When locals say Rusty is quarantined, they're not kidding.

As he drove as far north as he could, Ryan began to see the fortifications separating the area from the rest of New Rome. They are not so much walls as they are made up of tall steel cylinders, barbed wire, mounted cameras and surveillance systems. Trained genomes occupy watchtowers and push pollution clouds from tourist areas to Rusty Town with wind control so that the rich can't breathe the same air as the lower classes. Since they all seem to produce airflow, Ryan believes they are using a fake "Tempest" elixir that causes the user to generate a slight aerodynamic force.

As he drove around the fort looking for the entrance, the genome opened Dy

AMIS radio, listen to the news.

"We have been confirmed that yesterday's explosion in Little Maghreb was the result of a brief duel between our beloved Guardian Vane and CrimeGene Vulcan," Ryan immediately raised his voice. Vulcan, formerly known as the Urban Guerrillas, briefly served as Vaen's assistant before joining the Augustan crime syndicate. Reports indicate that Vulcan was forced to flee after inflicting heavy casualties

That's why Vulcan didn't contact him this time. Little Maghreb may be close to Augustus' hideout, he or she? Ryan doesn't remember - he decides to ambush Wyve when the opportunity presents itself

。 They may have been seriously injured, after which Ryan disappeared from their sight.

Does the courier have to change hotels again? No, it's best to stay at the first hotel until Wywen contacts him, then switch locations to avoid an assassination attempt where the last cycle ends.

"- Earlier yesterday, a psychopath known as a ghoul tried to escape the control of a private security guard, but was soon overrun by Il Miglio

e recaptured," the radio continued. Enrique Manada, the manager of the superhero team,

ique Ma

ada) said, 'As long as Dy

AMIS is still strong, and warlords and lunatics will never be able to gain a foothold in New Rome. ’”

At least warned Wyve

It did work. She may have relayed his message to her team about the hacking of private security, and her team intervened in time.

Then again, it must have been difficult for ghouls to escape without legs.

Ryan eventually arrived at a border checkpoint guarded by three private security guards. They all carried riot gear and laser rifles. Their leader made a stop gesture to Ryan, and the genome did its best to pretend to be innocent.

It's hard to wear a mask and a full Quicksave costume, but attitude matters.

"Stop," said the guard. "No entry without authorization or work permit"

"I'm just coming to see," Ryan said. "I've heard they have a zoo."

"It's a zoo," the guard complained. "Look, citizen, this is the frontier of civilization. It was an untamed urban wilderness, and we were the only ones standing between New Rome and the barbarians who were about to destroy it. ”

"Well, when I saw you, I was really scared of civilization."

"You should do it," the man replied, ignoring his obvious sarcasm. "So, if you want to pass with the proper authorization, you have to contribute to the common defense of our community."

"Of course," Ryan replied. "Aren't you going to check my car for drugs, weapons, or anything suspicious?" I swear, I'm as clean as the day I was born. ”

"It depends on how much you contribute to the community."

No wonder Augustus and Meta were able to get in and out so easily. Since prison guards aren't even trying to cover up their corruption, they probably rarely conduct surprise inspections.

The moment he passed through the checkpoint, Ryan understood why they called it Rust Town.

First, the air quality has dropped dramatically, even worse than in the port; The smell of rust and chemicals was everywhere, and the messenger wondered if someone was dumping toxic waste in the open air. Ryan had to open the windows of his car and turn on the air filter of his mask to barely make ends meet.

Almost every house and three-story apartment building is in disrepair, with broken windows and cinder brick walls covered in graffiti, some even crumbling. The neighborhood does have claustrophobia, with narrow streets forming a labyrinth of alleys, almost too small for his car to get into, although during the day, fire escapes also cast them in shadow. The street lamps don't work well, and a thick layer of smoke dyes the world a sickly yellow. Every piece of metal appears to be rusty, possibly due to contamination.

