The sound of welding echoed through Vulcan's workshop, and Ryan was reading a sketch of his armor, his ass on a chair and his legs on a workbench.

Ryan's job as Vulcan's assistant is more of a desk job than something as exciting as shooting practice. She gives him the design of a new armor, gun, or vehicle, and then lets him review and improve it.

As he examines her sketches, the Courier realizes that Vulcan's genius powers may be "weapon-making". All of her inventions were either used for offensive purposes or in support of weapons and equipment. "Genius" can even make cyber warfare programs, such as viruses that can detonate mobile phones from a distance.

While this makes Vulcan an extremely dangerous "genius", you can't just build a car with a cannon. She never patched the weakness of her armor joints, only because her strength refused to accept theoretical innovative solutions that had nothing to do with war.

No wonder the Vulcans are in desperate need of a genius assistant. She is a missile without a tripod.

"Let me get to this point, then," Vulcan asked, welding a new cannon to the right arm of her armor. "The Diver doesn't want you to be in her life, and Zambato advises you to stick with it?"

"Almost," Ryan replied, scribbling notes on her sketch. He always felt Ge

ius-tech is an interesting intellectual challenge, which is why he has put so many loops into studying it. "Oh, he's going to have a party on Thursday night."

"Well, Jamie doesn't know anything," Genius retorted angrily. I hate White Knight, Diver doesn't need to. She doesn't need anyone. ”

"I'm not sure—"

"Can you understand that girl's potential?" Vulcan interrupted. "Today, at least a third of the planet is uninhabitable, and she can create self-sustaining habitats that can survive the pressures of the deep sea. I'm making weapons, but what about her? She's building the future. I don't need her skills, that's right. But what about the money I sent her? It's an investment in humanity. ”

She stopped welding, put down her tools and iron cover, and wiped the sweat with her hands.

"White Knight, they're breathless," she growled, grabbing a water bottle and taking a sip. "They help not because they are friendly, but because they need help. They oppress. What your girl needs is self-confidence, and she will only develop self-confidence by building something that is her own. So if you really like the girl named Ryan, don't get in her way. If you want to help, don't help. ”

It doesn't sound like a mental projection at all. Not at all, "I believe there must be an interesting story behind this idea," the courier teased her.

"Wynne is the worst of the white knights, casting everyone in her shadow." She replied, just as Ryan had guessed. "Do you think she's a hero because she really believes in justice?" It's all about the ego. Opinionated. She wants happy children who are respected by people and don't have to make difficult decisions. If she really wanted to change, she would have abandoned Dy long ago

amis too. But she didn't. ”

"But what did she do to you personally?" Ryan asked, a little confused.

"Aren't you listening?" She hid me in her shadows. In the beginning, I was the brain, she was the body. I gather intelligence and make plans. She's powerful, but she's a killer. There is no point if no one can use all the power in the world in the right direction. ”

The genius continued to roar and vent. Her voice was filled with bitterness and anger, and her fingers clutched the already empty plastic bottle.

“Wyve

I'm famous because of me, but she's always been the one in the field. Heroes that everyone is talking about. When we and Dy

The situation got worse after AMIS reached an agreement. I wanted to use their resources to build a suit for myself and make a name for myself. Become a Wyve

's partner, not her henchman. But they locked me up in the lab and vetoed all my plans. I can make any weapon, like Mecklen's, but for Canadians...... I'm just a girl who makes armor for their soldiers. ”

"Then let's build a gun."

"A gun? She frowned.

"A very big gun," Ryan said. "A laser gun that can draw a sign on 'moo-moo-'."

"Why should I draw a sign on the moon?"

"Copyright."

Vulcan held up a finger and was silent, she pondered his words deeply, finally realizing that she had no answer.

"I beat you with logic!" Ryan gloated. In response, Vulcan threw her plastic bottle at him, despite a hint of a smirk on her lips. She walked over to the courier, grabbed the sketch, and took a closer look at what he had added.

