For the first time on May 10, 2020, Ryan hasn't blown anything up yet.

Frankly, it was a surprise to him. 72 hours is almost a strict limit on his non-destructive behavior; He doesn't always get people excited, he just has the ability to make people excited. Ryan doesn't like to take risks. Adventure draws him in, and he can't wait for a new adrenaline rush.

The courier and his Plymouth car drove north during the night, leaving the affluent areas for industrially developed areas. Hotels and casinos are slowly disappearing, replaced by train stations, grey buildings, taxi centers, and other industries. According to the map, they should be able to reach the old port soon.

"Existence is subjective."

"Huh?" Ryan asked, turning his head to the passenger to his right. He had to lower himself in the car so that his head would not touch the roof.

"Your question, about whether I exist or not, if you can turn back time," Zambato continued. The man left the box full of chemicals in the back of the car and then insisted on accompanying Quicksave as he did his first job for "this family". Both are tasked with protecting the cargo from attack, and if they dare to interrupt Meta, they will beat it up. "We can never know our existence, so there is no objective truth to existence."

"Are you still thinking about it?" Ryan asked, a little surprised. He said so much nonsense in such a short period of time that people usually forget what he said halfway through.

"Yes. It's disturbing. ”

"Well, you're used to uncertainty." It's better not to tell him the truth.

The sound of cars was gone, replaced by the sound of waves crashing against the shore and the faint rustle of the evening breeze. The city's old port looks rather deserted, with rusty buildings standing next to abandoned waterfront warehouses. The wreck of a huge supertanker crashes into a rocky beach overlooking the sea; The captain must have been drunk at the time of the accident. If the area was inhabited by humans, Ryan didn't find out.

They went into poor areas.

The air quality has also dropped so dramatically that Ryan feels like he's kissing a professional smoker; The stench even overshadowed the smell of the seawater. He blamed it on the proximity to nuclear power plants, industrial facilities, and the famous Rusty Town further north. "Someone called Greenpeace," Ryan complained. "They can't all be dead."

“Dy

AMIS uses copycat genomes to control pollution in Rust Town," Zambatoto replied as they drove to the stony beach. "But they don't do much to protect the area."

"Is this the remnant of the old port of Naples?" Ryan asked curiously. He had always been interested in pre-war facilities, especially since most cities had been turned into pretty, aesthetic craters.

"Yes. Dy

AMIS is building a new terminal for cargo ships in the south. Zambato, pointing to a spot on the waterfront. We can stop there. ”

Ryan parked the car between the two warehouses and got off next to his guardian. A group of people were waiting for them near the ruins of a dock, next to a large pile of crates and a minivan.

The leader, and the youngest, was an African-Italian, just turned 18, but taller than Ryan himself. He was in good health, had short hair, and dressed stylishly; He used the money from drugs to buy a stylized sweater, boots, and elaborate pants. He does exude a cultured middle-class temperament, although he was busy smoking marijuana when the two appeared.

The rest, all ordinary soldiers with guns, nothing special. Cannon fodder with a short lifespan and fewer opportunities for career advancement, Ryan now recognises them at a glance. The courier gave them the nickname G

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"Finally! The team leader complained when he saw the two genomes arrive, "Why did it take you so long?" You should have arrived first! We're in the open!"

"I'm sorry, Luigi," Zambatoto replied, much calmer. "The traffic is delaying us."

"Hey, Luigi!" Ryan said in his best accent. "This 's-a-me, Mario!"

Luigi frowned, trying to connect the two, but failed. "I don't understand."

"I guess it's video game stuff," the old woman said, and the other guys shrugged.

Ryan sighed. "It's exhausting to be a cultural island in a sea of ignorance," he complained.

"Luigi, this is Quicksave, the new muscle I told you about," Za

Bato made an introduction. "Quicksave, I'm Luigi, alias C

ypto。 He's our supplier. ”

"You also have superpowers?" Rui asked with a surprised look. Would the only one who doesn't have a weapon be special?

"Yes, I have a crap filter," Luigi replied, tossing his marijuana cigarette rolls into the sea to share with the fish. "Who's your favorite genome?"

"Well, I don't-" An outside force took over Ryan's mind, twisting his tongue. "Mr. Bo is so cool."

