"Wu Liao, we haven't been together for a long time, you know my experience, so I ...... to people like you who have amnesia" The Grim Reaper suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly waved his hand and hurriedly beckoned the bartender to take a whole bottle directly, and hurriedly accompanied a glass of wine after refilling the wine for himself.

"Brother, my Grim Reaper is a rough man, after the old man saved me, he was urgently put into the treatment room and transferred, and I was lost to their friends, and within two years of stable life, those old fellows were also buried in this underground forever. When humans were building bunkers on a large scale, I ate hundreds of meals without studying for two days. After the association was established, I simply joined the association, and after so many years. Although my brother has been with me from birth to death, my bloodline has been broken. You should understand me, I'd rather forget about that by myself. Death clenched his fists fiercely, his brow furrowed again.

Wu Liao has been wandering in loneliness every day since he regained consciousness, especially in the first few days, Wu Liao couldn't think of anything, and lived alone in that abandoned small city. It felt like a lonely boat on the vast sea, with no end in sight, and the lost memories made him doubt whether he really existed in this world.

Wu Liao straightened his neck and poured the liquor in the cup in one gulp, and his entire throat felt as if it had been ignited by fire, and it kept sliding hot and sliding down to his stomach. Tears were choked out directly, and he coughed again and again.

He smiled, for the first time in so many days, he felt that he still existed. The Grim Reaper looked at Wu Liao with a smile in his eyes, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, like an old friend who had known him for many years.

"Brother Death, what are you going to do next?" Wu Liao stared at his phone and asked softly, his tone full of reluctance.

Death shook his head and gave Wu Liao a cigarette, his not handsome face slightly distorted in the smoke. He shook his head: "To be honest, I don't know. He took a soft puff of cigarette, and then said: "When I saw the old man this time, I finally felt that I had someone to worry about, and he became what he is now in order to save me." But I can't be idle after all, my revenge has not been avenged, how can I just shrink into a bunker. I'll go back today and discuss it with my brothers, and I'll leave in the next two days. ”

Wu Liao nodded, didn't speak, and took a cigarette in his mouth, thinking about something.

There are more and more people near the bar, although it is morning, but for these people who beg for a living every day, a short moment back to the bunker can only soak in the chaotic alcohol day and night, and in such a muddy nightmare, they can let go of the string that has been tightly tense in their hearts. The crowd was hugging here, and the noisy conversation, the stuffy environment, and the strength of the wine all made Wu Liao feel slightly uncomfortable.

Death patted Wu Liao's shoulder affectionately and hugged him and walked out. The cool breeze blowing outside is a stirring spirit of Wu Liao. "Well, Brother Death, can I go with you?" Wu Liao said in a very light voice: "I don't have anything now. “

The crimson sun barely hung in the sky through the yellow sand, and the world that had been wantonly destroyed had long since lost its color. There is only an endless pale yellow sky, and the ground is hollow with black floating earth.

Since mankind entered the era of true mechanical intelligence, the degree of environmental damage has greatly exceeded the imagination of scientists. In just three centuries, the Earth has turned into a big factory. Everywhere there are towering, dark gray factories that smoke shoots into the sky, all working for the plans of former politicians for human space voyages. Geosynchronous photographs from the space station show that the entire planet is devastated, with towering factories and deep pits used for experiments, in addition to huge urban agglomerations. Battleships like small towns flew from here in a queue to the stars. Under the work of gathering the power of the whole world, after nearly a century of accumulation, near-Earth space is full of human starports and warships. This seemingly grand expedition has brought ordinary people only an ever-changing environment. Since then, the world has changed for them, despite the abundance of human beings. Those brilliant colors, for them, have long been something that only exists in the history books of ancient generations.

Since Chinese New Year's Eve nineteen years ago, most of the warships in space have been taken over by robots, and only these red one-eyed mechanical creatures are qualified to live freely on this barren continent. Creatures seem to be tyrannical by nature, and they don't know if they are blinded by hatred, but they know that humanity's plans have always been their primary goal.

Humans named this era the Bunker Era.

The cyborg named this era the Genesis Yuan.

In terms of the ancient dating method of mankind, this is 2512 years.

Wu Liao stared at this incredible hologram tightly, and gasped in his heart. In his impression, the level of human science and technology is still stuck in the ancient centuries of history.

Death whispered, "We are now powerless to fight against this mechanical age. All we can do is survive in this era. The number of human beings has plummeted to about 500 million, thanks to policies to encourage childbearing for more than a decade. He clenched his fists and muttered, "We can only survive now." ”

Wu Liao almost made up his mind at this moment.

"Brother Death, I'll follow you." He shrugged, "I know there's not much I can do, but maybe I can help?" His words were full of restraint.

The Grim Reaper looked at Wu Liao with a smile, and he clenched Wu Liao's fist.

"It's a road with no end. We may live in this little world forever, but we never stop. ”

The next day, Wu Liao completed all the formalities for registering the Hunter Association, and his mechanical dog was also registered and arranged, and was sent to him.

Wu Liao, who was lying in the dormant warehouse, opened his eyes, and he felt that his body had a completely different feeling from before, as if it was full of strength. He clenched his fists, feeling the power slide from his fingertips to his entire body.

"Hello, respected Mr. Wu Liao, you have completed the strength genetic modification activity, and you have the ability to complete the hunter task below the third level, I wish you a happy life." Electronic sounds came in his ears. The green hatch of the dormant chamber slowly opened in a faint mist. Wu Liao followed the blue guide line and walked out of this small room. It took only half an hour for the entire body function to be restructured, which was a biological gene-targeted drug urgently created by survivor scientists after Chinese New Year's Eve 19 years ago, providing a long-term method of improving human genes in a painless environment. Because the survivors are no longer able to compare with the robots in terms of technology, they can only turn to physical functions to try to close the distance with these cold iron men. However, this drug is not available to all survivors, many of them are hunters and government forces, so that they can better survive the apocalypse.