In the city, or the buildings that have long been in ruins, a young man wearing a white robe stood on an overpass.
Carrying a sword.
He looked at the crowded and endless group of cars below, but he saw something else on his face, because he was smiling.
With a faint and cynical smile, coupled with this handsome guy's ancient style, it can be said that in the real world, there are many girls who will follow him.
Shaked his head.
The young man sighed, picked up the white jade jug on his waist and drank the wine in the jug.
In his eyes, everything was more like a painting.
Even though the scenery was a bit desolate, it couldn't shake his heart even a little bit.
Not far away, there was a sudden noise.
Several rats bigger than cats were scurrying away among the piles of junk cars.
A feline about the same size as a leopard jumped out from an alley on the side.
One of the fat rats pressed against the roof of the already rusty car.
This is a cat.
A dent the size of a mouse appeared on the roof of the car.
"Chichi" This one seemed to have just discovered the young man on the overpass.
The big cat was hunched over, as if threatening this uncommon primate.
It sensed threat from this young man.
Maybe he thought of something and his mood became a little bad.
He glanced at the noisy animal below and his eyes turned cold.
"roll" "Meow" The big cat screamed and ran away as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
The fat mouse under its feet just now shivered in fear, not daring to move.
The murderous aura that seemed to be real made the surroundings instantly silent.
In the distance, several robots with glowing red eyes seemed to have spotted someone here and were walking towards them.
Jump down.
The young man held the long sword in his hand, and the height of the five-meter-high overpass seemed insignificant in front of him.
Lifting technique.
If anyone were here, they would find that his running speed was incredibly fast, a few points faster than the big cat that escaped just now.
Electric light and flint.
"call" Those T700 model Terminators arrived in an instant, and with their recognition ability, they didn't even realize what was happening.
In the young man's hand, the strange-looking black-sheathed long sword was unsheathed.
"choke" The sound of unsheathing was heard, but the Terminators in front of him had been split into two.
Under the surface of those black metals is a combination of silver-white parts.
The cuts were smooth, as if they had been made by particle weapons.
He took off the wine bottle and took another sip, then sat on the somewhat dirty car hood with one foot dangling.
His style of painting seemed a little out of tune with this world.
The hanging hair on the temples is blowing in the wind.
Casual.
After about a few dozen minutes, a few people cautiously came over.
"Brotherhood of Steel" As if there were eyes behind his back, the young man suddenly spoke.
But it also shocked the white people.
"Well, hello, I'm the person in charge of this area, Joseph.
Excuse me, who are you?"
The brown-haired man in the lead asked.
He glanced at the remains of the Terminators around him.
They respected everything about the strong.
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But the other party didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
In other words, he lives in his own world.
"Well, it's not the Watson from the old intelligence."
He lowered his head and muttered to himself, with a very troubled expression.
The pretty eyebrows were raised along with the complicated changes on his face.
In my mind, information printed with black and white organizational patterns appeared one after another.
"So be it."
After coming back to his senses, the young man looked at the few people over there who had been looking at him blankly.
They all had no less than three guns in their hands.
There is no doubt that if the Asian record in front of them was not so shocking, they would have become impatient.
"I'm looking for someone."
"who" The brown-haired foreigner asked.
In his opinion, this Asian might be able to help him.
"Your boss, John Connor." said the young man.
In an instant, several guns were raised.
Everything seems to be back to square one.
But the relaxed atmosphere of being human beings is completely gone.
These people have still killed people.
nervous.
"Who are you" The brown-haired man asked sharply, with a stern look in his eyes.
In his opinion, most of the people who knew their boss's true name were enemies of the organization.
"As you can see, my father, Ximen Chuixue."
The young man took another sip of wine from the flask at his waist and told a cold joke that even the plot characters could not understand.
His expression was serious, making people subconsciously feel that he was serious.
Or maybe this is serious.
These strange words caused the people behind the brown-haired man to look at each other in confusion.
A gust of wind blew by, making the man's white robe "bang bang" sound.
The young man smiled, showing six neat white teeth. dividing line In the laboratory, the three people seemed to be having a somewhat heated discussion.
Finally, they reached a consensus under the auspices of the only man with glasses sitting in the middle.
"Then it's decided to find a way to capture the man who killed Experimental Subject No. 12."
The man's face was expressionless, his lenses reflecting light under the laboratory's energy-saving lamps.
"Killing is an option in extreme cases."
The other two people nodded as if reconsidering.
Now the three of them are all the members of this organization.
In the middle of the long table where they sat, a round, semi-withered World Tree symbol was extremely clear.
A circle of letters on the side perfectly surrounds this pattern, making it more unique and beautiful.
Abaddon Institute
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