"Seriously?" Luigi asked, a little annoyed. "Do you like that weird weirdo?"

Ryan couldn't control himself. "Also, I'm heterosexual, but if Leo Hargraves sneaks into my room at night, I'll still let him—"

"Alright, alright, don't talk about it, I don't want to hear the details," Luigi said, and Ryan had forgotten about the effect. "See? Once you speak, you can't fool me. ”

"Someday," Ryan warned, shaking his finger at Luigi, "you're going to ask the wrong question, and you're not going to like my answer." ”

That is, he had to reload and start over. It's one thing to brag about his time stop, but Ryan is always silent about his save points. Someday, smart people will figure out how to deal with his trump card, so Ryan always hides it in his sleeve.

"Why did you bring this man, not Sphe

e?” Luigi complains to Zambato. "Still shivering from the cold?"

"They're busy somewhere else." The samurai replied. "You've got five bodyguards."

"Bullets can't stop Meta," his accomplice replied as he turned to the gurglingers. "No offense, guys."

Zambato cleared his throat. "We can always argue about safety after work."

"The submarine should be there soon," Luigi replied. "I paid off private security to keep them blind to each other, so there's no problem with that."

"What about Millionaire?" Ryan asked curiously. "Can you even buy superheroes?"

Luigi giggled. "Those over-marketed clowns? Don't worry, they will make a show of attacking us from time to time, but they are too scared of us to try real destruction. They usually look for independents, not professionals. ”

"They let us do our thing, and we let them do their thing," Zambatoto explained, moving the boxes out of Ryan's car. "It's like the Cold War. But we're close to Rust Town, and Meta has reached such a delivery route, so you have to be prepared. ”

"It's time for a fist," Ryan said, opening the trunk of the car and pulling out his pistol gauntlet.

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developed for equipping close-quarters combat UAVs. Quicksave's own weapon looks like a hydraulic piston-driven slider. The mechanism pushes the ram forward, knocking enemies back as they crush them; The messenger even improved on the original design, adding an electric shock effect to the mix, doubling the pain.

"They're leather hand guards, but they're no ordinary leather hand guards," Ryan said as he put on his gloves and showed off to Luigi. "I call them Fist Brothers because they beat people to pieces. Everyone is afraid of nuclear bombs, but what about these? These are real weapons. ”

Only Gollum smiled, proving that only he had a future. Luigi looked at Ryan's gauntlet, then at Zambato. "Like, I don't know what planet your people live on, but it's obviously not ours."

"They say madness is a pit," Ryan replied cheerfully, with his hands on his waist. "They were wrong. Madness is like a roller coaster. ”

"I like him," Zambatoto said to Luigi, as other employees help add their crates to existing ones. "He's funny."

"You like weird people, it's as simple as that." Luigi shrugged his shoulders and lifted the sleeve of his sweater to reveal a watch. "Anytime Now......"

The water near the pier became agitated, and the three of them looked over from the shore. Three strange spherical deep-sea spheres emerge from the waves, each large enough to hold many people. Unlike the old models of the deep sea sphere, these machines do not have any form of cable, but are driven by small propellers. Their reinforced glass door opened, but Ryan couldn't see any controls or buttons inside.

Ryan gasped and immediately recognized the design. "That's Ryan's stuff!"

"Hey!" Luigi shouted, and the messenger immediately pushed him aside to get a better view of the machine.

Ryan confirmed his hypothesis with a few glances. He could recognize her work among thousands; The fondness for outdated steampunk technology has become viable again; The roughness of the design, sacrificing beauty on the altar of savage efficiency; Her favorite crimson pigment had been dulled by the sea.

The sight of the deep-sea sphere awakens Ryan's old emotions, which have long been buried under apathy and boredom. Nostalgia, joy, longing...... Or even hope.

After years of fruitless searching, Ryan has finally found the right direction. His lonely days were soon coming to an end.

He knew that this mission would further his main mission!

"Ryan ......" Ryan struggled to avoid memories and turned to Zambato, pleading like a child. Where did you find that?!" Please, please, please!"

