He struggled to his feet from the ground, bringing up some grey rain.

Flicking his arms and throwing the uncomfortable droplets of water to the ground, he picked up the blue locomotive beside him, trying to get away from the place quickly.

The lightning that had been in my heart a few minutes earlier.

The head of the car that had already turned slowly stopped, and he looked back at the dark right-angled alley.

It's dark, but it's familiar.

Bang –

It was the sound of the silver support being gently kicked down, and he put on the hood of his dark blue coat and walked out into the dark alley, where the light of various billboards was flashing, and the light bars and indicators formed a strange atmosphere.

The light band sign of the Hummingbird Express breathed slightly on his coat, shining on a raindrop, and he decided to check it out.

The dead fat pig, his boss, the richest dead fat house in this area.

In the previous chapter he forgot to add two words: one.

One of the richest dead fat houses, always has an old Chinese saying on his lips: there is no pie in the sky.

At that time, he always believed in this sentence, so he worked hard for a while, but later, he went back to his old ways.

Just like now, a stick that looks like a lot of money is walked from the door of the shop on one side.

But it's just a stick.

The stick lit up with blue dots of light in the dark blue shadows, swaying as the figure moved.

He went deep into the alley, looking for something that shone with electricity.

It was a big battle, and he needed to speed up the time, even if the capital-controlled black troops were always lazily late, but he only had ten minutes.

Carefully duck into those shadows, as you have done in the past, sophisticated and cautious.

Then he came into contact with a warm sensation, and the blue point of light that was blocked in front of him turned around.

Damn it.

Of course, he remembered that there were quite a few people in Right Angle Alley.

Thieves, criminals, illegal wanderers, and the old lame man with the Ionic Light Blade.

He called them in two words, as they should have been.

Mob.

He reacted the moment the thug in the shadows turned around.

The tough mechanical arm drenched those gray raindrops and thrust them horizontally into the thug's hands, and he could only whine in his shattered teeth.

Thin body, short man.

Almost as soon as he made contact, he felt the ribs of the person in front of him wrapped under the synthetic clothing, and it was a bumpy feeling.

Then he picked up his stick and slammed it against his head.

Derek can't beat the big guys who live in the same apartment, but he can beat a lot of guys who walk in the dark and feel the walls.

Although I'm doing it now.

The hand gently caught the dizzy guy, and the mechanical steel arm pulled out some bloody teeth and slammed them into the back of the man's head.

The human nerve center is in that position, and it is placed together with the electronic brain, so just a slight force can completely stun him.

With his unconscious body lightly in front of him, he couldn't tell if there were other guys around.

So he crouched in the dark, his blue eyes observing the movement around him.

Then there was a bit of noise, and he quickly took off his work coat, the cold wind mixed with the rain blowing through the wrapping under him - he didn't want to be spotted because of a big blue bird hanging behind him.

Some figures walked through the alley in front of them.

It was only when the voice and his position gradually pulled away that he took a light step and hung behind the men.

At the end of the alley is a garbage dump.

To be precise, it's a scrap metal storage area, where huge boxes line the walls, and there are a lot of worn and rusted metal and discarded electrical circuits on the ground.

He's been here to find a lot of good things, so there's a lot of guys around who often care about it.

Following those people, he saw some reflections, some conspicuous.

Leather jacket with pierced rivets.

A bunch of guys who don't mess with.

His eyes became more cautious, and he drew a knife from his waist and continued to follow them.

"Dick, did you find that thing?" As they approached, the men's voices grew louder.

"Don't rush me, I'm looking!" The man known as Dick tightened the leather on his body and turned on the flashlight.

"Dude, did you really see that thing?" A voice of skepticism.

"I really saw it, believe me, it's definitely a power armor, you can't be mistaken!"

Dick replied distraughtly to his companion's words, searching around in the glow of the flashlights that the others had turned on.

"Speaking of which, what are we going to do if we find that thing?"

"One man, one arm and one leg?"

"Fart, we'll sell it to Riesak and he'll pay a very high price."

Hearing this, Derek pulled away a contemptuous smile.

Whimsical little gangsters.

He took the next step, and he was about to get out of this alley.

A flash of lightning startled him.

It was a black shard under his feet.

He looked at the fragment for a full ten seconds.

There was no more electricity.

He used his warm-touch hand to put on the gloves he had taken out of his fanny pack and pinched the piece of metal.

Glossiness, hardness, material strength.

This thing is not in this garbage heap.

He subconsciously thought so, and then saw countless angular fragments spread out to the other side, in a different direction than those of the thugs.

Hearing my heart pounding in my chest was a shocking and joyful vibrating.

And gradually accelerate.

He walked towards the debris-strewn ground, carefully running over the shards of steel, making sure they didn't make a noise, even if it was just a tiny one.

He saw more and more fragments, but what made him a little strange was that the fragments, even if they were scattered, did not appear completely different.

These pieces don't look like they come from a single thing at all.

That's certainly not some kind of power armor.

Walking around a corner, the slightly moving blue eyes were still in their sockets.

And gradually widened.

Fragments, densely piled up on top of a piece of scrap.

The whiteness is hidden underneath, and even in a dim environment, it shines like the sun.

Person?

Really people?

How is it possible for a person to pass through a magnetocurrent storm in the middle zone?!

Moreover, it seems that she is still a woman.

