Genius Club.

Chapter 544 Memory
The bearded man lowered his head, looked at the tightly clasped hands, and smiled slightly:
"If I really want to live with you and become good friends with your father, you will have to call me uncle from now on."

"Just shout if you want, why not!"

CC took back his little finger and smiled happily:
"You've helped me so much and saved my family. I can even call you dad!"

"No no no."

The man waved his hands hastily as if he was reacting to stress:

"This is totally inappropriate..."

"It's Godfather, what's inappropriate about that?" CC switched to English flexibly.

In Brooklyn, it is very common and normal for children to have a godfather. Basically every child has a godfather who is highly respected and capable.

She didn't understand why VV reacted so strongly.

In fact, VV himself didn’t know why he reacted so strongly, it was just... he simply felt it was inappropriate.

"Alright, alright, let's go back to the institute and sleep."

The bearded man stood up and ended this abrupt conversation:
"We have to go fight the bad guys' tribe tomorrow, so we need to get some rest today."

"Uh-huh."

Finally, the day came. CC clenched his fists, and with confidence, he stood up from the roof, brushed off the dust on his body, and climbed along the pipe to the first floor.

The man followed CC to the edge of the building and finally looked up at the starry sky.

Bright, clear, continuous, rotating.

Like a veil scattered everywhere, like snowflakes frozen in the sky.

"what?"

The man blinked and noticed something unusual.

I saw in the vast galaxy... there was a flickering red and blue light moving quickly.

The red and blue lights flashed very quickly and rhythmically. They should be warning lights of some kind of flying object.

"Is it a plane?"

He recalled what the little girl CC had said, that there were planes flying over Brooklyn from time to time...so that must be this flying object.

The plane's altitude was indeed not very high, and it was still descending. It was probably looking for something.

The bearded man shook his head, no longer caring about the matter, and climbed along the corridor to the first floor of the institute.

……

This night.

Without having to sleep in the open air, the man slept soundly and did not wake up all night.

But he remembered clearly that he still didn't have any dreams at night.

He was used to this.

If you don’t want to dream, then don’t dream. It’s not a big deal. It won’t affect your life. Instead, it’s beneficial to your sleep quality.

After getting up the next morning, the man and CC had another delicious canned meal, carried drinking water and food, took weapons and ammunition, and returned through the hidden passage they came in from, and came to the place where the "steed who knows the times" was tied.

This horse really knows how to deal with things. It eats grass obediently within the radius of the reins and shows no sign of wanting to escape.

When he saw the bearded man and the little girl coming out, he immediately straightened up, raised his head and stood at attention.

"That's good, Bruce."

CC walked forward and touched the horse's head.

The man was stunned:
"What do you call it? How do you know it's called Bruce?"

“It’s written here.”

CC walked to the horse, jumped hard, pulled the saddle off its back, and pointed to the front part to show the man.

indeed.

On the front metal part, twisted English letters were carved with the tip of a knife: Bruce... This should indeed be the name of the horse.

It’s just that the man doesn’t know how to ride a horse and he always sits in the passenger seat behind the CC, so naturally he can’t see this detail.

"Okay, Bruce."

A man is using an automatic rifle to smooth the fur of a horse:
"Take us to where you came from, to the tribe of those bad guys."

"Hey!"

The wise horse replied immediately.

Dadada, dadada————

The sound of horses' hooves galloping through the jungle.

CC was still sitting in the front, holding the reins; the bearded man was sitting in the back, with his hands on CC's shoulders.

This makes my arms very tired.

But there was no way. CC was too short and I was too tall, so I couldn't hold her waist at all. I had to stabilize my body like this.

"Ask Bruce how far it is," the man urged.

puff-

CC, who had been nervous and sweaty, was instantly amused. Her fluffy ponytail bounced in the ups and downs of the horse's hooves, and she turned around with a smile:
"What are you thinking, VV? It's just a horse, how could it possibly know? You think it's too smart!"

“Isn’t it smart enough?”

