Tough Warrior in Galaxy

68 Lin Wu's Sadness

Everyone who has reached the pinnacle of power has a history behind it that is difficult to look back. They may have suffered unbearable ridicule, questioning, threats, insults, and even life threats, or they may have lost the most important thing. People, the original intact heart seems to have been cut off, and there is blood in the rest.

    Lin Wu belongs to the latter. He suddenly grabbed the light screen and slammed it on the ground, pointing at Hart and shouting, "You get out of here right away!"

    Hart’s handsome face was taken aback, everything turned into infinite resentment: "Lin Wu, do you know who you are talking to?"

    Lin Wu took out the ion gun and pointed it directly at Hart's head: "If you were Harry's son, you would have already died. Get out of here now."

    Hart stood up and smirked: "Very well, Lin Wu, you wait for me!"

    As Hart walked out of the presidential palace, Lin Wu sullenly dropped the ion gun and took out a yellowed photo from the drawer. This is not the most common light photography technique used by the Federation, but a photo taken by an ancient digital camera. , A gentle young woman pulled a little boy about seven or eight years old, showing a happy smile.

    Lin Wu's hand gently stroked the woman in the photo, tears hitting the frame, this man who reached the pinnacle of power rarely revealed his fragility.

    "Madam, Ping'er, I miss you so much." Lin Wu muttered to himself.

    Fifteen years ago, a sudden riot of intelligent robots in the Federation was like the most violent sandstorm sweeping the entire capital star. These robots that were originally used for mining, protection, housekeeping, and all walks of life suddenly had their own Wisdom, they are like cold swords, slaughtering countless federal citizens.

    The riot was like a flame following the wind. It swept over a dozen administrative stars in the capital star circle in a short time. Countless nobles were massacred. The Federation dispatched millions of troops to suppress it. After three months of full suppression After that, all intelligent robots were eliminated, but the price paid by the Federation was also heavy.

    Hundreds of thousands of people died, and more than 20 noble families were slaughtered, including the family of Lin Wu, the then-federal admiral. His wife and son were chopped into meat by the intelligent robots at the time. Wu Zheng commanded the capture of a planet. When he heard the news, he passed out.

    After waking up, Lin Wu locked himself in the house for three days. When the soldiers saw his commander again, he was already much older, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have grown overnight.

    After that, the Federation quickly issued an order: the entire Federation banned the use of intelligent robots.

    But I didn't think about it. Today, Lin Wu saw the emergence of intelligent robots, and the place of production is the largest support of the Federation, FN Company.

    "Even if I lose everything, I won't let the intelligent robot appear!" Lin Wu squeezed his hand and muttered to himself.

    When Hart returned to the company, his whole temperament changed, becoming cold and serious, like an iceberg that could not be melted. He gently pushed open a small door in the building, and a small door inside the door The old man sat in a rocking chair, closed his eyes and slumbered, the sunlight from outside the window came in, but he couldn't sweep away the cold and cold air of the house.

    "Father, I'm back." Hart whispered.

    The old man is Harry, the current chairman of FN. This old man over 70 gave birth to Hart at the age of fifty. For this only son, Harry was very fond of him, but he also tried his best to support him. He became the youngest director and press spokesperson of FN.

    "How about Lin Wu?" Harry asked with closed eyes.

    "Unsurprisingly, he still can't forget about his wife and son." Hart replied.

    Harry stopped shaking. Hart hurried over to help him up. Harry glanced at him: "Lin Wu has ambitions and means, but he still has weaknesses. After all, he can't make a big deal."

    Hart understands what his father meant. His father has gone through countless storms in his life, but he can still sit firmly as the chairman of the board, relying on not only his extraordinary vision and methods, but also his unfeeling.

    From another standpoint, Hart can imagine that if his father was Lin Wu, he would not hesitate to use robots to join the battle, because in his eyes, nothing is more important than rights, including his own son.

    "At the time, our robots had a big problem, which led to the robot rebellion, but now we have innovated technology, and we must rely on technology to promote the advancement of mankind, and robots are the most representative extension of technology." Harry said lightly.

    "Then what should we do with Lin Wu? Do you want to..." Hart made a beheading action.

    Harry looked at him, his plain eyes put Hart under infinite pressure. He quickly lowered his head and dared not speak. Harry retracted his gaze and said, "I have told you many times that we are businessmen. The most important thing for businessmen is to make money. , What about killing Lin Wu? Our robots still cannot be popularized, and there is no interest in us at all."

    "What does father mean?"

    "Wait!" Harry said only one word.

    "When will you wait?" Hart asked.

    Harry looked at the sky outside the window with his hands behind his back. At the farthest point, there seemed to be dark clouds gathering, and it seemed a little gloomy: "Wait when, and it's not far away."

    Quietly exited the room, Hart's whole body was soaked in cold sweat, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and every time he met his father, he was like experiencing the most terrifying event, full of fear and anxiety. , Those plain eyes seemed to be able to perceive everything, making him very nervous.

    After tidying up his clothes, he walked out of the building of the FN company and drove directly to a manor on the edge of the capital star. From the outside, the manor seemed to be abandoned. Then, if you look closely, you will find the walls entangled with dry vines Above, countless cameras are operating, and any scene outside the manor is closely monitored.

    The car slowly drove into the manor, Hart got out of the car, and ran towards an ancient building. The building presents an ancient castle style, covered with traces of wind and frost left over by the years, but the castle Inside, there is a magnificent splendor, with countless men and women in luxurious costumes talking and laughing.

    This is a private noble club. The owner is a baron who has no influence in the Federation. However, I don’t know why, countless noble children of large families like to come here to have fun, and then vent their hiding on the basement floor of the club. The desire behind the hypocrisy and nobility.

    Hart went straight to the basement floor. He was familiar with every part of the club. In a box, a man in a black suit was tasting wine. When Hart pushed in, he smiled slightly: "You came right in time, the purest Langere red wine, a rare delicacy."

    "I'm not in the mood right now. I went to see my father again today." Hart sat down on the sofa and dragged off his coat.

    "What then?" the man continued.

    Hart closed his eyes and said wearily: "I can't wait to get rid of him, really!"

The man poured a glass of red wine for him, and a gleam of light flashed in his slender eyes: "Soon, trust me!"