"I don't know," Zambatoto replied. Vulcan's department is in charge of technology, not ours. We just transport and manage supplies. ”

"I'm not even sure if we have these machines," Luigi said, dusting off his clothes and pulling out a cell phone. He began typing, and the soldiers threw the box into the deep-sea sphere, perhaps signaling someone else. "Just help us put our supplies in and I'll look at it again. It's getting colder and colder, and it's not safe here. ”

Speaking of cold.

Now that Ryan thought about it, it seemed like it was getting colder in a second. Unnatural.

Zambato also noticed and immediately prepared for the attack. A spinning crimson lightsaber appeared in his hand, a perfect replica of a katana. "Here they are," he said, and the soldiers immediately raised their machine guns.

Ryan looked around and quickly noticed that they were coming from the north.

In the distance, a figure froze the sea, forming an ice bridge on which he slid along. Ryan immediately recognized the ghoul, even though instead of a hoodie, he was covered in a thick layer of ice that formed multiple layers of armor. His body released a cloud of white mist, making it difficult to distinguish his features clearly.

Another figure flew up behind the ghoul, although the word floating might be more appropriate. The second genome wears a black hazmat suit and a gas mask, giving it a terrifying feel. Their bracers release a stream of compressed air that allows them to propel themselves at sea. In short, a living Chernobyl holiday advertisement.

"Ghouls and sarin," Zambator recognized. "Maybe more."

"I'll take care of them," Ryan said, eager to continue his main mission undisturbed. "You can continue to do menial manual labor, minions."

"Do you want to deal with them alone?" Zambato asked, a little worried. "Are you sure? Their killers. ”

Ah, he cares! Ryan gave a thumbs up and headed north, towards the rocky beach and the supertanker. He nearly slipped on the oiled stone, steadied himself, and glanced out to sea. The two lunatics were apparently heading for the docks and the deep-sea ball, perhaps they had been warned beforehand.

The ghoul then notices Ryan, who mimics a home run with an invisible bat.

Like a bull challenging a matador, the "psychopath" immediately deviated from the course, taking his companions by surprise. He rushes at Ryan with murderous thoughts.

"You're mothe

BLEEPe

!” The ghoul screamed on the surface of the sea, and the closer he got to it, the stone beach was like the North Pole. The dampness around the "psychopath" formed a dozen ice shards, and he said a lot of insulting words, and Ryan's brain automatically blocked his words. "You beep, I'm going to beep your head, with my beep!"

It's not child-friendly. It's not kid-friendly at all.

"Your teeth are coming back in?" Ryan's attention. "You must have drunk a lot of milk."

The ghoul reacted by jumping onto the beach while unleashing a dozen ice daggers at Ryan. Apparently, he stopped playing baseball, but threw knives. The courier accepted the challenge.

Ryan stopped time, took out the knife hidden under his trench coat, aimed it and threw it. When time was restored, the ghoul's cannonball was deflected by Ryan's own cannonball; Most of the ice fragments hit the warehouses in the back, missing the target, while a throwing knife pierced the unprotected eye of the psychopath.

Nail! It took him many times to start over to learn to throw knives, but it was worth it!

"I'm going to peel your skin like an orange." The ghoul hissed in pain as he drew his knife, his screams echoing in Ryan's ears. The blood that came out of the eye socket turned into strawberry-colored ice cream, which made the courier feel hungry. "Then I'll drink your blood, and the sweet elixir inside!"

Another psychopath chose to land on the beach at that moment, slamming into the ice and somehow avoiding a slip. The ghoul's white mist slowly expanded the ice on the beach and has now spread to the sea and sidewalks; Ryan suddenly wondered if he should add a scarf to his clothes.

"Ghouls, what the hell?" Although her voice is muffled by a mask, Miss Nuclear Disaster is clearly a girl. "You heard Adam. Ship the goods first. ”

"That's him!" The ghoul roared, creating ice chips on his forearm and pointing at Ryan. "That's the bastard who hit me!" I told you he was from House Augustus!"

Defamatory? Is this the kind of gratitude Ryan got for helping that old guy relieve his pain? They say euthanasia is progressive!