"Interesting idea, though useless in the rain," she said, then raised an eyebrow. "Why is there a duck drawn in the bottom left corner?"

"I got bored halfway through the reading." She wanted him to examine a model of stealth armor that blended in with the environment. The Invisible Lunch Thief gave Ryan the idea to record the wearer's surroundings with an optical camera and then depict them on the surface.

"You don't go into a fugue state while you're working," she noted. "Curious, curious."

"Well done." A voice came from behind Ryan. "I want one."

"Thank you," the courier said, peeking from his shoulder, welcoming the newcomer.

The genome entered the room, somehow, without opening the only door. It was a tall, skinny man, and his outfit reminded Ryan of a scarecrow. A terrifying metal skull mask obscured his face, and a black hooded cloak obscured the rest of his body. On top of that, the gentleman seemed to be as fond of weapons as the courier, carrying a gun and a sniper rifle.

"Phew, not scared at all," the man complained, though Ryan wasn't sure it was a man; The skull mask uses digital technology to alter the voice, even if it sounds a bit male. "You're not funny at all."

"Mortimer, stop bullying this novice," said Sparrow as Pluto's guard entered the room through the door; She was followed not by the absent hostess, but by Sykes and a new face. "I'm sorry, help, he always takes pleasure in scaring people."

"Hi Rya

Hi Jasi

e!” Greta waved at them with a lovely smile.

"Hi, Greta!" Ryan said hello too, but he paid more attention to the third person in the group.

It was a beautiful young woman about his age. Not very pretty, but super model. With blonde hair and blue eyes, hip-down hair, tanned skin, and a well-defined face, this Venus is likely to fall for any man. Even her bright white dress and jewelry are the apex of New Roman fashion, which Ryan expects to see in the actress.

Unfortunately, judging by her demeanor, it is clear that her appearance has been captivated by her. She walked with vigor and confidence, which was disgusting.

But Ryan doesn't care about her beauty.

He cared about her looking like a cat.

Unfortunately, she mistook his ecstatic attention for something else. "I'm Fortuna," the bombshell introduced himself, and the courier immediately remembered the name, a sister of the atomic cat, "the luckiest woman in the world." ”

Ryan chuckled. "If you've seen me, no, you're not."

"Oh, really? She walked up to a metal wall and put her hands on her waist. "Shoot."

"Are you sure? The courier asks for confirmation.

"Yes. Shoot me. ”

"Okay."

Ryan immediately got up from his chair, pulled his eagle out of his coat, and enthusiastically lit his fire. The sudden gesture took Fortuna's teammates by surprise, although they took no action.

After running out of bullets, Ryan did not reload. Instead, he threw away the gun, took another pistol from his arsenal, and opened fire. When he emptied the magazine, the appearance of new weapons continued the cycle.

AMT Ha

dballe

, Browning Power, Beretta 92FS I

ox, gold-plated Beretta 92FS I

ox, CZ 75,17, two-bar 17L, Sistema Colt Modelo 1927, Stechki

PS - because the Russians made the best guns, followed by the Smith & Wesson Type 629.

"He persists," Mortimer muttered to himself, and Ryan could barely hear him as the gunshots rumbled.

"It's a lot of weapons," Sparrow said. "Where did he find the space?"

"The only certainty in life is that you will never have enough guns when death comes you!" Ryan shouted. His gloves smelled of gunpowder.

At this time, heavily armed guards entered the workshop, probably thinking that there would be a shootout. They looked at the scene, Ryan glanced back, and time froze. When time returned, the guards noticed that they were gone, and the courier brandished two and opened fire on Fortuna. Vulcan raised a hand to the bewildered guards, who cleverly returned to their posts with confusion and shy embarrassment.

After ten minutes of non-stop firing, when he ran out of small arms, Ryan turned and bombed the model with a Remington Model 870. He then upgraded his coil gun and ended up throwing almost all of his knives out.

