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The dynamic logo suspended in the air brought Shen Siwei to a pure white room.

There are not too many furnishings in the room, it is extremely simple.

As soon as Wei Shen stepped in, the white walls turned into floor-to-ceiling windows with a panoramic view. If you look around, you can see the endless sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

There is a vertical distance of 3000 meters between each layer of the tree of life, the bottom layer is 0 meters above sea level, the second layer is 3000 meters above sea level, and so on.

Judging from the open scenery outside the window, Shen Siwei should be on the third floor of the tree of life, the place closest to the power center on the top floor.

After waking up the microcomputer implanted in the palm, the coordinates projected in the air showed that Shen Siwei was indeed at an altitude of 6000 meters.

Most ordinary people cannot survive in such a high-altitude environment, so the three-story building is equipped with a central air conditioning system to ensure that the oxygen concentration in the air is at a normal level.

Shen Siwei tried to take off the oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose, but he didn't feel any shortness of breath.

However, he had only walked a few steps, and he felt as if he had run ten kilometers with a heavy load, and he was out of breath.

——How could it be so weak?

Shen Siwei couldn't help being a little annoyed.

It seems that Dr. Chen is not exaggerating. It is fine when he is not active. Once active, he must wear a mask, otherwise Lieutenant Shen Si's combat effectiveness will drop to zero in an instant.

Putting on the mask again, his breathing calmed down somehow.

There were kettles and glasses on the square table next to him. Shen Siwei idly held up the bottom of the glass and inadvertently exerted force with his fingertips. Cracks immediately appeared on the wall of the glass. Regular fragments.

Some fragments fell to the ground, and some fragments still remained in Shen Siwei's palm.

He clenched his fist hard, and the sharp shards in his palm were crushed into glass shards, but his skin remained unscathed.

"Are you experimenting with the strength of your skin?" The lift door opened, and Mo Lin walked straight towards Lieutenant Shen Si.

The black military boots made oppressive footsteps, and recalling the uncomfortable horizontal hug just now, Lieutenant Shen Si subconsciously took half a step back.

The evasion couldn't be more obvious, Mo Lin's eyes flashed faint displeasure, and he said in a business-like manner: "Your body is very expensive, don't use it for such meaningless things."

Lieutenant Shen Si didn't make any excuses, but brushed off the shards of glass in his palm: "Yes."

Perhaps because he sensed Shen Siwei's obedience, Mo Lin's voice softened: "I arranged for two soldiers to accompany you to the bottom floor. Remember, you must come back unharmed."

"Lossless?" The term seems a bit subtle.

"Safe." Mo Lin immediately changed his words, "You go to perform the mission, I will miss you."

The awkward feeling reappeared, Shen Siwei frowned lightly, and replied: "Okay."

At the center of the tree of life is a vertical train passage, like an elevator in a high-rise building, carrying people to and from each floor.

There are many people commuting between the second and third floors, and Shen Siwei has a separate carriage.

The landing speed of the vertical train is controlled within a comfortable range, and the pressure change will not make people feel tinnitus, just like riding an ordinary train.

There are thick clouds outside the sightseeing windows. As the train gets closer and closer to the second floor, the sunlight shining down gradually decreases, and the view is obviously not as wide as the third floor.

Finally, when the train arrived on the second floor, the director of the military center was already waiting on the platform.

"Hi, it's an honor to..."

The supervisor introduced himself to Shen Siwei respectfully, with his head lowered, but his eyes kept looking at Shen Siwei's face.

Shen Siwei is not used to being looked at by others, and he doesn't want to waste time on pleasantries.

He walked towards the transfer point, looking straight ahead: "Which two people are following me?"

The two soldiers behind the supervisor immediately strode forward, following the pace of Lieutenant Shen Si: "Hi, sir."

In fact, to Shen Siwei, it doesn't matter whether he is accompanied or not.

It is estimated that Mo Lin also arranged for two soldiers to follow Shen Siwei to make the disguise look reasonable.

But judging from the attitudes of these people, they didn't seem to know that Shen Siwei was not a real negotiator, and they called him "sir".

Sweeping casually over the people following him, Shen Siwei suddenly stopped in his tracks.

I saw that the collar of the soldier on the right hadn't been turned up properly, and he looked rather unpleasant.

In the past, there were careless people among Wei Shen's team members, no matter how Wei Shen criticized them, they still had that kind of virtue.

Later, Shen Siwei simply didn't bother to talk too much, and directly started to tidy up for others.

He walked up to the soldier as usual, raised his white-gloved hands, turned up the soldier's collar, and re-folded it along the folds.

After finishing these, Shen Siwei unconsciously acted like a captain, and lightly told him: "Clean up your appearance before going out."

The Adam's apple above the collar slid up and down, Shen Siwei raised his gaze, and found that the soldier's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to look at him at all.

"Thank you, sir!"

