In order not to change the day of victory, Ryan redid everything like last time. He came to Re

Esco's quarters, waiting for the ghoul to come in, and then smashing Psycho from behind with his Plymouth.

However, when he opens the trunk and picks up his baseball bat to finish the job, the courier feels a pang of guilt. Can he live like this? Beat a bag of old bones in the same way, over and over again? Can't he give this moment a little more dignity and uniqueness?

Well......

For the sake of novelty, Ryan picked up his shotgun. He swaggered towards the ghoul and shot him in the left knee before he realized what was happening. The undead bastard almost fell, but still managed to grab the counter.

"Hey, are you okay?" The messenger asks his favorite target partner. "You don't look good."

"You shoot me!" The psychopath roared, half surprised, half angry. "You shot me in the leg!"

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Ryan asked kindly, reloading the shotgun.

"I'm going to-" Ryan shot the ghoul in the other knee, and he fell to the ground screaming. "You bastard!"

"Now you know!"

Couriers have a feeling that they will do this often.

After filming Ghoul in all the places that made sense — even the ones that didn't — Ryan bought Re

esco and private security, and then deviated from the previous cycle.

After learning the lesson of the last time, Ryan chooses another hotel, hoping that his room will not be blown up by weapons; A place away from the tourist areas. He headed south, towards the civilian quarters, and he already understood the origin of the name. As soon as he left the Las Vegas Strip and tourist hotspots, the architecture here changed. Casinos and nightclubs are gone, replaced by dense three-story apartment buildings and narrow alleys. Small markets and cafes exude an enticing smell of food.

Eventually, Ryan arrives in the Arab Quarter, which he recognizes from the advertisements on the billboards – mostly written in Arabic and Turkish, though he can occasionally understand a little Spanish. Based on what Ryan heard, the locals called it Little Maghreb.

He drove past a perfect replica of a Turin synagogue – the original of which Ryan had visited, although he needed a hazmat suit to survive the irradiated city, as it was right next to a mosque. Both buildings are somewhat abandoned, which suggests Dy

AMIS and other companies are so careless about maintaining religious sites.

What caught his attention, however, was a hill to the south, which seemed to be the highest point of the city. A huge manor house stands on it, about the size of the Vatican, and its architecture is clearly inspired by ancient architecture. It includes an oversized multi-storey Roman villa, fountains, a private park, and even a smaller replica of the Greek Parthenon. Obviously, the people who live there have a huge God complex.

Why is there such an obsession with marble columns? Why didn't anyone add an obelisk for the sake of diversity?

Curiously, nothing has been built for several kilometers around the estate, only one road leads to the top of the hill, which is surrounded by a strong fence and security forces. Curious. Ryan knew exactly who lived in those halls, so he decided to stay as far away as possible.

Yes, there are some people Ryan who dare not compete with his eternal life, at least not yet. Especially after so many years, he finally found the clue of Len.

The hotel he stayed in was much dirtier than before. The shopkeeper replaced the cockroaches with the surveillance camera on the wall, and Ryan's bed smelled of Bliss, a mushroom medicine that everyone was eating right now. Someone even drew a gun graffiti in the bathroom, next to which there was a number called a prostitute.

Ryan made a wise choice.

Out of curiosity, he exclaimed.

"Really? A male voice replied.

Ryan glanced at the doodle, then ended the call without saying a word, and laughed to himself. Some things have never changed.

The next morning, as in the previous cycle, Ryan was doing scientific research in his underwear. This time, though, he's more focused on strengthening his fists to prevent the ice trick of letting the ghoul jam it in the final encounter. The Courier couldn't let his weapon perform poorly when it came to beating an old bone.

He's still dy

ame

Research was done on ET about the sighting of submarines and deep-sea spheres in the local bay, but nothing came of it. He did learn that the old Ischia he saw while driving by the sea had been around since Mech

o

Since the bombing of Italy back to the Stone Age, it has been reduced to poisonous ruins; Unlike other regions, businesses have never bothered to renovate it.

Augustus had to send these boxes somewhere, and there must have been a reason why they used genius-made submarines instead of ships. Maybe it's to send supplies to the island? He couldn't prove it, but Ryan had a good feeling.

A knock on the door interrupted his research, as if he had seen a familiar heroine with wings.

Ryan replayed the last conversation, but on the third floor instead of the tenth. However, the Wyvern seemed to be more nervous than the previous lap. Maybe it's because it's close to the mountains?

And, Ryan noticed that when Wyndwen appeared, the street below his bedroom was empty. They don't seem to like the millionaires here.

"You're saying the superpowers will collude with corrupt private security guards today to escape from the ghouls?" The Wyvern frowned. "How do you know?"

"You can't ask the magician to show his tricks," Ryan protested. "I'm just saying, maybe you should personally escort those creepy undead."

"As far as I know, even if they get him out, he won't be able to run far. Doctors said he had more bullets than intact bones. Wynne paused for a moment, focusing on her earbuds. It seems that you are right. At this very moment, the Metas are ambushing a convoy of ghouls in broad daylight. ”

Is that why she left in a hurry before? It was clear that she didn't run fast enough on the last lap, maybe this time it would do?

"Before you go and save the world and save me in miniboss fights," Rya

Pointing in the direction of the hill and the manor on the hill, "What is the name of this beautiful and unsuspicious Roman theme park?"

"Formal? On the hillside. Informal?" The Wyvern sighed. "Augustus."

He even copied Olympus, but renamed it after himself. It should be called Mount Nakassos.

"Take care," Wyve

To Rya

Say to him after a business card, and fly away without a sound. Ryan watched her disappear at high speed, wondering if she would survive this time.