He was left with only two surprises.

Ryan paused, as his hands had not found his most precious weapon. "Hey, where did mine go?"

"I took it while you were busy shooting," Vulcan said, raising the metal ball in his hand. "I knew it was going to get to this."

"Give it back!" Helper pleaded like a child, but the Vulcan kept the bomb out of his reach. "Give it back!"

"Impressions?"

Ryan turned to look at Fortuna, who was standing unscathed while the wall behind her had turned into Swiss cheese. She didn't have a single scrape on her body.

Not a single one.

He was three paces away, shooting at close range.

Damn, Ryan now feels like a stormtrooper from Star Wars.

"It's just pulp fiction-level providence," the courier admitted. "Despite ......"

"Although? The young woman replied, smiling in the most smuggling smile the Courier had ever seen.

"I have a secret technology," Ryan said, giving up on nuclear weapons and returning to his trusty knife. "If I do, your hopes will be dashed. But I must warn you. No one has ever dared to resist. ”

She silently told him to bring it.

Well, she brought it on herself.

"Let's wa

udo !”

Time stopped, and the workshop turned purple.

Ryan glanced at Sykes quickly, he was frozen in time just like everyone else. As he suspected, her ability to deny would not automatically provide defense: she had to turn it on and off.

Good to know. Ryan remembered this information.

He took three steps towards Fortuna, hoping to slip away from her ridiculous luck...... But he didn't. His strength is greater than hers. The courier thought for a moment where to hit her, and hesitated to give her a light stab, but it sounded a little too savage.

Instead, when the Indians scalped off their victims as trophies, he quickly cut her blonde hair to shoulder length with a sharp knife, leaving the rest to himself.

“Za Wa

UDO: Barber style!"

She may have been lucky, but in this time-frozen world, the Courier's dominance is unmatched.

“Toki wo toma

e," Ryan said in Japanese, quickly returning to his original position at a critical moment before running out of power.

As the clock turned again, Fortuna let out a terrifying and startled scream, and Ryan was startled by its intensity. Greta didn't flinch, and Mortimer glanced down at his teammate's hair, as if with a calm sense of contentment, Vulcan ......

The Vulcan people did not notice the girl. She only had her eye on a handsome courier.

"You cut my hair!" Fortuna protested, her arrogance replaced by shock. "You cut my hair!"

What's wrong? Her hairstylist probably did it every month, and the woman reacted as if she had been stabbed!" You brought it on yourself," he replied, tucking his cut hair into his coat. "Now, I'm going to keep your hair a trophy."

"How can you do that?" She replied with noble indignation. "Don't you respect me?"

"Miss, I believe in true equality," Ryan declared. "Gender equality, religious equality, racial equality. All people should suffer without discrimination. I have no chivalry, no scruples, no respect for the elderly, and I'm completely colorblind. It doesn't matter which god you pray to, it won't help. Whether it's beautiful or ugly, I'm going to torture it all the time!"

Fortuna disagrees with his views on civilization, but Ryan guesses that this is the fate of those ahead of their time.

"Morty, Greta," Fortuna gritted her teeth, "say something!"

"You deserve it," Mortimer said coldly. "You always laughed at poor Mortimer, because he couldn't beat you. Now it's less complacent. ”

"Wait, is this the first time anyone has managed to 'hurt' her?" Vulcan asked curiously.

"I never use my powers on my teammates," Greta replied, her expression always pleasant. Ryan thinks her behavior has gone from cute to creepy.

"Hey, don't look at me like that," the courier said to the crybaby who kept staring at him. "If anything, I'm a victim."

"What about you?" Her glaring eyes turned into a look of bewilderment.

"Yes, I grant your desires and obey your commands without flinching, and what I receive is ingratitude. Seriously, I don't think we'll ever be friends. ”

Fortuna just stared at him, unable to think of a coherent answer.

