanting to waste a single second beyond the necessary formalities.

Since Su Xiaoxiao was like this, Zhang Zhao stopped arguing.

"As the daughter of Su Yuntian, chairman of the Bawang Group in Nandu City, you should know, or at least have heard of, Ma Tian, ​​chairman of the Tiantianhao Group in the neighboring Nanbo City."

"of course."

Without much thought, Su Xiaoxiao immediately answered Zhang Zhao's question, demonstrating her excellent memory: "Nanbo City and Nandu City are both coastal cities, so they can be considered sister cities."

Both my father Su Yuntian's and Ma Tian's names contain the character "Tian," and Ma Tian's company is called Tiantianhao Group.

Businessmen of that generation had a certain superstitious streak, which led to their close personal relationships and frequent gatherings.

As she spoke, she walked to the control panel, her slender fingers flying across the virtual keyboard.

“But…” she changed the subject, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, “whether from the remaining databases in our base or from the tampered official history under the rule of the ‘Zombie King,’ there is no such city as ‘Nanbo City’ at all…”

As she operated the system, all relevant information about "Nambo City" was instantly displayed in one area on the large screen.

The result was—nothing, just a blank page.

"As a fairly good scientist, even after experiencing a serious car accident and being in a coma for a long time, I firmly believe that my memory will not be affected in any way."

Su Xiaoxiao slowly turned around. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was full of strength. "I always remember everything that happens to me clearly. It's definitely not that I'm remembering things wrong!"

She raised her head, her gaze fixed intently on Zhang Zhao, her beautiful eyes burning with the flames of reason and a steadfast pursuit of truth.

She spoke each word clearly, as if declaring war on herself and on this upside-down world: "The problem isn't me! It's this world!"

Zhang Zhao nodded calmly: "I can attest that your judgment is correct. As for my matter, I believe that Xu Zhancan has already reported it to you, so I don't need to explain it again."

"Let me tell you what I know and some of my guesses."

Su Xiaoxiao immediately regained her composure. She knew the crux of Zhang Zhao's visit. "I know what answer you want."

"it is good!"

Zhang Zhao decided to remain a listener for the time being.

It feels very comfortable to talk to someone like Su Xiaoxiao.

"Unlike Shinichi, that guy with an overwhelming sense of insensitivity, I clearly understand that the world underwent a fundamental change at a certain moment. From that day on, it was as if Nanbo City was wiped off the map out of thin air."

Because Nambo City is very close to Namdu City, I quickly realized this. And as I continued my investigation, I discovered that in the far north, there were two other cities I wasn't familiar with, which, like Nambo City, had vanished.

“It’s D City and Hope City,” Zhang Zhao interjected.

"It seems that what we are looking for is indeed the same thing."

Su Xiaoxiao didn't show any particular surprise. She continued to add her information: "If these vanished cities have one thing in common, it's that... an urban legend called 'Armor Hero' is widely circulated in these cities. Of course, whether it's actually an urban legend or not..."

As she spoke the last sentence, Su Xiaoxiao kept her eyes fixed on Zhang Zhao, trying to find the final answer from him.

"Of course not."

Zhang Zhao, as always, answered Su Xiaoxiao's question concisely.

"it is good."

Su Xiaoxiao nodded, as if she had finally resolved a long-standing issue, and she visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I really dislike the feeling of not having an answer to this kind of thing, as it seriously affects my research. Now that this has been confirmed, I will tell you my conjecture."

She paused, her tone becoming extremely serious: "The world may have been forcibly divided into four parts, or even more, due to the influence of something we cannot understand... And we do not know the source of this power, but the basis for its division of the world is to ensure that in each divided 'world,' only an armor system with a unique source exists."

"Do you have any more specific theoretical basis for your conclusion?"

Zhang Zhao's heart skipped a beat. Su Xiaoxiao's guess was almost exactly the same as the conclusion he had drawn after experiencing everything.

But he had traveled through several worlds before he had this feeling.

How could Su Xiaoxiao deduce a conclusion so easily when there was such a lack of information?

Could it be that great scientists are really different from ordinary people?

"because this."

Su Xiaoxiao took a few steps and walked to a corner of the command room. There was a locker there, protected by a special energy shield. She entered the password, fiddled around for a while, and carefully took out a few items.

"This might be another armor system. But based on my research and development capabilities, I am completely unable to reproduce it, and I cannot even analyze the most basic energy composition principle. This is obviously not right."

Su Xiao-Xiao demonstrated and explained to Zhang Zhao. Her words revealed absolute confidence in her research and development capabilities.

"My inability to figure it out is not my problem, but the world's problem."

Zhang Zhao looked in the direction Su Xiaoxiao was pointing, and when he saw those things, his brows quickly furrowed.

Looking at the calm, wise, and even somewhat obsessive woman before him, he finally asked a crucial question: "May I ask, are all the Captor Armor and the super artificial intelligence 'Zombie King' in this world created by you?"

That legendary Dr. Su who developed the super armor and super artificial intelligence... that's you too, right?

Although you are Su Xiaoxiao from 2016, you actually traveled to 2046 and lived there for nearly thirty years.