"I ask you, boy."

The money-hungry foreigner slumped crookedly on the couch, and a circle of spinning stars appeared above his head.

Walking around the shadows of the couch, Ye Mu saw a pile of humanoid broken copper and iron in the corner, and she had some guesses in her mind.

"What...... What the? Drake shook his head and slapped his face.

"Want to go to the middle floor?"

"Ah...... Yes? Drake was still a little unresponsive.

"I ask you, do you want to go to the middle floor?" Ye Mu said it again.

"Think...... I think so. Derek was a little confused.

"Very well, then from now on, you have to do things for me."

"Ha ???" Drake staggered to his feet, "What did you say?" Doing things for you? ”

"It's easy, let's make a deal."

"You know, in this world, a lot of things can't be done alone. Now you help me do what I want to do, and I take you to the middle district and live the life of a rich person with high welfare. ”

"Seriously?" Drake's expression was suddenly full of excitement, but then he fell silent again, turned around and picked up the cigarette case on the table and lit a cigarette, "Come on, you can go?" ”

Yemu didn't expect him to believe in himself right away.

After all, he's just a delivery kid now.

But that doesn't mean he used to be.

But Yemu saw something different in him.

Scarred hands.

A sharp knife full of clothes.

Strong upper body, more than the physical fitness of ordinary people.

These can be analyzed instantly with a sweep of the eyes, this guy is not so cowardly as he seems on the surface.

"You come with me."

"Huh?"

Derek, who was already sitting on the couch, shuddered and saw something in the corner, a string of bright red reflected on it.

……

The two walked one after the other onto the rooftop of a large apartment building.

Yemu stood in front of the rusted railing, looking at the towering Penguin Mansion in the center of the city.

"Give me your terminal." Nightmu held out a hand towards Drake.

Seeing that the latter was still stunned, Ye Mu suddenly became angry, and pulled the man's steel arm and pulled him in front of him.

There was a sound of steel decomposing, and under Derek's slightly trembling gaze, the armored arm that held his prosthetic suddenly disintegrated, and a white arm was exposed to the air, gently lifting his black prosthetic.

The silkiness that he couldn't feel, at this moment he wanted to replace the unconscious steel arm with a normal human hand.

Under the visor, Ye Mu's eyes brushed through countless data streams, and AR pop-ups appeared in neurovision.

"Mapping ID, Derek Estacado - ID available, line access ......"

In Derek's gaze, the whiteness suddenly cracked, and out of it came a small gray snake that bit on his arm—the connecting wire.

In an instant, he felt an endless stream of data and information coming from his arm, washing over his exhausted brain, and he fell into a trance.

Countless amounts of data are floating in front of your eyes.

History, Military, Humanities, Geography.

There are also scattered images, a place that only exists in dreams, patches of green bushes, two-tailed genetically modified kittens, a giant green-light spider, and red-painted cabinet machines.

He felt a cold sensation in his throat, like a numbing liquid bubbling through his mouth.

Coke?

That's the school?

His eyes were filled with fascination.

The light flickered, and a black team, shrouded in the shadow of a black hood, projected a three-point infrared light.

They were suspended in mid-air, with a slender Tang knife pinned to their waists, and in their hands they held a huge dart blade that glowed like a laser.

A gloomy and mysterious aura hit his face, and he froze.

A black and white figure, with scattered silver hair, and countless black figures, collided under the sky, blasting a huge helipad with steel blasting, and the energy of the explosion escaped.

He had never seen such a scene, and in his eyes, the most terrifying thing was that in mechanical boxing, the invincible boxing champion smashed his opponent to pieces with a punch in the power armor.

But compared to those people in the picture, it is weak.

Looking at the lightning-fast silver figure, he thought of something.

As those images flashed, the raging stream of data washed over his brain, and he felt unbearable pain.

Stop it!! Stop it!!!

As he thought so, the countless streams of data in front of him stopped spraying wildly, like a waterfall falling from the sky suddenly freezing in the air, and a little splash of water spilled down from the edge of the waterfall and appeared in front of his eyes.

A man in a white robe.

It looks like an ultra-ancient setting.

He walked past the individual, and when he stepped out of the crowd, he already had a large handful of bags in his hand.

Inside was the sound of tinkling.

If capital hadn't banned cash transactions, maybe he could have done the same.

Step into the crowd in the downtown area, slice open their wallets, and fish out a lot of bills.

He felt that kind of secret, that kind of casualness.

It's like stealing a bill.

A weather-covered face.

Hands without ring fingers.

Arm armor with an unknown device.

From there, a blade of cold light was drilled out and pierced into the neatly dressed hearts.

He saw a sign.

Like a flame, like the tip of a blade, like a hood on the head of a white-robed man.

He saw the "Brotherhood," an organization that endured its legacy.

If it is as powerful as when black and white collide, there is also the freehand and wanton figure of the white-robed man.

Why do I feel like the middle zone is so out of reach?

…………

"Looks like you've seen a lot of things."

When he heard the sound of the dead face again, the images were gone, but he closed his eyes, and some memories of the past came back.

Noisy crowds.

The impact of the Iron Fist.

His eyes reopened, and there was an inexplicable light in them.

"That man...... It's you? ”

Hearing this, Dead Face fell silent.

Damn it.

A huge force came from front of Derek and slammed him into the running deflator with a loud bang.

A touch of blush slipped from the corner of his mouth.

"That white shadow...... It's you? Those who were dressed in black...... Rest assured, I only saw those ......"

Hearing this, Ye Mu withdrew his hand, didn't say anything more, pulled him up again, and connected him to the line.

"Actually, I'm not showing you what's in my database."

"I'm just borrowing your ID so I can show it to you."

The data cable snapped, and the tall figure turned around and faced the endless shattered city.

Then Derek's eyes widened.

[The program has been connected and entered the single-way channel to ensure that there is no monitoring.] Eliminate the e-police and start invading ......]

A huge drone flew overhead.

After the whistling wind, Derek saw the bright red of the entire city.

Under that dim sky, in the gray city.

DIE

DIE

DIE

On the huge Penguin Group building in the distance, those screen glasses formed three huge letters.

DIE.

Next to the machine shop, a banner hanging high in the air.

DIE

Drones skimming in the sky, circulating advertising columns.

DIE

There's also the high-priced overheads of taxis, the electronic signage of the shops on the street, and the large holographic projections that are projected indiscriminately across the city.

All that was left were those three letters, the words of his hometown.

DIE.

Tens of thousands of bright red colors spread all over the city, in the sky, on the ground, in tall buildings.

And the face of the girl wrapped in thick armor.

Scarlet Dead Word.

At this moment, he heard the shouts of the residents downstairs, heard the growing noise in the distance, and saw the helicopter of the Tenxent troops flying high.

Even the light was bright red.

The spectacular city scene filled his heart with tremors and excitement.

"Yo roar!!! ————" He ran to the railing, took off his blue delivery uniform, and let out a high-pitched shout.

It was a freedom, something he had never felt before.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the entire city is covered with her name.

He couldn't help but let out a high-pitched shout, venting the dull dissatisfaction and excitement that had accumulated in his heart.

It's like when you survived a bullet dozens of minutes ago.

Maybe this ...... Is it your own pursuit?

He remembered the cracked corners of his mouth when he had dodged the Tenxent forces in the shadows.

He remembered knockout victories in the underground ring.

Finally, he saw a white-robed figure in the data stream, with his sleeve arrows put away, and jumped down from the tall building where the vultures were chirping.

Derek looked up, the knives clinking to the rusted steel floor, the dullness dissipating in his eyes.

In its place, there was a touch of light.

“I do。”