"No!!"

Amira roared.

Sting!

A piercing tearing sound.

The old woman's scalp and almost the entire epidermis of her face were ripped off by Mawson.

Without the imaginary blood and screams, the old woman rolled backwards, and when she fell to the ground, there was almost nothing left of her original loose skin, revealing a golden alloy body!

She stood up, and there was a dense metal impact sound on her body, and when she straightened her waist completely, the height of the whole person was at least a few dozen centimeters.

Sting!

She tore off the tattered skin.

This is a perfect face that can barely pick any blemishes, both the facial features and the skin are delicate and just right.

But this beauty does not make people feel attractive and thrilling, but has a strange stiffness.

Brush!

The old woman, no, it should be said that the metal on the woman's body actually flowed like a liquid, and soon the original metallic color disappeared, and the same flawless body appeared in front of everyone.

She didn't mind being seen like this by everyone, and the woman just stared at Mawson.

"Are you really human?"

"Such a powerful physical power is rare even on certain synthetic behemoths."

She tilted her head.

"My disguise basically represents the state of the art and will not be detected by anyone at all."

"How did you see through it?"

"See through?"

Mawson smiled and shook his head.

"I don't need to see through anything, if you can take my attack, you can live and continue to communicate with me."

"If I can't take it, then die, leaving only a head, and with the current technology, it is enough for me to get some key information."

Mawson said lightly.

Ide, who was standing in the back, couldn't help but feel a chill, but he thought about it carefully, this style of doing things was really more in line with Mawson's character.

"Interesting."

The disguise was lifted, and the woman in front of her seemed to have become a different person entirely.

"Now, let's talk openly and honestly with each other."

Listening to Mawson's words, the woman opposite nodded.

The weapons protruding from the walls and ceiling vanished, and a cloud of metal floated like a stream of water on the alloy floor, forming several chairs in front of the group.

"Who are you?"

Mawson sat in his chair and asked the woman opposite.

"You may call me Mary."

"I am the leader of the rebels in Salem."

"The leader of the rebels in all regions."

Mary made a point of emphasizing it.

"All regions?" Mawson repeated, and he remembered what Ide had told him, that there were so many longitudinal areas in Salem that there were more than a dozen different areas.

"Yes, counting Salem Core Area A, it's 18 different districts."

"Each area is not connected to each other, and it is strictly forbidden for anyone to come and go, and whoever violates it, die!!"

"If no one is allowed to enter, how do you manage the rebels in all areas?" Mawson asked.

"It's my business, and I don't need anyone else to ask about it." Maria refused to answer Mawson's question.

"According to my plan, in 22 years, my strength will swell to swallow the whole of Salem."

Maria is confident in herself.

"And then?" Mawson asked suddenly.

"And then, what then?" Maria was slightly stunned.

"Tell me, what's going on with the two of them?"

Mawson didn't say anything more, but abruptly changed the subject.

"They?"

Maria hesitated, but continued to reply, "They were part of the plan. ”

"To ensure that the program is completed smoothly, I have developed a real core in each region."

"This plan is what I call the Son of God."

"They will help me to build an ideal country free from oppression, completely free and equal!"

Listening to Maria's words, Amira, who struggled to get up, looked excited.

Mawson didn't speak, he tried to analyze something from Maria's face, but found nothing.

Although Maria did not elaborate, Mawson heard something different.

He suddenly remembered the head in the clinic, Gruiska's head, and the pitiful brain volume in it.

What if the brain could be mass-manufactured......?

Mawson turned to look at Alita and Amira, who of the two of them was made?

Or both?

Could it be that the memories of the war in Alita's mind are also false?

And Amira just mentioned that she grew up with this woman named Maria.

What's going on here?

This woman is full of weirdness, and a trace of murderous intent suddenly surged in Mo Sen's heart, and for a moment, he even wanted to completely expose his strength and use violence to directly force him to ask for the news he wanted.

But after thinking about it, Mawson still gave up.

In the dark, he had a premonition, even if he really used strength, I am afraid it would be difficult to get what he wanted.

In this world, Mawson has felt more than once that absolute power sometimes does not solve everything.

At this time, Maria suddenly set her eyes on Mawson.

"Where did you get the name Nova from?"

Mawson squinted, thought for a moment, and gave a vague answer, "Some things, even if no one remembers, don't mean they didn't happen." ”

Maria's expression did not change, but Mawson caught some abnormalities, and after listening to Mawson's words, Maria did not continue to ask.

"I don't know where you're from, but at least for now, our goal is the same, which is to overthrow Nova's rule."

"There doesn't seem to be anything bad about Salem, except for the restrictions on freedom, the living standards and happiness index of the people here are much better than those of Scrap Iron Town."

Mawson said.

"What you see is just appearances."

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"If one day, you find that your life is just a script carefully prepared by others, your parents, lovers, and friends are all arranged actors."

Amira walked up to Mawson.

"Have you ever experienced such horror?"

She stared into Mawson's eyes.

Mawson smiled, he really wanted to tell Amira that what she said was nothing, in the face of life and death, in fact, these are trivial things.

"Don't you think so?"

Amira sneered.

"What if I told you that the world you live in is false?"

"In Salem, each of these 18 regions is completely independent, and even the level of science and technology and the system are very different!"

"18 areas, 18 test sites, are the test subjects that Nova used to experiment with the final kingdom in his heart!"

Amira's words are astonishing.

Mawson was stunned, this time he was completely shocked.

"You're saying that these 18 areas were all created by him according to a certain purpose and plan?"

Amira nodded.

"Nova believed that there was a perfect system for human society to avoid war, hunger and disaster forever, so he set up 18 zones to experiment at the same time."

Mawson's brow jumped, and a possibility suddenly came to mind.