"I guess Adam won't be mad at us for killing one of them," Shalin said, holding up his hand to Ryan as if he should be intimidated. She must not have washed her hands. "If you know what's good for you, you should fucking get out of Rusttown, but I'm guessing you pussies are learning too slowly"

"Don't worry," the courier replied. "Whatever happens, hair dryer—"

"Blowers? The hazmat worker interrupted him in confusion. "That's not my name—"

"Your name is hair dryer now because you blow the air." Then Ryan pointed to one eye and said menacingly. "Now his name is Picard because I love frozen food in France."

In retrospect, calling a girl a hair dryer might sound a little dirty because she's really sad.

Her gauntlet began to vibrate, releasing a puff of compressed air for quick relief. The ice beneath them begins to crack with the shockwave, and Ryan realizes that he should nickname her the Vibrator.

Time stopped for a few seconds, and Ryan lazily waltzed out of the way of the explosion, nearly slipping on the ice, grabbing himself, cursing, and letting time continue. Compressed air blew up the sidewalk behind the beach, grinding the stones into dust and redecorating the sidewalk in a straight line at least ten meters long.

Trying to make it a threesome, the ghoul slips after a quick save speed comparable to that of a car, with the blades rising. Ryan didn't swing like that, he lowered his head to dodge the attack. His time stop can last for 10 seconds - you can do a lot in 10 seconds - but there will be a cooldown after that. It is equal to Rya

Time spent on freezing time.

Stop with five seconds, and you can't do it again after five seconds.

Not understanding the concept of personal space, the ghoul keeps trying to nail Ryan with his blade, and as a result, his trouble gets a punch in the stomach. The fist was activated as soon as it made contact, and the ram shattered the psychopath's ice armor and threw him into the sea to bathe. As soon as he entered, the water froze.

Unfortunately, contact with the ghoul's white mist froze the fist, clogging the pistons. Damn, it always has performance issues when things heat up.

Salin doesn't care about her teammates and continues to concentrate on attacking Ryan, who giggles at his mental banter. The couriers had to flee from the beach and on the sidewalks, as the shock wave destroyed the ice and even stopped time briefly.

"You're blowing fast?" That's your power?" Ryan struggled to hold back a laugh, but nearly slipped on the icy pavement, ruining the moment. Why doesn't he spend a lap learning to skate again?" My fan can do that too, and it cost me $15!"

Seeing Ryan flee and still trying to gain his attention, Shalin pointed to his feet and unleashed a new shockwave. A stream of compressed air propelled it upwards, allowing it to fly over the harbor. Ryan looked up and saw her back perfectly, but to his disappointment, she seemed to float in her clothes. It's weird.

"Why are you so entangled, Broel?" Ryan asked, he wanted to pull Fisti away so he could introduce her to the crazy girl. Not dirty. "Did you fall in love with me at first sight?"

"It's unfortunate for you," Sarin replied, vibrating her gauntlets from above, sending a brief explosion down the aisle, "I'm a necrophile. ”

Oh, a funny guy! Ryan was happy to have some back-and-forth interactions, even if he needed to concentrate to avoid explosions. A lot of people want to kill him without saying hello, it's too rude.

Time stopped again, and Ryan ran away, managing to run to the sidewalk that wasn't icing. Running on ice is a lot harder than it sounds, and more importantly, it makes him look like a clumsy person. By the time had returned, Sarin's volley had turned the frozen pavement into a piece of cheese. On the horizon, the Courier noticed that Zambato and Luigi had completed their resupply and saw that he could handle the situation well. "I'm sure we'll break the deadlock."

"It's pathetic," Sarin replied as he landed on the roof of a seaside warehouse. This height allows her to see the walkway better, and the solid ground allows her to fully focus on Ryan. This time, after solving her own performance problems, she switched from short bursts to sustained shooting.

"My invitation is not for you to ...... Chilling?" Quicksave innocently shouted at Miss Chernobyl, trying to untie his fist as he ran. The continuous explosion destroyed the pavement behind him, and stones fell on the sand. Frankly, Ryan was surprised that they didn't wake up the whole community.

"Can't you just shut up?!" The ghoul's voice roared, and the drenched psychopath jumped up on the sidewalk to start the second round. Even in ice armor, he leaves seawater behind every step he takes, and is there a starfish stuck to his legs?

"Anyway, as I said before you interrupted me, no matter what happens......"

Ryan turned to face his foe, outstretched his arms, and did his best to look pretty.

"I'm not going to take your word for it."