Even Ryan, who witnessed it all, was shocked by the living conditions of the locals. The squatters took over, the merchants openly peddled Bliss to the homeless, and the locals avoided him when Ryan looked at them. They all wore scarves, masks, or other protective measures, even children.

At one point, the driver drove past a corpse that was decomposing in muddy water due to an overflow in the sewer inlet. A pack of wild dogs waited next to a nearby pile of garbage, perhaps waiting for Ryan to leave to forage for food.

Ryan joked about everything, but today he doesn't have the energy to be humorous.

Seeing a businessman who didn't look away, he lowered the window and asked him where he could find the technology made by geniuses. Locals told him the directions to a place called Poly's Shop, although before that he tried to sell it to Ryan a Kblis for a staggering price. Prices seem to have risen since Meta started hitting suppliers from local dealers.

Ryan had no trouble finding the Poly store, mainly because of the fancy neon signs in his store; Although he could have chosen a wider cul-de-sac to open his shop. Genome parked the car in front of the door, grabbed his coil gun just in case, and walked inside.

"It's Johnny!" Ryan shouted, opening the door without knocking.

A more apt description is that the store is a cluttered garage with shelves piled up with garbage. It's a real, poorly ventilated tool shortage; Scrap car parts hang from the ceiling, and light bulbs provide as little light as possible.

The man behind the counter was a small, scrawny, balding man, in his forties, half French, half British; Ryan recognized these strange creatures at a glance. In response to his memorable admission, the shopkeeper immediately raised a bazooka to his customers. It may be that genius techniques were taken from the design.

"You......" A recognizable glint flashed in Paulie's eyes, his eyes hidden behind his goggles. What are you?"

"Yes, me!" Ryan was delighted; He became so famous that people would recognize him at a glance!" Are you a fan of mine?!" I knew I had a few!"

"A fan? The shopkeeper was almost suffocating, and he aimed his weapon at the face of the quick rescue. "You madman, you ruined my old workshop in Otranto!"

"Did I do it?" Ryan asked, confused. "When?"

"Two years ago, you crashed a plane on it, and then you gave me a letter!" Paulie roared. "You were hired to deliver a letter to me, and you said you wanted to give me a 'memorable entry'!"

It does sound like he would do it. Ryan observed the man attentively, and he seemed a little familiar. But...

…

No.

No. Nothing.

"Maybe." Quicksave shrugged.

"You don't remember," Paulie asked in surprise.

"You obviously care more about this than I do." When he realizes that the poor man may have been forced to live in this junkyard because of him, Ryan immediately regrets his joke. "I'm sorry. Maybe I can repay you for your trouble?"

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth in anger. Obviously, he didn't want Ryan's money. "Get out of my shop before I shoot"

"You know I can stop time, right?"

"This is Facehugge

missiles," the man replied. "Once locked, the nanomissile continues to pursue the target until the target dies."

It's a great way to build business relationships. Normally, the courier will take this hint and leave the shopkeeper alone, but he has a task to complete. Ryan lowered the reel-barrel gun with one hand and searched through his coat, ignoring Paulie's weapon.

He pulls out the plush toy.

As soon as he saw this beautiful white rabbit plush toy, Paulie's face suddenly became bloodless. "You know what this is," Ryan said, waving his ultimate weapon at the shopkeeper. "If you don't lay down your weapon, I'm going to press the open button."

"We're in an enclosed space, you can't control it!"

"Neither can you." Ryan gave a thumbs up, ready to activate the switch on the back of his weapon of mass destruction. "I'll do it."

"Don't do that," Paulie threatened, pulling the trigger.

"I'm coming!"

The pressure in the room was mounting and Paulie was shaking until his nerves collapsed. "," he said, tossing the weapon on the counter. "How can you do this to a stuffed animal?" The cutest thing, but you turned it into a ...... It became ......"

"That sounded like a good idea at the time!" Quicksave argues that he puts the stuffed animal back in his coat for everyone's safety. "I'm looking for homemade genius techniques."

