In the dark alleyway, Zhao Qian stopped in front of an old wooden door, which was a dilapidated hole in a dark room.
Outside the door is a dirty, smelly ditch that has been simply treated by humans.
Occasionally, people in tattered clothes walked around, and then left with numb faces.
This is a slum, a slum area where the lowest class gathers.
There is an unpleasant smell wafting everywhere, garbage, rot, excrement, vomit, and people who look a little thin or even lifeless. .
The white wax worms that ordinary people use for lighting every day are a terrible expense for these people who are barely alive.
"Mom.
Ouch."
Liao Sha grabbed the pale hand of the woman on the hospital bed inside and cried, her tears turning into the most worthless thing.
A seriously ill woman.
Zhao Qian used the light coming from somewhere to look at the woman lying in this small room, a thin woman with only her skeleton left lying on a broken wooden board.
The long-term trade of skin and flesh made her look even older, and her skin color also showed a sickly pale color.
The cries eventually turned into choked sobs.
"Liao Sha."
The woman opened her cloudy eyes and looked at her daughter for the last time.
"my daughter."
"Mom, I found this gentleman who can give you medicine to cure your illness."
The girl grabbed her mother's dry hand with some excitement and sucked her nose.
The woman looked at the stranger standing at the door of her house.
The house was filled with a pungent smell of Chinese medicine, or more like the smell of soup made from some plants from the outside world.
"This gentleman."
The Asian looked down at him, fumbled from his pocket and took out a capsule with English on it and threw it over.
Then he lit a cigarette for himself as if he didn't see the greedy eyes hidden in the corner.
This is currently one of the most expensive luxury goods in the agglomeration.
"Call me Lee."
"Mr.
Li, I want to ask you for help" Liao Sha's mother said as if she was about to die.
In fact, she was almost there.
Her illness was more like a typical case of a minor illness turning into a serious illness.
"Sorry, I refuse."
After blowing out a smoke ring, Zhao Qian interrupted, his eyes flickering, separation between life and death was the thing he hated most.
As for entrustment, in the eyes of most travelers, it is more like carrying an unnecessary burden on oneself.
In a world where travel is always dangerous, sometimes a little distraction can be fatal.
"I know, but really."
The woman said, her breath getting weaker and weaker, and the smell of tobacco filled the room.
"Tip: You get the golden plot mission: Protection."
"Golden Story Mission: Protection."
"Difficulty level: d."
"Mission goal: protect the little girl Liaosha Connor and return her to the hands of those who truly love and care for her."
"Mission suggestion: There may actually be something in this that we don't know about."
"Task prompt: John Connor, Liaosha Connor, what did you think of?"
"Task tip: Everything is different from what you think, trust me."
"Mission deadline: the day the travelers return."
"I see."
Zhao Qian said calmly, and the cigarette was thrown to the ground by him, making many people shrink their throats.
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In a sense, he originally planned to drop off this little girl at the next gathering place.
"I'll always have her with me."
The Asian looked at the seriously ill woman in the room whose face suddenly flushed, and realized that she didn't have much time.
"Until I die."
As if to reassure the other party, he added another sentence.
"I swear."
The mother and daughter spoke the last few words in the room, and the originally lively environment outside suddenly became quiet.
Zhao Qian did not speak, but looked curiously at the entrance of the alley, and calmly lit another cigarette in his mouth.
There are a few people, people who are slightly stronger than the people in this kind of place here.
As he looked at them, those guys had the same temperament that some of his former subordinates had, a street gangster vibe.
No wonder the people here seem to have seen natural enemies.
There are always people who need to bully people who are weaker than themselves to show themselves off, even if those people are already weak enough.
"Indeed."
He spat and watched the group of people knock on the door of the first house in the alley skillfully and simply to collect the protection fee.
Judging from how familiar they were, they must have done this more than once.
"Liao Sha, listen to me, you must live.
No matter what."
The woman in the room was talking.
She thought she was a female animal, imparting her last knowledge to her cubs.
"Yes, yes."
Sobbing, the girl cried, her tears sliding down her dirty cheeks.
Unlike the children outside, those little guys are full of wildness.
Closed his eyes.
Zhao Qian watched this scene silently.
He had also seen someone die in front of him.
Blurred faces and voices.
“Bang bang bang” A knock on the door from behind interrupted his meditation.
The little girl in the room was still crying.
"Hi, Lisa, it's time to turn in this month's security deposit."
A white man with long hair shouted.
His pockets were bulging with something, food.
Zhao Qian turned around and looked at him, several blacks, whites and Asians behind this white man.
"Hey man, are you Lisa's partner today?"
A guy next to him blew his whistle, smiling like a man, and several other guys were pointing and talking about the sparks in Zhao Qian's mouth. cigarette.
"She is our top dog here.
She has fine skin and tender flesh.
And she is very clean."
"She's dead."
Zhao Qian frowned as he looked at the man in front of him who was chattering some bad words and greeting Na.
Everything seemed to be premeditated.
"That's not possible, but I heard she has a daughter."
The long sword also appeared when he said these words.
The sword was very sharp and glowed with a deadly cold light.
There was bloodthirsty cruelty in his eyes.
"despair."
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The people on the opposite side reacted a little slowly and drew their guns one after another.
The sword tip was placed in front of the eyes of the guy who just spoke.
"You were asked to test me, right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The man's expression changed in the dimly lit alley, but it wasn't particularly clear. prick.
"ah" The sword quickly enlarged in someone's eyes, and the pupils shrank.
Blood flowed out of his eyes from the sword piercing him.
"Let me tell you, to be honest, what happened today made me lose my temper."
"Bang bang bang" Dynamic Vision v1, 5x visual speed.
Zhao Qian's words were mixed with the sound of gunshots that silenced the slums.
Hide and swing your sword.
There were a few more right hands holding guns on the ground, and there were a few more screams.
"Not very good."
"Your thrust causes 200 points of damage to the current unit, and the target dies."
"Milestone: Brutalist.
You have killed 2 ordinary people.
You still need to kill 98 ordinary people to obtain this title."
"Cross."
The body fell to the ground.
Zhao Qian hugged the woman's body, looked coldly at the few people still rolling on the ground, and walked out of the alleyway. dividing line In a bright underground tunnel, a young man in a white robe looked at a guy in a cowboy hat, his face covered.
"Black and White also invited you" Different from the hostility of many passing soldiers who looked at this guy's mechanical prosthetic right arm, the swordsman looked at the gun on the waist of the man in front of him, and his eyes shone with fear.
"Well, as the fifth world, isn't it the same for you?"
The masked man muttered in a sullen voice, and the words spoken by both parties were more of a test of each other.
The cost of that organization inviting the other party to come.
As if to lighten the atmosphere, the young man smiled warmly, pulled back his hanging hair that was disturbing him, and took a sip of the wine from the jade pot at his waist. whispered.
"Who is the possible opponent this time?"
"I don't know.
Black and White invited us here just to regain control of Skynet.
After all, there are too many people like us on the mortal list, every month."
"Then there must be a scope."
The smell of alcohol spread.
"Qi."
Signing for the other party to shut up, the masked man looked at him.
"This is the tenth timeline.
You should have heard, Hawker, that in the seventh timeline, the world affected by black and white, John Connor is dead.
Do you think the station will make such a stupid mistake again?"
"So what" The young man responded with twinkling eyes.
The man in front of him said something in his heart.
"So, we're going in a different direction."
The masked man stood up and disappeared into the crowded passage of soldiers.
The young man in white robe glanced at this man, with a trace of ridicule on his lips
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