Either way, despite some disagreements, he doesn't have to worry about it. He just had to wait for Vulcan's call and everything would be back on track. Due to his proximity to Augustus' domain, there is no doubt that they will contact him again soon.

A call can come at any time.

…

…

Anytime.

…

…

Big Bang!

Ryan was startled by the sound of an explosion in the distance, and he opened the window. He noticed a puff of smoke heading into the sky, similar to the direction in which Wynne was flying.

Defecate.

Vulcan didn't call him all day.

Ryan was upset that he still went to the Bacuto Casino at night, but when he arrived in costume, the guards refused to let him in. Unlike last time, they gently told him to fuck off after noticing his weapon.

As if it were now a crime to carry a thermonuclear device!

So Ryan came back, but without a mask and in civilian clothes; He even wore an elegant red tie. This time, he managed to slip in, and the guards mistook him for an ordinary client.

"Hey, friendly nameless extras," Ryan asked a casino owner who was playing blackjack with a group of well-dressed professional gamblers, like he had come out of Casino Royale. "I'm looking for Zambato. Have you seen him?"

“Za

The casino owner frowned. "No, he's not here tonight."

"So is it my plumber friend Luigi?"

The merchant shrugged. "No, I don't think so. What is it about? If I see them, I can give them a message. ”

Damn it. Still, Ryan leaned over to the dealer's ear and whispered a few words to him. "Oranges in the coop."

"Oranges in the chicken coop?"

"It's a password, they'll understand. Their lives depend on it, so don't mess it up. The merchant nodded earnestly and promised to convey the news to him.

But, damn it! It's clear that something went wrong somewhere, but what caused it? Shooting zombies? What is the switch for the hotel? Warning that the pterodactyl ghoul has escaped? Whatever it was, it made him disappear from Augustus' radar or changed their priorities, just when he finally found a clue to Ryan!

Ryan spent hours playing in the casino just in case. Knowing the outcome of each game, he has accumulated a considerable amount of money in roulette and Colosseum betting, although he is very careful not to over-bet. The courier has a lifetime of cheating experience, and he has mastered the art of making himself look like a professional gambler; Sacrificing money when needed, discussing overly complex probability theories with other players, and feigning nervousness while waiting for the results. He also played normally in poker and blackjack games, not even using a timer to check his opponent's hand.

Finally, the main defense against the anti-prophetic approach is banality. Prophets are few, and often obvious, always want to make a fortune; And skilled gamblers and talented amateurs abound. Ryan just had to convince the guards that he was in the latter group and won the high but believable prize, and that worked.

Ryan usually enjoys these tricks, but his heart is not in them. Instead, he kept asking himself questions. Even if he wasn't invited, should he go to the port for a replenishment event? That might get him back on the Augustus Trail, but Ryan isn't sure if that will happen now.

Also, who killed him in the last cycle? The superpowered person is the obvious suspect, but it could also be an unrelated attack. Since the messenger had found a job for Augustus after rejecting Vane, Dimenes could have ordered him to be killed.

No, the easiest solution is to reload and deviate after receiving the Augustus mission, but Ryan needs to die first.

Car accidents? This is already all too common. Traffic kills him almost as often as the enemy's genome.

A headshot? On his last attempt, he woke up six months later, and the doctors congratulated themselves on their "miracle" operation.

Rail? There was no creativity, and now everyone does it.

Rome committed suicide? It's very thematical and stylish, but he has to find a sword or hemlock.

"Okay." Ryan glanced to the left side of the table and noticed a beautiful woman sitting next to him. She is an elegant lady with long black hair, a crimson gown and a beautiful spot on her right cheek. She played with a glass of wine, apparently trying to get Ryan's attention. "This is the first time I've seen you here."

Oddly enough, when Ryan started making money, everyone wanted to be friends with him. Is it his attractive personality?" I'm sorry, I'm thinking about something else. ”

"What could be more important than accumulating a large sum of money?" She asked, teasingly playing with her glass.

"I tried to find a way to commit suicide that no one had tried before. Something original, exaggerated. ”

The question took her by surprise, but she did think about it. "Jumping into Vesuvius?" She proposed.

Ryan can swear that he's already had similar conversations in previous cycles. "It's done, but it's Etna, not Vesuvius."

"I don't know," she replied as she sipped her cocktail. "Are you trying to kill yourself, or is this just a theory?"

Tired of talking and unable to find a way to commit suicide that he hadn't tried, Ryan raised his hand to a waiter. "Can you give me an electric fan?"

"Fan, sir?" The waiter asked confusedly. Ryan gave him a €300 tip in return.

A minute later, he got his fan.

While he keeps most of the winnings to himself, the "genome" piles up thousands of euro bills in front of fans, aiming at the center of the casino. The woman standing next to him might have guessed what he was thinking, if there was a sign of recognition in her eyes.

Ryan turned on the fan, and the casino was littered with euro bills. "The fastest runner!" He shouted as loudly as he could, and greed flashed in everyone's eyes.

When Genome left Bakuto, all the locals were scrambling for the bills, including the woman. Even the bodyguards and staff wanted to grab a handful.

Ryan ignored the confusion he had caused, and he glanced at Wyve

The business card and the back of the business card Dy

AMIS logo. Should he check it out?

Well... No. Len is his first priority – his only priority. He was tired of so many years of loneliness, and he wanted to find her at all costs.

Augustus had already given him a hint. Ryan knew that someone was using her genius technology, and that someone was trading this kind of equipment in Rusttown. If the Way of Augustus is closed to him, then he should try to find out where they can get the Deep-Sea Orb. If there really is a black market for genius goods, he should check it out.

He could always kill himself afterwards.

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