—The soldier is shy.

Shen Siwei quickly came to this conclusion.

But is it that exaggerated?He just helped straighten the collar.

The train at the transfer point was already waiting, and it was still the same as when I got off, there were no other passengers in the carriage.

Lieutenant Shen Si took the lead to walk towards the door, but at this moment, an alarm sounded in the air, and two soldiers immediately escorted Lieutenant Shen into the car, watching the situation outside vigilantly.

There was no one on the platform, and there was no danger at all.

The alarm was lifted within a few seconds, and the two soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. The man whose collar had been adjusted by Shen Siwei just now glanced at the microcomputer in his hand and said, "Some low-level civilians have entered the air traffic control area."

He manipulated the air a few times with his fingers, and a fresh monitoring screen was projected in mid-air. He saw that the civilian aircraft exceeded the normal flight altitude and was warned by the second-floor peripheral defense system.

The aircraft must have entered the control area by mistake. As soon as the warning sounded, it hastily lowered its altitude and stayed away from the dangerous area.

Shen Siwei remembered that this kind of thing happened from time to time before, and most of them were caused by the driver's poor driving skills.The next thing the driver will face is the revocation of his driver's license, and he will have to go back to the driving school for a rebuild.

"Sir," the soldier turned off the projector and spoke to Wei Shen, "Have you seen the civilians at the bottom?"

Shen Siwei has not only seen it, but also often went to and from the ground floor.Except for some criminals, most of the civilians at the bottom live an ordinary life, and they are grateful to have such a suitable living environment as the tree of life.

"I've seen it." Shen Siwei said.

The train started slowly and moved forward onto the vertical track.

"What about the refugees?" the soldier asked again.

This time Wei Shen didn't answer, firstly, he didn't have the intention of chatting, and secondly, he didn't fabricate his resume for his false identity.Judging by the courageous posture of the soldiers to chat, it seemed that Weiwei Shen would continue the chat no matter whether he had seen it or not.

Shen Siwei chose to remain silent, but his silence seemed to be interpreted by the soldiers as fear of the refugees.The soldier looked at Lieutenant Shen Si seriously, and said, "Don't worry, sir, we will definitely protect you."

Shen Siwei didn't say much, closed his eyes and meditated: "Protect yourselves."

The vertical distance of 3000 meters does not take much driving time.

When the train reached the ground floor, the sun had not yet set, but the sky was overcast, as if the night was coming in a second.

Shen Siwei stepped out of the carriage, feeling a strong sense of familiarity.The area near the center of the ground floor is always in this situation, because it is difficult for sunlight to come in due to the occlusion of the superstructure.

However, compared with the train station on the second floor, the battle on the ground floor is obviously much bigger, and the people are more enthusiastic.

Just as Wei Shen came out of the station gate, he saw journalists and civilians crowded under the steps.

"It's a Mag! A living Mag!"

"Oh my god, he has such a temperament!"

"Is he really going to negotiate with refugees on our behalf?"

There was a mess below the steps, and the guards barely opened a passage.Shen Siwei walked through the crowd unhurriedly, letting countless reporters press the shutter on him.

It was Mo Lin's intention to let Wei Shen come to the bottom floor in such a high-profile manner.

Shen Siwei could have taken the aircraft directly to Z City, but the reason why he took a long detour to the central train station was to allow the media to spread the word to the refugees that there would be real nobles coming to negotiate with them.

Seeing such a battle, the refugees should not take this negotiator seriously.

In a dimly lit room, old cartoons are playing on an old TV.

The tall man slumped on the single sofa, with two long legs that had nowhere to rest on the coffee table.

"Boss, read the news quickly." Malkan came to the sofa excitedly, with a hint of watching the excitement in his tone.

Kleite was concentrating on watching the cartoon, and replied lazily, "Huh?"

"There are Mag people who came to negotiate with us."

As Malken spoke, he projected the news into the air, and the loud background sound of the video instantly overshadowed the sound of the cartoon.

Crater casually glanced at the news, then returned to the TV screen.

But in the next second, he accidentally turned his attention to the news screen again.

The negotiator in the video is wearing an ankle-length white cloak. Through the slits of the cloak, a white uniform with gold buttons can be seen inside.

The hood of the cloak covered his head, forming a diamond shape. The slightly curly blond hair covered half of his forehead, and the lower half of his face was covered by an unknown metal mask. The negotiator's face was actually not very clear.

But those eyes and long eyelashes alone are enough to make people look at it for a few more seconds.

"What's that on his face? An air purifier?" Malken adjusted the angle of the picture and joked, "Does he think the air at the bottom is dirty?"

Crater didn't care much, and turned his gaze back to the sponge on the TV.

He waved away the projection in the air, and continued to watch the cartoon: "Dare to come here, you are very brave."

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Crater’s method of bullying his wife:

Take away my wife's mask and give her artificial respiration XD