He saw a white arm, dangling from the cracks in the shards of steel, a slender body, hidden under the shards, and half of the head.

Somewhat distracted, he walked in, and he saw thin lips, full and moving in the abandoned steel, and he saw shimmering skin, white and thorough.

Eventually, he saw the silver that flowed out of it like a waterfall.

It was hair, completely undisheveled, and a large piece of it was pierced out of it, neatly covered by the splinters, hanging down at a long bevel, as if a barber had cut it diagonally with a large pair of scissors.

He could feel the seductive body, the fair, unspoken skin that was not stained with dust, making him beat his throat.

Could it be...... Android?

He'd never seen a flawless android like this, even if he only saw a small portion of the skin.

He continued to get closer, then was illuminated by a bright light behind him.

Pause.

Damn it.

The muscles of the whole body tensed instantly, and I was about to rush into the shadows.

Then came the sound of the bolt being pulled, and he was about to make a move that forced him to stop.

Bean-sized beads of sweat slipped down his head.

"What people!"

That's my line......

He grinned.

Footsteps came from behind him, more than a couple, and more light shone on himself.

Those damn whimsical thugs.

"Turn it around to Lao Tzu! Slowly! The thug's voice came, and he slowly turned his body to meet a few pairs of tyrannical gazes.

"Big ...... Eldest brother...... I just saw something falling from here and wanted to come and see it......" A pretended panicked tone came out of his mouth, causing the thug on the other side to frown.

"It doesn't look like a big shot." The other leather-clad man nodded as he spoke to his companion.

Their words were presumptuous, and Derek could hear them clearly.

Then he heard the trigger pull, and Derek jumped out of the way, a bullet grazing his arm.

Iron arm.

"Kill him!"

Dense gunfire rang out, and Derek ducked behind a fairly heavy steel plate to see a few bumps appear on the shield.

"Thank you to the littering guys...... My acting skills are not enough to pass. "Broken thoughts.

He exhaled deeply, his eyes froze, and a cold light appeared in his hand.

Shout.

The blade that pierced through the wind, and then the sound of piercing flesh, he heard a pop, and a thug fell.

Fortunately, it wasn't too handy.

Shaking off his fingers, which were stiff from the sudden force, he pulled out a knife from his bosom.

It was a knife for circumcision, and he sharpened it.

"Damn it! Laboriously fell! ”

"I'm going to skin that kid!"

The flashlight flickered wildly, and Derek's body suddenly burst out, flipping over the light, hiding into another shadow, and throwing out a knife in the process.

Another lucky hit, he aimed at the shiny part, and the light and the figure fell at the same time.

There were also four people, whose hands were already sore.

He's not a knifeman after all.

"MD, I should have made more time to go to the club, the guys who can fill the bullseye with playing cards can definitely help me." He whispered and cursed, like a broken thought.

Another man fell, but the gunfire intensified, and the steel plate on his side continued to appear pitch-black bulges, like a massage against his body—this thing would have to be pierced sooner or later.

As soon as he thought so, a small hole was made in the steel plate, and the bullet pierced his shoulder.

There was a muffled grunt, and a heart-piercing pain came from his shoulder, and the pain and sudden impact caused him to fall directly to the ground sideways.

Then he froze.

Before he knew it, he was getting closer to the body.

At the moment of falling, a pair of scarlets opened in the shards and stared directly at him as he fell.

Blue tears poured out of the crimson, dripping down delicate faces, dripping black steel.

He froze, staring at the tears that flowed down his cheekbones.

Then he heard the voice of the mob: "Hey, there's a chick here?" ”

In an instant, as if he had ignited gunpowder, the adrenaline that had not yet subsided filled his chest, and the pain disappeared for a moment, and he suddenly burst out, and his steel fist slammed into the face of a thug.

On the unconscious fist, he felt the shattered bones of the other man's face.

Derek didn't rejoice much, impulsiveness and protection were bound to pay.

It may have been that bundle of liquid like tears, the moment it flowed out of his red eyes, it throbbed his heart.

At the moment when the muzzle of the gun burst into sparks, Derek's whole body fell into the shards, like a broad shield, and underneath the steel, a white and weak body.

Two bullets drilled into the back, blocked in the bones, and striking.

He almost thought he was going to die.

The gunshots continued to go on, but there was no more pain behind him, and finally it turned into a clicking sound.

Stuck?

Derek thought subconsciously.

But he understood that it was not.

It's the sound of constantly pulling and forgetting to stop the trigger.

Three heart-wrenching gunshot wounds left him in the splinters, rubbing an inch of smooth skin.

Looking back, a bullet hovered in front of the blue eyeball.

A few centimeters.

On the yellow bullets, there were blue-purple arcs of electricity.

Nest grass, electromagnetic ???

Capable one?!

He almost screamed in excitement.

Who saved me?

In the frightened eyes of the mob, the bullet just folded back, in the purple light.

Shot into their bodies, mercilessly, and fell to the ground with a pop.

Derek sat upside down, gasping for air.

"Yo Roar ————!!!!!"

This feeling of life and death moments made him roar excitedly.

"Wow————!!!"

The air rushed up his throat, and Derek was so excited that his hands trembled.

Then he heard an ethereal voice.

It's dreamlike, mixed with vibrating electronic sounds, but it's completely sultry and throbbing.

A bullet floated over his eyeball.

"Will you sit on Lao Tzu and scream again?"