"Okay, enough." Vulcan clapped to get everyone's attention. "Help, this is the Seven Killers. Assassination team that we organized. ”

"I must be terrible at math because I only counted to four," Ryan said with a blank face.

"There are six of us, plus vampires and night demons." Sparrow replied. "The former is not suitable for direct combat, and the power of the latter only works in the dark."

"Wait, wait," Ryan asked the important question at once. "You're only six years old, why do you call yourself the Seven Killers?"

Mortimer replied, "We set out at seven o'clock, and the chief of Pruto led us, one of each color." "But since she's mostly doing administrative work now, we rotate between four and six members depending on the turnover. However, the name has been retained. Killer Seven is more appealing than Killer Six, you know?"

"Only Mortimer and I stayed out of the original lineup," Sparrow explained. "We have different skin tones."

"We needed a Violet to complete the set," Greta said with a grin at Ryan. "Want to join?"

"I reject this proposal," Fortuna said immediately.

"Me too," Mortimer added with a shrug. "He's the new meat."

"But we don't have violets to complete the rainbow," Ca

Cel grumbled.

"Greta, you can't invite an unconfirmed recruit," Sparrow said, then looked at Ryan. "Not for you, Quicksave. Our mission is the most sensitive, so we only welcome genomes that have an extensive history of loyalty to our organization. Maybe in a few years. ”

"Don't poach my kids," Vulcan rejected.

"I'm sorry, but I can't forget the name," Ryan noted. "I mean, if you can't stick to one theme, you should find a completely different theme. Why, are you going to tell me that Sparrow's supervillain's name has nothing to do with her superpowers?"

Sparrow replied with a reluctance smile.

Ryan glanced at her in disbelief. "It doesn't?"

"She shoots lasers," Mortimer said. "of".

"I think sparrows are cute," Genome replied awkwardly. "They're my favorite animals, and no one has chosen a name."

"What's wrong with you guys?" Ryan grumbled in disappointment. "Disrespect for tradition and proper branding."

"I'm going to brand you, you madman......" Fortuna muttered, still dizzy from humiliation.

"Enough small talk," Vulcan said, increasingly frustrated with the banter. "I'm calling you together today to attack the Powers. We're going to drive them out of Rust Town, even if we're going to fight them block by block. ”

"It's time," Mortimer snickered.

Oh my God, Rya

Probably achieved most of his goals in this cycle. After a disastrous reunion with Lenn, will this situation finally get better?

"What about our armor?" Sparrow asked an important question.

"I've designed a different version for each of you." Vulcan glanced at Ryan. "There is only one exception."

"I'll pass." Frankly, while he understands the appeal of armor, Ryan prefers mobility to defense, as his strength makes death an impossible issue. As for the stealthy version, he doesn't wear bright clothes if he doesn't want to be seen.

"Even the one that strengthens you?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes at the genius. "You can't."

"McLaren can build strength." She replied exasperatedly. "That's how he recruited the few living followers."

"Yes, Mech

o

。 ”

This illustrates Vulcan, who takes the comparison with the world's most powerful genius as a challenge. "I can make armor that strengthens the user, but I need to dig deeper. I managed to do this for our firefighter division. ”

"They took away the Elixir of Hell, a replica of the Fire Brand, which can make people go into flames." Sparrow said. "You've probably seen it in New Rome. They are very popular. ”

Maybe? He didn't notice anything extra. "How much firepower did they get?"

"They went from throwing ashes to throwing fireballs," Vulcan boasted as he put a finger on his chin. "Now imagine what your power can do."

It's a trap.

Ryan notices this when Pluto interrogates him at Jamie's house. His power attracted Vulcan to an unhealthy level, perhaps because she suspected him of lying about its peculiarities. It's just an excuse for him to let his guard down so she can collect data.

However......

Ryan has struggled to explore his abilities for years, and he knows he hasn't tapped into its full potential yet. If he is able to increase his power, create multiple savepoints, or move the current savepoint back to the past......

"I'll think about it."