"Fate is a benevolent liar, and most of the time, you don't know if you're lucky. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info more stupid people, can't see the true face of liars. —Ramia Pates

Jerusalem in 2050

Ten years ago

Patrick Flo

After a long time, Patrick heard many voices. He couldn't open his eyes, his eyelids were too heavy to listen to him.

"Lucky boy, both shots missed. ”

"Lucky, not lucky to be disabled for life, right?"

"Hmm...... At least he saved his life. ”

Patrick didn't know how much time had passed, whether he was awake or asleep, he couldn't be sure.

The sound of the door opening broke the dead silence, and Patrick felt as if a pair of eyes were watching him, so he opened his eyelids.

Lying on his back, he tried to sit up, but found that he could no longer feel his hands. Patrick froze, and he wanted to ask why he couldn't feel where his hand was, but his mouth couldn't speak.

Little by little, despair was engulfing him.

"Don't worry, you don't have arms to sit up. ”

Patrick turned his head to find a yellow-haired girl about his size standing at the head of his bed. The girl reached out and gently stroked his head, the expression on her face was dumbfounded, not a clever person.

In order to fulfill her words, Patrick sat up with the strength of his lower back and abdomen alone. He leaned against the head of the bed and took a good look at the unfamiliar guest in front of him. There was nothing special about the girl except that she was holding a stuffed animal in her arms.

"My name is Audrey," the girl said first, seeing that Patrick was slow to speak, "Audrey Assuna. ”

"Patrick Flo. Patrick casually dropped his name and courteously returned his name.

"Patrick, can we be friends?" asked Audrey, "Audrey doesn't have any friends here. ”

Patrick thought she would walk away quickly and didn't plan to say anything to her again. He nodded slightly, thinking that he would take her like this.

"Great...... Audrey looked happy, "thank you so much!"

Patrick's mind was full of his mother's ugly death and his uncle's hateful face, and he didn't care about the girls around him at all. Audrey was still talking vigorously, and Patrick didn't listen at all.

No, the guys who killed his mother were really hateful. At the thought of this, Patrick's heart raced, his breathing became rapid, and his whole body trembled with hatred.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Patrick got out of bed and walked reluctantly. Having lost his arms, he had difficulty maintaining his balance and staggered when he walked. Seeing that he was about to fall, Audrey had to quickly hold on to him.

"Don't walk around, you should rest if you're injured. ”

"Go away!

Patrick shook himself and swung Audrey away, only to fall to the ground without taking two steps. He struggled to sit up, strangely straightened up and fell forward before struggling to get to his feet. It used up almost all his strength.

By the time he got up, Audrey had already pushed a wheelchair back.

"Where do you want to go? I'll send you there. ”

Patrick glanced at Audrey and hesitated before sitting in his wheelchair.

"Do you know who is in charge here?"

"Ah, don't you say I forgot," exclaimed Audrey, "I'll send you over quickly." ”

She trotted Patrick to a conference room, and everyone on the road avoided them, volunteering to make a way.

Audrey knocked on the wooden door twice, paused for three seconds, and knocked three more times.

"Come in. ”

Audrey opened the wooden door and pushed Patrick into the conference room. A holographic projection that Patrick couldn't read was showing on the conference table, and four men were surrounding the round table, with the black man among them standing up to meet them.

He was the oldest, with gray hair and a very noticeable wrinkle when he smiled. The other three men, all in their twenties, dressed and sat casually, showed their admiration for the negro.

"Look who's coming!, everyone's little darling!" the black man said with a smile, and then his eyes fell on Patrick's, "You brought him here?"

Audrey nodded: "You've been busy lately, so I don't bother you to come to the ward." ”

The black man touched Audrey's head and looked more like a grandfather than a leader or something.

A young man also walked up. He wears round sunglasses, has a mustache, and is an Oriental. He touched Audrey's head as soon as he came up, and then put his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, what's your name? ”

"Patrick Flo," he replied, staring into the black man's eyes, "I'm here for you, Chief. ”

"All right, little adult imp Patrick," the black man raised an eyebrow, "what are you looking for this old man of mine?"

"I want to go to war," Patrick said, "you must have a way, right?"

The black man's expression immediately stiffened, and the smile on his face disappeared into a very serious expression.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"

"I'm going to kill those bastards who turned me into this, you have to have a way, don't you?

"Don't get excited, kid. The black man said, "My name is Ramia Petus." ”

"I'll call you sir. ”

Ramias sighed and rubbed his fingers twice on the bridge of his nose.

"Audrey, you guys go out first. ”

"Yes, Grandpa Ramias. ”

"It looks like the theme of our meeting is going to change on an ad hoc basis, gentlemen. Before the wooden door shut, Patrick heard Ramias speak.

He and Audrey were clubbed outside the conference room, watching the people in the hallway. Audrey has been telling Patrick about her life here, and she has been talking about her time in the orphanage the most.

Patrick learns that he appears to be in a group called the "Survivor Alliance", and that the person who tried to kill him was a self-proclaimed independent country affiliated with the "Revolutionary United Nations". It is inconceivable that there are such charities and independent regimes in these last days.

The most incredible thing is that he is now in a polluted area, but nothing has happened.

He wanted to know more, but Audrey only talked about some trivial things, and Patrick could only deduce a little useful information from the side.

Audrey told the story for nearly forty more minutes before the door to the conference room finally opened.

"I have a piece of news, I don't know if it's good or bad," Ramias said straight to the point, "we can put you into a special team, and you will gain more power than you can imagine." But you're likely to have to pay a huge price and take immeasurable risks, are you willing?"

"Of course, there is nothing to refuse. Patrick replied categorically.

"Are you sure?" Ramias reconfirmed, "even if you refuse to join, you can still enter the general military service, and we will provide you with what you need as usual." The choice is yours. ”

"I keep my opinion, sir. ”

Ramia stared at the boy in front of him, staring directly at the resoluteness, and the corners of his mouth hooked meaningfully.

"Well, it's your decision. With a wave of his hand, the man in the blue camouflage uniform stepped forward, "Carlyle, take him to the technical department, and let the tinker of the machine install a pair of robotic arms for him first." ”

"You still have a long way to go, little ghost. ”