When the bullet exploded his arm, the shredded flesh rained down in front of his eyes, and he heard the sound of the bullet, the roar and the sharp pain, which brought him to his senses.

He remembered a lot of things, a lot of memories of the past, and the choices he had made over the years.

Cheng Qingsheng is dead, not because of his character, let alone because of the choice he made, it was just an accident.

His wisdom is far above that of the white coat and Zhongliwang, and he is the real core leader of "Nameless", and since that night, "Nameless" has gone downhill day after day.

So why did he come back? Yan Yi had reserved a place for him in the academy, and now he should be standing behind the red flying machine, enjoying the treatment of the world as a member of the Federation.

This thirst, this pain, this endless torment, he didn't need to bear it, nor did he need to respond to Zhong Liwang's call.

Without him, Zhong Liwang can still do these things, and "Nameless" will still slowly disappear into the historical stage, and there is no need for him to be a curtain caller.

Perhaps, whether to do it or not to do it, is fate.

Zhongli Wang travels through time and space day after day, evading the capture of the Federation; Cheng Qingming is experimenting day after day, growing "nameless", he has no reason not to move forward, even if they are not in front of him, the white coat still feels that there is an eye in the sky that is watching him, looking at his heart.

But now, he slowly turned his head, looked at the blood flowers that had been blown up, looked at Sun Wuru whose expression was gradually vivid, and then looked behind him.

Empty.

This is the life he has worked so hard for.

The belated whistling sound of the bullet also made Sun Wuru sober up a little, and he realized that the white coat was hit by the Federation's bullets, and at this time, the words "can't hold on" still echoed in his ears, and the white coat should have unconsciously let go of the hand that held the trigger when he finished speaking.

This 0.1-second decision came from the "friend" ———— the supercomputer of the Federation. At this moment, the probability of a successful kill is almost 100%. Whether taking into account the bullet's travel time, wind speed, or whatever, countless data come to a conclusion that is as rigorous as possible, and then arrive at a near-perfect result.

There is no sniper in this world who can do this.

Four kilometers away, in a tall building, a sniper retracted its mechanical arm, and then stepped out of the rooftop with four tiny spider legs.

This is a robot completely controlled by a "friend", Sun Wuru guessed correctly, the Federation has opened up more permissions for "friends" than they imagined, not only mechas, but also many combat robots in special environments.

They are the Federation's most powerful killers, and their command of the battle situation is so precise that even the elite of the Killer Guild pales in comparison.

It was a decisive blow, but it was also an expected one.

Because everyone is waiting for the white coat to let down their guard. Zhu Shanzhi's gentle tone, Li Chengqian's generous conditions, are all murderous knives.

The lab coat is a man, not a machine, and not a god.

He knows all this, and Sun Wuru also knows it.

But they didn't expect this moment to come so quickly. In the last second, the white coat was obviously alive and well, and half an hour ago, in the face of the negotiators of the three superpowers, he signed his name very seriously, without feeling a trace of fear.

Sun ruthlessly subconsciously turned his head, and his body fell backwards, looking for

Find cover. But before he could take a step, he felt a shadow cast on him.

The academy's training forced him to turn around, and he had to face the enemy, even if instinct would have made his eyes dodge the incoming blades, even if ...... Standing in front of him was a mecha.

Federation Mechs.

It didn't know where it came from, but it had blocked this exit, like a huge steel plate blocking their only way out, Dongguo had opened up the I-type force field in this small area, and this mech was unimpeded.

If the sniper bullet just now did what other countries wanted to do, then the invasion of this mecha is a naked tearing up of the agreement.

Broke the temporary calm that the white coat used up his last strength and determination in exchange.

Now, standing in front of Sun Wuru is a state-of-the-art mecha in the Federation, with a mecha division inside, not one of the ten mecha controlled by a "friend".

On the other side, the white coat had just fallen to the ground, blood sprayed all around, his entire arm was torn apart by bullets, and his index finger, which was still intact, fell beside Sun Wuru, and the crack on it seemed to have been bitten by a wild beast.

He was hopeless, the blood would soon run out, a broken arm was not a fatal injury, the point is, he did not have time for treatment. His mental and physical body was on the verge of collapse, and his weakened body could no longer withstand the damage.

And when Sun Wuru looked at his face, he was surprised to find that his dark circles were much heavier than just now, his eyes were almost full of bloodshots, his lips were instantly chapped and peeled, and his cheeks, which were originally a little ruddy, were sunken as if they had been cut by a knife. Compared to just now, it seems that a layer of skin has been peeled off and has become a different person.

