In the dark alleyway, Zhao Qian stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden door, which was a dimly lit and broken hole in a room.

Outside the door was a filthy, smelly gutter that had been artificially simply disposed of. Occasionally, a person in tattered clothes walked around, and then walked away with a numb face.

It was a slum, a slum for the lowest classes, and there was a smell of garbage, decay, excrement, vomit, and people who looked a little thin and even dead. The ash worms that ordinary people outside light every day are a terrible expense for these barely alive.

"Mom. Whining. ”

Liao Sha grabbed the pale hand of the woman on the hospital bed inside and cried, and tears became the most worthless thing.

A seriously ill woman.

Zhao Qian looked at the woman lying in this room by the light shining from somewhere, a thin woman lying on a broken wooden plank with only a skeleton left.

The long-term trade in flesh and skin made her look even older, and her complexion was sickly pale.

The crying eventually turned to choking.

"Liao Sha."

The woman opened her cloudy eyes and looked at her daughter for the last time.

"My daughter."

"Mom, I found this gentleman, who can give you medicine......"

The girl said with some excitement as she grabbed her mother's dry hand and sniffled.

The woman looked at the stranger standing in front of her house, which was filled with the pungent smell of Chinese medicine, or more like the stench of some plant boiled into soup from the outside world.

"This gentleman."

The Asian looked down at him, fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a capsule full of English and threw it over, then lit a cigarette for himself as if he didn't see the greedy gaze hidden in the corner. This is one of the most expensive luxuries in the agglomeration at the moment.

"Call me Lee."

"Mr. Li, I want to ask you to ......"

Liao Sha's mother said as if she was about to die, in fact, it was almost over, her illness was more like a typical example of a minor illness dragging into a major illness.

"I'm sorry, I refuse."

Spit out the smoke ring, Zhao Qian interrupted, his eyes flickered, life and death were the things he hated the most. As for entrustment, or in the eyes of most travelers, it is more like putting an unnecessary burden on one's back.

In a world of travel where danger is always at stake, sometimes the slightest distraction can be fatal.

"I know, but, really."

The woman said, her breath getting weaker and weaker, and the smell of tobacco wafted through the room.

"Hint: You get the Golden Story Mission: Protection."

"Golden Story Mission: Protection."

"Difficulty: D."

"Objective: Protect the little girl Liusa Connor and return her to the people who truly love her."

"Mission Suggestion: There may be something in here that we don't even know about."

"Quest Hint: John Connor, Liusa Connor, what do you have in mind?"

"Mission tip: Everything is different from what you think, trust me."

"Mission Duration: The Day the Traveler Returns."

"I see."

Zhao Qian said calmly, and the cigarette was thrown to the ground by him, causing many people to shrink their throats. In a sense, this little girl was originally planned to be sent to the next gathering place at most to be put down.

"I'll always take her with me."

The Asian looked at the seriously ill woman in the room whose face suddenly flushed, and when she looked back, her time was running out.

"Until, I'm dead."

As if to reassure the other party, he added another sentence.

"I swear."

The mother and daughter were in the room as they said their last words, and the environment outside, which was not very lively, was now quiet in an instant.

Zhao Qian didn't speak, just looked at the alley curiously, and unhurriedly lit another cigarette into his mouth.

A few people, people who are slightly stronger than people in this kind of place.

He looked at it, and those guys were full of the temperament that some of his subordinates used to have, and they smelled of street gangsters. No wonder the people here seem to have seen a predator.

There are always people who need to bully someone who is weaker than themselves to show themselves, even if those people are weak enough.

"Ahh

Spat and watched as the gang skillfully and crisply knocked on the door of the first house in the alleyway to collect protection money. Judging by how familiar they looked, they should have done this more than once.

"Liao Sha, listen to me, you must live. Anyway. ”

The woman in the room spoke, thinking of a she-beast imparting her last knowledge to her cubs.

"Yes, yes."

Sobbing, the girl cried, tears sliding down her dirty cheeks. Unlike those kids out there, those little ones are full of wildness.

I closed my eyes.

Zhao Qian watched this scene silently, he had also seen someone who died in front of him. Blurred faces and voices.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

A knock on the door behind him interrupted his musings, and the little girl in the room was still crying.

"Hey, Lisa, I've handed in this month's guarantee."

A white man with long hair shouted, his pocket bulging with something to collect.

Zhao Qian turned around and looked at him, several black white people and Asians behind this white man.

"Hey, dude, are you Lisa's partner today?"

One of the guys on the side whistled, revealing that all men knew how to laugh, and a few guys were even pointing and talking about the sparks in Zhao Qian's mouth.

Cigarette.

"She's our first horse here, with fine skin and tender meat. And, it's clean. ”

"She's dead."

Zhao Qian frowned and looked at the person in front of him who was babbling some bad words about greeting and greeting, everything was more like a premeditated plan.

"That's not going to work, but I heard she has a daughter......

The long sword appeared at the time of these words, and the sword was very sharp and glowed with a deadly cold light. There was bloodthirsty cruelty in his eyes.

"Click."

The person on the other side was a little slow to react, and he drew his gun one after another, and the blade of the sword was pressed in front of the eye of the guy who spoke just now.

"Someone told you to test me, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The man's face changed in the dimly lit alleyway, but it wasn't particularly clear.

Stab.

"Ahh

The sword rapidly dilated in someone's eyes, and their pupils shrank.

Blood flowed from the sword into the eye socket.

"I'll tell you, to be honest, today's events make me lose my temper."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Dynamic vision lv1, 5 times the visual speed.

Zhao Qian spoke, mixed with the sound of gunfire that silenced the slums.

Dodge, swing the sword.

There were a few more right hands holding guns on the ground, and a few more screams.

"It's not good."

"Your stab deals 200 damage to the current unit and the target dies."

"Milestone: The Brutal. If you have killed 2 normal people, you need to kill 98 more normal people to earn this title. ”

"Straddle."

The body fell to the ground.

Zhao Qian hugged the woman's body, coldly glanced at the few people who were still rolling on the ground, and walked out of this alleyway-

Divide-Cut-Line -

In a bright underground tunnel, a young man in a white robe looks at a guy in a cowboy hat, his face covered.

"Black and white invited you too?"

Unlike the hostility of many passing soldiers who looked at the mechanical prosthetic leg of this guy's right arm here, the swordsman looked at the gun on the waist of the man in front of him, and his eyes lit up with jealousy.

"Well, aren't you the same as the Fifth World?"

The masked man sulked, and the words of both sides were more of a temptation for each other.

The price at which the organization invited the other party to come.

As if to ease the atmosphere, the young man smiled kindly, he pulled back his drooping hair that interfered with him, and took a sip of the wine in the jade pot around his waist. Whispered.

"Who might be the opponent this time?"

"I don't know, Black and White invited us just to reclaim control of Skynet. After all, there are so many people like us on the mortal list, every month. ”

"There's always a range."

The smell of wine spreads.

"Qi."

Motioning for the other party to shut down, the masked man looked at him.

"Here's the tenth timeline, you've probably heard of, High Roller, in the seventh timeline, the world of black and white influences, John Connor is dead. Do you think the station will still make such a low-level mistake? ”

"So what?"

The young man replied with a twinkle in his eyes. The man in front of him said something in his heart.

"So, we're going in different directions."

The masked man got up and disappeared into the crowded passage of soldiers.

The white-robed young man glanced at this person, and a hint of mockery hung on the corner of his mouth.