The man asked back:
“I think it’s almost a spirit.”

"Eh..."

Bruce roared softly, then gradually slowed down his pace, raised his horse's head and looked up at the sky.

The man and CC followed its gaze and looked upwards.

as predicted……

About a kilometer away in the sky, there was a faint wisp of smoke rising.

Needless to say, there must be a tribe gathered there, making a fire.

A horse's sense of smell is much more sensitive than a human's. Bruce must have smelled something in the air, so he stopped early to avoid getting too close and being noticed by the enemy.

This is really thoughtful.

The man and CC were both shocked at Bruce's meticulousness, and he was indeed a good horse and a hero in troubled times.

"Let's walk slowly for the rest of the way."

The man jumped off his horse first, turned around to take CC, and then began to distribute weapons and ammunition:
"These magazines are loaded with bullets, you put them on your waist, and then you hold this pistol."

He put four magazines and a box of bullets into a cloth bag, handed it to CC, and then handed over a black pistol:
"If something unexpected happens and you run out of bullets, just retreat to a safe place, like behind me, or just run away... Wait until we have replenished our bullets, and then come back."

"We have plenty of weapons and ammunition. There is no need to fight to the death with the enemy. A roundabout attack will give us the greatest advantage. Even if we can only kill one of them at a time, we will still make a profit with all the ammunition we have."

Say it.

The man carried two automatic rifles and spare magazines on his back and also put another pistol on his waist.

At this moment, he is a walking ammunition depot.

He really admired himself, not only was he very good at using the pistol... he had also tried it yesterday and his rifle shooting skills were no less impressive.

I really don’t know what kind of job I did before I lost my memory.

In short, in this assault, he is the main combat force, and CC is his deputy and assistant, who only needs to help him keep an eye on the enemies in the blind spots of his vision.

After everything was ready, the man walked over to the horse and removed all the restraints on its head and body:
"You're free, Bruce."

"Gah?"

The horse made an incredulous sound of questioning and stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes.

The man patted Bruce on the head:
"We are here to free the slaves. You don't have to be a slave anymore. The world is so big, you can go wherever you want. You don't have to work for the bad guys anymore."

"Go ahead. Without these restraints, you will be a free horse."

Bruce closed his mouth and whimpered a few times, but no one knew what he was trying to say.

At last.

It turned its body upside down, lowered its head, and trotted away into the jungle.

CC watched Bruce disappear, turned around, and looked at the man with tender eyes:
"VV, you are such a kind and good person, so gentle to everyone."

"hehe."

The man chuckled and loaded his rifle:

"I'm not like this to everyone. I just hope my reputation among the bad guys will be better."

……

Along the way, proceed carefully.

Both of them were holding guns, cautious and careful.

Soon after, a faint noise was heard in the wind, indicating that they were very close to the tribe; the man gestured, indicating to CC to slow down at the back, and he went forward to check first.

The noise became clearer and clearer, and the smell of cooking could be smelled in the air. At this time, the bad guy tribe should be preparing lunch.

After finding a high slope, the man and CC hid behind a large rock and observed the entire tribe of bad guys.

“VV, those are people from our village!”

CC was excited and whispered in the man's ear.

The man looked in the direction of CC's finger, and sure enough, there was a group of ragged slaves working there.

They were mainly responsible for carrying sundries, wood, and bricks for construction. Each slave had shackles on his ankles, preventing them from running around or escaping.

The meals were also prepared by the female slaves, and a brown-skinned strong man sat behind them, twirling a pistol and supervising them.

"There are quite a few people in the bad tribe..."

The man sighed.

He counted carefully and found that there were at least 100 brown-skinned people in the bad guy tribe; plus dozens of slaves, that was the number of all the people in the tribe.

"However, the number of combatants is not large."

This tribe of bad guys has a clear division of labor, and uses different clothes and hats to distinguish "positions". All the strong men wearing black sheepskin hats are basically combatants, and there are about a dozen of them; and among the dozen or so combatants, only six of them have guns on their waists.

Can understand.

