Three days ago, Nevada, field.

"Adjournment," the designer pressed the half-lit cigar into the ashtray with two fingers, and a few fire particles jumped, panicking at hearing some secret that shouldn't be known. "Let's go."

"Do you really believe LeVert's nonsense," the young man rubbed his hair, "isn't it too obtrusive that the Swedish branch is under the management of 'Larviv'?" ”

"What do you know about Halo?" The old man smiled.

"Tactical formations?" The man asked.

"I've been a jailer before, for a long time." The old man pondered, "My superiors told me that there would be a drill that day. ”

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At that time, engineering modeling.

Kevlar Daxno paused, "Who's in the leadership?" ”

"Farman Goin," the guard said with a proud face, "it's my dad." ”

"Doctor?" Kevlar chewed on the name and frowned. "'Doctor'?"

"yes, you know?" The guard was not surprised at all, "Probably it will be a contemporary, I don't know much about the events of the first year ago anyway, it's too profound." ”

"Yes," Kevlar shook his head. "You'll see everything soon, but don't think about it just yet."

"Of course." The guard nodded, "It's the distance, it's here." ”

Kevlar raised his eyes and met the muzzle of the gun.

"Long time gone, old friend." The pupils behind the monocle froze, "I guessed you could dodge regular copper shells, so this shot came from your soul." ”

"Hahahahaha, burning?" Kevlar laughed, "That's all there is to kill my father!" ”

"The one you brought is a little familiar." The other person stopped, "You are... Who? He stared at the man next to Kevlar.

"Shiloh Goin." The guard replied, "You're asking my name." ”

"Interesting!" The latter held out his hand, "It should be you." ”

"Wait? What? The guard looked confused.

"Look at your arm bones, do you need help?" Farman teased. "Your Excellency the 'Original Sin'?"

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At the moment, the field.

"I don't even know what to say." The young man couldn't help but laugh, "What the hell, the original sin is not me?" ”

"It means that a single thought network composed of seven compound neurons can only be enriched by a single personality implant." "There should be a safety warning here," the designer said. ”

"Welcome, authorized visitor," the system chuckled. "Expand Report: o987E 'Arrogance'."

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"You're the same name as Daddy," the guard looked around curiously, with a black gradient corridor behind him, "What a coincidence." ”

"Really?" Faman didn't look back, obviously trying to hold back a smile, and he could clearly see the tremor in his back through a lab coat. "Indeed."

"Kevlar - he's dead?" The guard hesitated for a few seconds before stating his question, "What does 'collapse' mean?" ”

"Not yet," Farman whistled, "your autologous section, over here." ”