"Ah, I can't help you!" Paulie smiled, glad that he could be as useless to Ryan as possible. "You've picked the worst possible time!" The junkyard is closed and no one is selling!"

"I'm not going to buy it," Ryan replied, glancing at the company with disappointment. Even the weapons that Poly wields are of inferior quality and shatter with a single bullet. "I'm looking for a very specific technology. Abyssal spheres are used to recharge in the water. Crimson paint, steampunk influences?"

"It's like Le

technology?"

Paulie was startled, only to see Ryan close the gap between the counter and him in the blink of an eye. "Paulie, Paulie, Paulie," the genome almost gurgled. "Do you want to be my friend?"

"No," the shopkeeper replied bluntly.

"Then tell me everything."

The shopkeeper sighed in disgust. "Black hair, blue eyes, a little crazy?"

"It's called Marxism-Leninism, but yes," Ryan replied, getting more and more excited.

"Well, it's the same girl. She came to Rust six months ago and called herself a diver. Ryan had never heard of that nickname. To his disappointment, Rescue and Diver didn't sound like a comedic combo. Maybe Q&U? U

de

save

S?" Just a genius who wants to do business without the recruitment of Dinas or Augustus, you know what I mean?" In the past, genomics people like her had a big black market here, they didn't have enough resources to be self-sufficient, but wanted to be independent of the big group. ”

Ryan nodded, silent, and fully focused on the shopkeeper. This frenzied attention seems to have disrupted Paulie, but it only encouraged him to speak faster.

Anyway, she managed to make herself a piece of armor out of what she had picked up. It looks like an old-world Jim wetsuit. She kept asking me for parts to fix it, so we met often. ”

"Does it have a mini-gun?" Ryan asked.

Paulie grimaced. "How do you know?"

Because he knows her very well. "Please continue."

Regardless, she sold some of her inventions to Augustus to make ends meet. You must know her...... Very welcoming, right?" Ryan nodded knowingly. "She ended up attacking Dy

A chemical plant owned by AMIS protesting the working conditions there. ”

That's Ryan, okay. Always with that strange, almost endearing sense of justice, a strong desire to protect the weak, and a hatred of private property. "And then? What happened?"

"What happened? Guess what's going on! Private security raided her studio and grabbed her. I heard that Augustus rescued her, but then she didn't say anything. She vanished. ”

This confirms that the Augustus may well be the only way to find Ryan and should be favored, albeit ...... The fact that private security guards caught her meant they might have had her file.

However, this is what he learned from ...... Because forever. Ryan was in a good mood. A special mood. "With this news, Paulie," he decided on a whim, "I'll grant you a wish." ”

"Grant me a wish?" The shopkeeper frowned disdainfully. "You think you're Robin Williams?"

In this debauched city, there is finally a literate man!" Of course not, I can only fulfill one wish, not three. ”

Paulie prepared to send him away, then paused for a moment. A thought crossed his mind. "You're not kidding, are you? Are you serious?"

"Whatever it is, I'm going to make it happen." No matter how many times you try. Quicksave always keeps its word.

"Hmm...... What do I have to lose, no one else will care. Paulie put his hands on the counter and put his fingers together. Did you know that a neurotic gang recently moved into Rusttown?" Meta-Ga

g ?”

"You want me to play Tarantino for them?"

He nodded in the affirmative. "They've taken over the dump where most of the transactions were made a few days ago, and then it's getting worse. The situation is getting worse by the day. genomes, kill them, suck their blood dry; Normal people, they will kidnap directly on the street. I don't know what psychopaths did to them, but you'll never see them again. ”

Paulie gritted her teeth.

"There are even children missing."

A chill hit Ryan's spine, and his heart hardened. As he told Zambato, children are sacred to him. Especially since he gets along better with them than adults, and he himself had a bad childhood. "Does the private security know?"