He was no longer able to maintain his gifts, and the confident expression just now completely deceived everyone.

The white coat couldn't hold it anymore.

Now, it's the victory of the Federation.

Sun ruthlessly knew that he was going to be caught, and the "friend" would try to connect to his brain again after the drug had worn off, and this memory would be erased by his classmates, as if nothing had happened. He has not seen the reality of this world, never.

He stood up.

But the mecha pulled out the serrated knife behind it.

At this moment, the white coat, which still retained consciousness, let out a scornful sneer.

The other party didn't come to take Sun Ruthless, on the contrary, they wanted to kill him!

The mecha master's fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, and after a few commands, the serrated long knife slashed at the top of Sun Wuru's head without any hesitation.

At this moment, Sun Wuru understood a lot of things.

The Federation can't take him away, because both the EU and the East want to grab this teenager. Just a few days ago, after knowing that Sun Wuru had left the Federation, Nuoda still stubbornly maintained the black box of Ashlon City until the army overwhelmed the border.

In their eyes, this is a rare fat in the world. Even though many people don't know what this teenager means, they know that the Federation values him very much, allowing him to enter the ruins of Muinak's underground and making him the eyes of the Federation.

In that case, no one can think of it.

It was Yu Nian himself who gave the order to kill.

This time, one of the most powerful countries in the world, completely stood in opposition to Sun's ruthlessness.

And by his side, there is only one criminal person who is about to die, he is the head of the terrorist organization, and he killed many people together with Cheng Qingming, setting off one chaos after another, and he is even more ruthless than Sun Wurui.

But fortunately, there was him, because he was there, so the mecha finally cut into the air, slashing at a piece of void beside Sun Wuru, the whistling wind came to his face, and Sun Wuru felt that the whole world seemed to be still.

He walked between life and death.

Even if the "friend" pointed the way to the mech, according to the manual, the mechmaster has the authority to operate on his own according to the current situation on the battlefield.

The "Sun Ruthless" in his eyes stood in another place.

"Quick...... Let's go. The white coat struggled to spit out a few words, but his eyes were fixed on the mecha.

He wanted to sleep and felt very cold.

But he just felt that he still wanted to see the world.

But this iron lump stood in front of him, so that he could not see anything.

Poof.

The sound of a sharp knife inserting into the soft, fleshy flesh, accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing against the ribs, was creepy.

The long serrated knife instantly reversed direction and stabbed into the white coat's chest. Blood splattered again, and the whole world seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

The mecha picked up the white coat, and the latter's head naturally fell backwards, right in front of Sun Wurui's eyes.

He looked at him, blood running down the bridge of his nose and onto his hair.

The gift has disappeared, he has felt the footsteps of death, and Sun Wuru in front of him is the last person he has seen in his life.

More than 40 years have passed in a flash. That wonderful night, the toil of the long journey, and the twenty years of the quest for freedom were all nonsense.

He achieved nothing, did nothing, and then he was going to die.

When people are alive, they don't always think that they are dead.

When I was a child, my parents always used death to scare them, saying that when people die, they can't eat delicious food, play fun, or see their parents. The white coat thought that maybe this threat would be useful for adults as well. It's just that they were in the prime of life at that time, and they were too far from death. Or maybe it's burying this sentence in the bottom of your heart, and then clutching on everything you have.

As everyone knows, no matter how far you go, as long as you step through that door, everything will disappear.

He looked at Sun Wuru, as if he saw himself twenty years ago.

Then his intact left hand, with difficulty, swung behind him and dropped a thin note.

As soon as he walked out of the research room, there was a note lying abruptly on the side of the road. There is a surveillance blind spot around this corner, and he has been in and out of it these days without seeing any trace of paper, and in this era, there is very little paper.

But he knew that his secretary would have a few pieces of paper with him. Moreover, when he returned to the team, the secretary was gone.

That secretary is one of the oldest members of the "nameless", except for Zhong Liwang, Cheng Qingming and Guan Shi.

He didn't expect that the secretary also had a gift, otherwise he wouldn't be able to escape from here quietly. But what he didn't expect was that he left a note for himself.

The moment Sun ruthlessly took the note from the air, the white coat closed his eyes.

On the two-finger-long slip of paper, a line of words was written on the front and back.

"Sun's ruthless parents are alive and out of federal control."

He trembled as he flipped through the note, blood dripping on it, thick as if it would never melt.

On the back, only three words are written.

White Dream River.

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