In this era when guns cannot be produced, it is very rare to dig out a usable pistol from the ground. There are currently only 8 pistols in this tribe, 2 of which are still in the hands of men and CC.

"call……"

The bearded man breathed a sigh of relief:

"From the perspective of firepower intensity, they are indeed no match for us. We have a great advantage in weapons and ammunition."

He gripped the automatic rifle tightly in his hands.

Once this thing starts firing, no matter if there are a dozen or dozens of people, they will all fall down like the receding tide.

"We'll wait until they finish cooking and eat and then attack."

The man turned around and arranged for CC:
"They are scattered around now, but they always come back to eat together. That's the best time to eliminate them." "CC, follow me and focus on my flank. If someone attacks, just pull out your gun and shoot. Even if you miss, it doesn't matter. At least you can scare the enemy away. Leave the rest to me."

CC tensed up, looked at VV, and nodded solemnly:

"I will."

The two of them crawled behind a big rock and waited.

wait.

wait.

Wait until the bad guys' tribe starts eating.

As the man had guessed, those fighters had high status and they had special snacks, so they ate together.

It was this rare opportunity that brought together more than a dozen fighters in the tribe in one area.

The man waved his hand:
"rush!"

Then he suddenly jumped down from the side, ran quickly to the dining area, and raised his automatic rifle——

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Bullet shells were flying and crackling, and the whole tribe was in chaos.

The little girl CC also jumped down, stuck behind the man with her back to him, and aimed at other tribal members who were holding cold weapons!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Keep the man's teachings in mind: don't aim too hard, don't be stingy with bullets, don't think about the hit rate, and pour out all the firepower.

Because of the man's sudden attack, most of the bad guys' tribe's combat forces were lost in an instant; especially the gunmen who were deliberately taken care of by the man and died suddenly in an instant.

The time after that was garbage time. The men fought and retreated, using automatic rifles against the enemy's cold weapons. This was a leap in the times, a dimensionality reduction attack by technology, and a huge gap that even an exaggerated number like 2V100 could not make up for.

Click.

CC's last magazine is empty:

"VV! I'm out of bullets!"

"Let's retreat back behind the big rock where we started."

The man shot the remaining tribesmen while retreating and giving orders calmly.

The enemy no longer had any hot weapons, so the pressure was much less; in addition, many of the oppressed slaves recognized CC and immediately picked up their weapons to join the resistance. The situation instantly reversed, and it was only a matter of time before the bad tribe was completely wiped out.

Click.

The man emptied his last magazine and turned to run towards the big rock, ready to load the magazine with CC.

But at this moment——

"CC! Run!"

the man shouted out.

I saw a brown-skinned strong man returning from the forest, holding a long knife and slashing at CC!

This strong man was not in the tribe from the beginning. He must have gone out on a mission and just came back.

The long knife was close at hand, and the man had no bullets in his hand, so he ran towards that direction with all his might!

It's too late, but it's soon.

"Hey!!"

A loud roar and a thunderous figure!
A horse roared out from the forest and ran straight into the knife-wielding burly man, knocking him dozens of meters away!
"Boo, Bruce!"

CC looked up and saw the familiar Ma face, his brows lit up with joy; then he immediately reacted, inserted the magazine, and fired continuously at the man who was knocked to the ground.

……

Soon, the turmoil subsided, and the tribe, whose land was dyed red, was filled with cheers of joy.

People living in this era have long been accustomed to killing and have accepted death. Freedom and life are more important to them than anything else.

"Dad! Mom!"

CC saw the two people leading the resistance from a distance, and his tear glands suddenly broke down, and he ran towards the middle-aged couple.

She threw herself into the arms of her father and mother, crying inconsolably.

Fortunately.

CC's parents are both healthy, and most people in the village are also alive. After venting her inner emotions, the strong CC wiped her tears and stopped crying, and told the villagers everything that had happened during this period.

The more they listened, the more surprised and shocked they became.

Then, led by CC's parents, they walked together to the bearded man and knelt down on their knees one by one.

