A terrorist slaughtered all sides on the road of the Emerald City and finally left in style, and such a dazzling news headline is harder than climbing to the sky without being seen by the Grand Commander.

"I regret raising you pigs!" Pajero Hitler's voice echoed through the chamber, and the ruling chairman's face turned turquoise in unison, "From today on, no, from now on, I'm going to restart the Rebellion Terminator program, fuck everyone who is inhumane, get the firefly catchers who are still eating dry food moving, and if I see similar news one day, I'll put your heads in my mother's toilet." ”

"Restart the Rebel Terminator program? This... Isn't that humane? ”

"Don't care about people being inhumane, if we talk about humanity, we will be sent to the execution ground humanely, I tell you to do it, and you will do it for me." As the ruling chairman, it is very simple to take down his subordinates and vent his anger.

All of a sudden, the walls from the Imperial District to the ghetto were plastered with dark red paper that only political propaganda organizations could use, and the television showed the fat face of the Grand Commander, who seemed to be constantly admonishing his people that peace should come by obedience.

Wu Cheng woke up, his eyes were unfamiliar with the ceiling, and he sat up suddenly, there was no strong man with execution tools beside him, only a cup of coffee that had not yet cooled.

The bandages tied to Wu Cheng's body and the burning night are the same brand, the difference is that the wound of the burning night is still faintly painful, and Wu Cheng's burns have healed at a speed that can only be described by the word incredible.

"Oh! Mr. Maomao finally woke up. Burning Night turned off the TV, he had watched Pajero Hitler's old face more than a dozen times in order to wait for a Miss Bikini pageant.

"Who are you? Where is this? Wu Cheng asked a question that a normal person would ask, but Burning Night waved his hand in disgust, "Why do people who come here ask such questions?" ”

"So you can help me find my parents?" After a brief introduction, Takeshi asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Well, to put it simply, yes."

"Why do you want to help me?"

"Because some things can't be done without you." Burning Night drank the last sip of tea in her cup.

It was inevitable that Molia would be a little nervous as the first experimenter to restart the Rebellion Terminator program, and she couldn't guarantee that she would be alive or come out intact when she entered the cartridge of the experimental cabin, but she shook her head and dispelled the idea of backing down when she thought of the 200,000 prize money as a volunteer and her sister, who had no parents at home before she was five years old.

The middle-aged woman in the white lab coat politely made a gesture of please, and the door of the experimental chamber slowly opened, and Molia felt herself entering a translucent coffin, followed by hypnotic gas pouring into her nasal cavity and an unknown fate.

The experiment was undoubtedly successful, but the middle-aged woman was not happy about it, she knew that if the experiment was successful, the government would "requisition" piles of civilians from the slums to transform their bodies into cyborgs like Moria, and they would have no feelings, no original personality, and most of their thinking abilities, but who knew that Moria would end up being an exception and develop a marriage with Rorian?

All Rorian has been doing this month is drinking coffee and watching TV, but he has undoubtedly slowly adapted to the fact that he doesn't have to fight for food, doesn't have to keep his distance from everyone, doesn't have to think about revenge all day long, and he slowly starts to talk, saying that he is talkative, but only two more words like "um" and "ah".

Yue half leaned on the shoulder of the burning night, I don't know when she had fallen in love with this feeling of tranquility, she did not deny that she had an inexplicable liking for him at the first sight of the burning night, after all, few women can not pay attention to the handsome man full of strong muscles, Yue once also wanted to confirm this relationship with the burning night, but how easy is it to speak?

"Your parents' names?"

"It should be the same surname as me."

"Your parents' birthdays?"

"I don't know."

"Looks?"

"I don't know."

"Height, age, ID number, job?"

"I just remember that they used to seem to bring strange liquids home a lot, and I was exactly five years old when they left me."

Lupert smashed it, smashed his mouth, "It's a bit difficult to find someone with this bit of information, I'll try." ”

The next few days are better to describe Wu Cheng as having nothing to do, he is not interested in the New Tomorrow Movement at all, and the same is true for Burning Night and others, he didn't think of the meaning of Burning Night's words when he wanted to break his head, he didn't understand what had to happen to him, this feeling made Takeshi feel very uncomfortable, but they were also the only way for Takeshi to find his parents, and he also understood that the next thing to do was just wait and see.

On the other hand, Lupert has not slept for three whole days, but his eyes are fixed on the few deficits that slowly emerge on the screen: Wu Bu, male, 45 years old, moved to the Imperial District sixteen years ago, and is now serving in the Germanic Empire's Rebellion Terminator Restart Project.

Moria's voice has long since been replaced by a mechanized female voice, "Rebel Terminator 001 system has been activated, and the goal of the operation is to annihilate the members of the New Tomorrow Movement rebel group. ”