In a city, or a complex of buildings that have long been in ruins, a young man in a white robe stands on a flyover.

Carrying a sword.

He looked at the crowds of cars below, but he saw something else on his face, because he was smiling. With a faint and somewhat cynical smile, coupled with this antique handsome guy dress, it can be said that there are many girls who will follow in the real world.

Shook his head.

The young man sighed, picked up the white jade wine jug pinned to his waist and drank the wine in the jug, all this was more like a painting in his eyes.

Even if the scenery is a little bleak, it can't shake his heart.

Not far away, there was a murmur, several rats larger than cats scurrying through the pile of abandoned cars, and a feline about the size of a leopard came out of an alley on the side and pressed one of the fat rats to the roof of the rusty car.

This is a cat.

A dent the size of this mouse appears on the roof of the car.

"Whew! Laugh at! ”

It was like a young man who had just noticed the flyover, and the big cat was hunched over, as if to intimidate this uncommon primate.

It sensed a threat from the young man.

Xu thought of something, and his mood became a little bad. Glancing at the animal making a noise under his eyes, his gaze was cold.

"Get out!"

"Meow!"

The big cat ran away with a cry as if it had encountered a natural predator, and the fat mouse under its feet shrank there even more in horror, not daring to move.

The murderous aura like a substance made the surroundings instantly silent.

In the distance, several robots with red eyes seemed to sweep over to someone here, walking towards them.

Leap down.

The young man held the long sword in his hand, and the height of the five-meter-high flyover seemed to be worthless in front of him.

Longitudinal lifting.

If anyone were here, they would have noticed that he was running incredibly fast, a few points faster than the big cat that had just escaped.

Electric flint.

"Whew!"

The T-700 Terminators were just around the corner of the day, and with their ability to recognize them, they didn't even recognize what was happening.

In the hands of the young man, the long sword with a strange form was unsheathed.

"Choke!"

The sound of unsheathing was heard, but the Terminators in front of him had been split in two. Beneath the surface of those ferrous metals is a combination of silvery-white parts.

The incision is flat, as if it had been done by a particle weapon.

He took another sip of the flask, sat on the dirty lid of the car, and swayed on one foot, his style of painting seemed a little out of place with the world. The drooping hair of the temples fluttered in the wind.

Casual.

It took about a few dozen minutes before a few people cautiously approached.

"Brotherhood of Steel?"

As if there were eyes growing behind his back, the young man suddenly spoke up. But it also scared those white people.

"Well, hello, I'm in charge of this piece, Joseph. Excuse me, are you? ”

The brown-haired man who took the lead asked, and he glanced at the remains of the Terminators around him, and they respected the strong.

It's just that the other party doesn't want to deal with him at all. Or rather, he lives in his own world.

"Well, it's not Watson from the old intelligence."

He looked down and muttered to himself, with a very nerve-wracking expression. The eyebrows, which look good, are also raised with some complicated changes on the face.

In my mind, a piece of information printed with black and white tissue patterns surfaced in it.

"So be it."

When he came back to his senses, the young man looked at the people who had been looking at him in a daze, and they all had no less than three guns in their hands. There is no doubt that if it weren't for the shocking record of this Asian in front of them, they would have turned their faces impatiently.

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

The brown-haired foreigner asked, in his opinion, that this Asian might be able to become a helping hand under him.

"Your boss, John Connor."

The young man said.

In an instant, several guns were raised.

The problem of everything is more like going back to square one.

But there is no such relaxed atmosphere as human beings, and these people still have killed people.

Nervous.

"Who are you?"

The brown-haired man asked sharply, his eyes flashing with fierceness, in his opinion, most of the people who could know the real name of their boss were enemies of the organization.

"As you can see, father, Simon blows snow."

The young man took another sip of the wine from the flask at his waist, and told a cold joke that the characters could not understand. The expression was serious, which made people subconsciously think that he was serious. Or maybe that's what it means.

This strange remark caused the people behind the brown-haired man to look at each other in confusion.

A gust of wind blew, causing the man's white robe to rattle.

The young man smiled, revealing six neat white teeth—

Divide-Cut-Line -

In the lab, the three of them seemed to be in the midst of a somewhat heated discussion.

In the end, they reached a consensus under the auspices of the only man with glasses sitting in the middle.

"Then it's decided, find a way to capture the man who killed Subject 12."

The man's face was expressionless, his lenses reflecting light from the energy-saving lamps in the laboratory.

"In extreme cases, there is an option to kill."

The other two nodded in reconsideration. Now the three of them are all members of this organization.

In the middle of the long table they sat at, a round, half-withered World Tree was unusually distinctly emblem.

A circle of letters on the side perfectly surrounds this pattern, making it more beautiful.

Abaddon Institute.