"I can't do it! I can't do it!"

The man hurriedly squatted down and helped CC's father up.

"Mr. VV."

CC's father's eyes were red, and he held the man's hand tightly:
"Thank you for saving us all. We villagers are willing to serve you like slaves for the rest of our lives and obey your orders."

"No no no..."

The man took some effort to explain to C's father that he had no desire to dominate, and he didn't even know who he was or where he was going.

Dad C nodded. CC had already talked about these situations.

Naturally, this also includes the agreement between his daughter and Mr. VV.

"Mr. VV, please join us and live with us!"

On behalf of the villagers, Dad C issued a solemn invitation:
"Even if you don't want to lead us as the village chief, please give us a chance to repay you and let us thank you. At the same time... since you have no memories and nowhere to go, why not stay here and live with us."

"That's right!"

The little girl CC also ran over and grabbed the man's arm:
"We agreed that you have been our family for a long time!"

The man smiled and nodded.

This is not a hard-to-refuse invitation.

Because that was exactly what he was planning.

This was something that had been agreed upon, and it was also what he hoped for.

He wanted to get his memory back, but inevitably, he had to have a place to stay before his memory was restored.

"No problem, thank you for having me."

The man touched CC's soft head:
"Don't worry, I will stay. After all, this is what we agreed on—"

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The sudden sound of propellers overhead drowned out the conversation.

Looked up.

We discovered a twin-propeller transport plane rapidly descending overhead, and everyone was so scared that they immediately made way.

Boom boom boom boom boom!!!

The transport plane descended lower and lower, and the sound and wind it created became louder and louder, blowing away all the debris around it.

"careful!"

The bearded man yelled, raised his automatic rifle, and aimed it at the plane in front of him.

Whoosh.

A soft sound.

The man just felt like there were mosquito bites on his neck.

When I looked down, I saw a small needle-like object stuck in my neck, and the yellow liquid inside was visibly injected into my neck!
"what is this?"

He quickly pulled out the syringe bullet, but the next second...

puff.

He felt weak all over and fell to the ground.

“VV!!”

The little girl CC on the opposite side screamed in panic and ran towards this side quickly.

at this time.

The doors of the transport plane opened on both sides, and several fully armed soldiers jumped out. One of them was quick-witted and directly held down CC and snatched the pistol from his waist:
"Don't get excited."

All the soldiers held their guns and appeased the people around them:

"Don't be impulsive, don't be afraid, we are not bad people!"

No one knew whether they were bad guys or not, but the guns in their hands pointed at the crowd made everyone afraid to move.

"let me go!"

Only CC, who was held in the arms of the man with the gun, struggled desperately and yelled at the top of his lungs:

"What are you doing! Let go of VV! Let go of VV!!!"

She screamed in despair.

Helplessly watching VV, who was once invincible but now weak and powerless, slumped to the ground.

A white-haired old man came down from the transport plane and ran tremblingly to VV; a gun-wielding soldier followed behind him, holding a terrifying torture instrument in his hand!

CC had no idea what that thing was. The octopus-like torture device was just buckled on VV's head and tied tightly.

VV was so weak that he had no power to resist. He raised his head and looked at the white-haired old man:

"Who...are you...? What are you going to do...to me?"

“VV!!”

CC must not let VV get hurt!

She didn't care about that, she opened her mouth wide and bit the arm that bound her.

"what!"

The soldier screamed, his arm started bleeding instantly, and he lost his strength instantly. The little girl in his arms jumped out like a rabbit with blood in her mouth.

CC plopped in front of the man:
"VV! Are you okay?"

She fiddled with the straps under her octopus helmet:

"I'll...I'll rescue you right now!"

However, it was too late.

The soldier who put the helmet on the man pressed the red button on the helmet without any hesitation.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The bearded man leaned back, his muscles tensed, and he screamed in pain.

"VV?"

The little girl CC stood there in a daze, tears welling up in her eyes:

“VV!!!!”

(End of this chapter)