Bionic Era

After a short period of chaos, order was finally established on the ladder.

Most people backed out.

Those who stayed were almost all bionic executives.

Wu Yu smelled ammonia when he first came in, and Lu Wen had to guard against it.

Anything related to this smell is basically related to the explosion.

After stating the pros and cons, only a few media outlets chose to stay and watch what happens next.

"In fact, the matter has almost developed, and it is estimated that it will end soon."

Everyone stood at the gate.

Some crowded.

Those media people held up their cameras.

The scene in front of them left them speechless in shock.

The crack that separated the crowd from the little artist was like a hell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Those corpses seemed to be still struggling, and the distorted expressions on their faces were extremely terrifying.

"There are snakes in that big pit!" A media person exclaimed.

"No, that's not a snake, that's..." A bionic executive explained, but he frowned and searched the database for a long time, but couldn't find the corresponding creature.

Azure's biodatabase does not preserve the snake-like creature.

It shouldn't be.

This database claims to contain all creatures that have appeared since ancient times.

"That's what the teacher brought back from the no-man's land, not the ordinary no-man's land, but the ones that have been polluted." The little painter smiled and sat across from everyone, far away.

"His teacher is number zero." Lu Wen said to everyone.

"The teacher said that although my painting is very good, it looks too dead and lifeless, so I found some cute creatures from the no-man's land."

painting?

The little painter called this horrible crack a painting.

"The name of this painting is Purgatory. It's my attempt. How about it? Does it have the beauty of art?"

"I just feel sick."

Wu Yu was the first to refute.

He does feel sick.

"Hey, people who don't understand art are always like this, criticizing those masterpieces that should be handed down with personal color."

The little painter glanced at the people at the door with regretful eyes.

Finally shook his head.

None of these people understood his art.

Only teachers have such a realm.

"I have made a lot of works of art in this place, but in the end they all became monsters in your mouth. I am very puzzled. You really don't know the beauty of red and blue, the deformed beauty, and the incomplete happiness. Don't you feel it?"

"I think some people can still feel it, but the voices from the outside make them afraid to admit their inner thoughts, so artists are drowned, submerged in the sea of ​​mediocre people."

The little painter began to pack his things.

Artboards, palettes, brushes...

He seemed to find it very boring, communicating with these people who don't understand art is a complete waste of words.

An executive officer pulled out a gun from his waist, pointing the muzzle at the little painter

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that this place will explode in ten minutes, doesn't it sound like a long time?" The little painter stretched out a finger and shook it lightly, "But as long as I die, I will explode before the explosion." time will be shortened to one second."

"Put down the gun, what he said is believable."

Little Painter is similar to Number Zero in some respects, so it's not enough to deceive people on this point.

"Goodbye, everyone."

He smiled slightly, bowed slightly, and performed a more elegant etiquette.

At the end of the main hall behind, a stone door turned over.

The little painter was about to leave.

"Jing Le, Bai Sisi is still waiting for you to take her to the art exhibition!"

This was the first time Lu Wen called out the little artist's name.

The name was his own.

Jing Le paused for a moment with his back turned to the figures of the crowd, then turned around and glanced at Lu Wen.

Very clear blue eyes.

In a daze, Lu Wen felt as if he had seen that familiar street painter again.

"That's my favorite painting, you... help me take her to see it."

Very soft voice.

After finishing speaking, the little painter turned around, this time without looking back, and walked into the stone gate.

...

No man's land.

In an abandoned city.

The battle between the two snipers was over.

A shot echoed in the empty street.

Vasily dragged his burst leg, gritted his teeth, and crawled into a certain corridor bit by bit.

He is disgraced now.

The gun in his hand was knocked down by No. 9 in a certain confrontation.

Then there is no chance to pick it up again.

"Vassily, you have lost the qualification to resist. You are destined to die here today. This is a big stain in your life."

He sat slumped by the corridor, still talking to himself.

Number Nine had been teasing him.

From the very beginning, his resistance was futile.

every time.

He thought he had found No. 9's hiding place, but in the end he only made himself more embarrassed.

Number Nine seems to not exist at all, and it seems to be everywhere.

He is the ghost of the city.

Watching where you can't see, harvesting life bit by bit.

again and again.

Vasily gave up resistance.

Like a wild dog in distress, he fled around the city, just looking for a glimmer of life.

Thinking about it now, it's really ridiculous.

"After being a hunter for so many years, how does it feel to become a prey today?"

A voice suddenly sounded from outside the street.

Followed by footsteps from far to near.

"No. 9, I failed, but I just missed the opportunity. If I do it all over again, I won't make such a low-level mistake again."

"Yes, but those androids you hunted down don't have a chance to do it again, but you do."

Lu Wen stood at the entrance of the dilapidated corridor.

The sun hit him, and the shadow swayed gently among the gravel and gravel in the corridor.

"The next time I meet you, I will take off your head with my own hands, and send it to the Sixth District Executive Bureau, and ask them to hang it at the gate as a warning."

"I will pass this sentence on to your new body."

Vasily, the fourth generation of Core Red, also has data backup.

Although he failed miserably this time, all the equipment was left in no man's land.

But the wealth accumulated over the years is enough for him to have a new body and buy all the equipment he needs again.

"You are welcome to come to No Man's Land to find me at any time. I am curious that your money is enough for you to resurrect several times."

Lu Wen smiled lightly, raised his hand and shot this guy.

...

Mowu City.

It is already evening.

The members of the executive board returned to the city.

The little painter didn't lie to them, it did explode in the end, and the monster factory, as well as countless rotting corpses, were buried under the endless sand.

Never saw the light of day again.

"Lu Wen returned victoriously, and pulled out No. 0's monster factory outside Mowu City!"

This title is relatively pertinent.

But Lu Wen's fans were completely overwhelmed.

Many passers-by also expressed their gratitude to Lu Wen, and from now on, they don't have to worry about monsters appearing every day.

The supporters of Vasily, the fourth generation of Core Red, are not very happy.

So they also started to create topics, somehow they have a sense of presence.

"Vassily is still hunting No. 9 in no man's land, and he will definitely return with No. 9's head!"

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Good night, fellow readers!

The first update added for the Glory Lord.