【Rusty Wall Area, Hiding Place】

Qi Ling stood in front of the window, her amber eyes reflecting the turbulent city.

Smoke rises from the skyscrapers, and the flickering light of the fires shines on the windows inside and outside the buildings, giving off an eerie glow.

The flames from the explosion still bloomed irregularly, intertwining with the city lights, dyeing the night sky red, as if the entire sky was burning.

The drone swarm has completely occupied the airspace of the inner city, and they are arranged in a neat matrix above the heads of all living beings, and the indicator lights shine one after another, like countless burning eyes.

The streets were so empty that it was difficult to see pedestrians, and everyone was hiding in their homes or in underground bunkers, trembling before the catastrophe, waiting for an end that would come at an unknown time.

Qi Ling watched all this calmly, without any expression on his face, but it was this calmness that brought about an extreme coldness.

The room behind her was littered with electronic devices, wires crisscrossed, computer systems running fast, and a series of avatars displayed on computer screens.

Each avatar represents a hunting target.

They are either investors in Daystar Eden, researchers who participated in the Smart Brain Project, and employees or guards within the organization.

As long as there is the slightest involvement in Xiaoqi's death, regardless of identity and status, they are included in the hunting list of the virus database.

They will shed their last drop of blood for what they have done.

Qi Ling walked over to the wall, where a portrait of a target was hung, and every time a target's avatar turned red on the computer screen, the coldness on her face became more profound.

She picked up the red marker and drew a cross in a photo.

In the lakeside business district, a business elite is shot in the head with a gun by a mechanical soldier who breaks into his home.

She pressed her scissors against a photograph and cut it in half with a click.

In the Northern Industrial Development Zone, a technical blue-collar worker was caught in a winch by a suddenly activated construction machine, and his body was crushed in two.

She took a photograph and held it in her hand, shredded it with all her might, and threw it into the air.

In the An'an New District, a wealthy man was hit by a missile falling from the sky, and his body fragments burst out in the firelight, as if a bewitching blood bud bloomed.

Like the craziest conductor on stage, Qi Ling dances with the Grim Reaper and performs a killing sonata.

From time to time, she was intoxicated with the pleasure of forbearance for half a lifetime, grasping her restless heart hard, and couldn't help but let out a crazy shriek, each of which was a response to the humiliation of the past.

Sometimes torn apart by the painful memories of childhood, he sat on the ground weakly with his face covered, and a huge sense of depression filled his heart, and he wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't shout.

Memories of the past years flooded in, her own cries and laughter intertwined, turning into a chaotic noise in her mind, Xiaoqi's smiling face overlapped with the dead appearance, as if to tear her consciousness apart.

She felt hot and cold, manic and anxious, and like ants crawling on her body.

She kept scratching at her face with her hands, her nails piercing into the flesh without realizing it, and countless hideous blood marks flowed and flowed with blood, spreading from her forehead to her chin, tearing at her beautiful face.

But she didn't feel anything.

Her innate weakness was taken away the moment she was born, and she was just a monster that never hurts.

Eventually, her hand hung limply down beside her, and she let the blood on her face trickle down, staining the placket of her front of her body red.

Quietly, she unconsciously hummed the ballad again.

"The years pass quietly, and the past is like smoke."

"Memories are devastated, and nothing will be erased."

"This is my promise to you."

"You have become a ghost of time."

"I'm going to be a ghost over time, too."

She sang over and over again, and the more she sang, the more her voice trembled, and the blood on her face dripped down her chin like drops, splashing faint blood flowers on the floor.

"It's . My promise to you"

She slowly looked at the computer screen, and her blurred vision only saw dense red, like a sea of blood.

It's over.

That's all there is to her life.

One begins alone, one ends alone.

No love, no companions, no one cares.

I can be freed from this hellish world.

Qiling fell to the floor on her back, her amber eyes out of focus, and she blankly pulled out the pink-painted revolver in her arms, loaded it with bullets, pulled off the hammer, and pressed it against her temple.

However, just as she was about to pull the trigger, she caught another glimpse of the computer screen.

She suddenly noticed that in that sea of red, there was still a faint amount of green.

It was so inconspicuous, like a tender leaf floating in a sea of blood, and the only breath of life that remained was disgusting.

Qi Ling put down the gun, walked to the computer screen, and silently looked at the bit of green.

All other targets are dead.

The people who served the Brain Project in those years, whether they participated in the research, contributed money to support it, or only contributed a small amount to it, all died.

But there is one last person alive.

Luo Mingsheng, the leader of the No. 1 experimental team of Daystar Eden Intelligent Brain Project and now a researcher of the Edge Mercenary Group.

After a while, the computer program automatically cleared the avatars that had turned red and enlarged Luo Mingsheng's avatars.

The words "Tracking Failed" are displayed on it.

Failed to track?

The virus she developed would use all the electronic systems at her disposal to hunt down a designated target.

The failure to track meant that the target was not identified by any electronic system, which was apparently deliberately hidden.

There was light in Qi Ling's scattered eyes again, as if he had found the direction of life again.

It's just that the light is cold, the light that the hunter blooms to the prey.

Qiling sat down in front of the computer, fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, and the room filled the room with the murmur of the system speeding up.

After typing the final code, the virus's mode of operation has been further updated, and something has appeared in Crescent City.

The drone swarm stopped blocking the airspace and flew towards the lakeside business district.

Military robots no longer search in place and are going in the same direction.

The sky and the ground seemed to be marching in a great way.

These tools made for killing are all moving towards their final goal, the Fringe Building.

After doing all this, Qi Ling was ready to deal with the wound on his face.

Because of the large amount of blood loss before, her head was groggy when she got up, and she couldn't help but stumble for a moment, and subconsciously leaned towards the table with her hands.

This action knocked off the phone on the table, and it landed on the floor, and the screen lit up during the collision.

She was about to crouch down to pick it up, but her hand was stuck in mid-air.

The amber pupils reflect the screen of the phone, and the screensaver is a photo of her with someone.

It was a bright morning, and they were in a sunny world.

(End of chapter)