"They know, they just don't care. Private security guards only protect critical infrastructure, such as power plants or water treatment plants, and I have to admit that they are very enthusiastic about what they do. The rest are just border guards, who don't care at all what is happening inside the wall. Paulie sneered in disgust. If a few homeless people, addicts, and underclass people go missing, they don't care at all. The psychopaths helped them clean up the rubbish of the glitzy city. ”

"What about Wyverns and millionaires?"

“Wyve

Sometimes there will be fights with a Meta," Paulie admitted. But she's the only one who cares...... She can't be everywhere. Unless the superpowers kill too many workers, attack tourists, or steal a batch of elixirs, Dy

Amis won't lift a damn finger—"

"Wait," Ryan interrupted. "The superpowers have been here for days, and they haven't attacked Dy

AMIS's elixir or genome?"

Paulie shook his head.

"It's weird," Genome noted. "Psychopaths don't do that. They usually make a mess of themselves, and in order to satisfy their addiction, they will get into trouble with the locals, and then they will go on a rampage. It's always the same pattern. ”

He should have known that he had lived with a man.

Yet these mentally ill people are very constrained by the standards of their kind. Come to think of it, from what he's heard, Meta didn't attack Dy at all

AMIS's infrastructure; They just wanted to drive Augustus out of Rusty Town.

The reason is easy to guess. Dy

Amis doesn't care about this area at all, unless its buildings or agents are under attack. They don't lift a finger if ignored. Rya

It is believed that the Psychrons came to New Rome to satisfy their addiction, but it is clear that there is something else at work.

Unfortunately for Paulie, Ryan is Ryan's only priority at the moment. But no matter what the cost, he will keep his word. "I'm going to make your wish come true in my perfect run," Genome promises, "I swear." ”

"Your perfect run?" Do you run?"

"It was a perfect ending," Ryan explained. It's a concept he formed in his endless wanderings; If he collects all possible information about a given place and inhabitants through his loops, then he can create the best situation. He would then use the last loop to create a perfect chain of events that would guarantee the best possible outcome by his standards.

And then, and only then, Rya

to create a new save point and move on.

After learning the way there from the owner of the "garbage dump", Ryan leaves the door of Poly's store and prepares to drive directly to Meta's lair.

But a bug landed on his Plymouth and squashed it.

Ryan is stunned when a huge three-meter-tall monster smashes into his car, crushing the roof, shattering the windows, and shattering the engine. The creature looks like a twisted fusion of a human and a mosquito, a giant insect with a black exoskeleton and crimson flesh. Its eyes starved hungrily at the Help, its claws raised.

"I knew," said the mosquito hoarsely, his voice more like the buzzing of insects than of a human voice, "I smelled a mouse sneaking in—"

"My car!" Ryan screams in horror, his sudden howl startles the psychopath.

The courier immediately stopped time and rushed towards his Plymouth Fury to check on its health. Will he be able to save it? Will he be able to save it?!

No. The losses are too great.

Ryan is overwhelmed by rage, and he quickly contemplates a "kill Bill", first against mosquitoes and then every "psychopath" he can find. He wants them to see the horrors of hell that never ends! A curse issued directly from Tartarus!

However, Ryan couldn't stand life without his beloved Plymouth.

The Courier sighed in frustration and grabbed a small metal ball from his coat to let time go on. "Did you see that?" He raised the ball at the psychopath. "Did you see that?"

"What is this, a ball—"

"Now look at my car, you ruined it and go back to the prom. It's a weapon. "Click." Catch it now!"

Ryan threw the bomb at the mosquito, which grabbed the bomb with his hand due to its responsiveness. The psychopath looked at the weapon, then at Ryan, confused and terrified.

"Nobody touched my car," Quicksave said. "No one."

Ryan is delighted when Rusttown explodes in a nuclear blast, and the two Supermen are vaporized by a scorching light.

In the end, he came up with a new method that he had never tried before.