life copy game

"Chief!"

The young agent drove the speeding open-top off-road vehicle through the dark alleys and along the bumpy road in a violent sway.

Behind this off-road vehicle was a huge and towering black Hell Apostle mecha.

At this moment, this mecha is like an eagle with broken wings, constantly swinging in the air. On top of this mecha, a man in black holding a huge metal chain hammer is stepping on the back of the mecha, waving the chain. The hammer kept hitting the joints of the entire mecha.

The howling wind in the dark night blew across the man's face, violently shaking the damaged mecha downwards rapidly.

The mecha struggled to use the anti-aircraft gun on its back to attack the man, but in the next second, the chain hammer in the man's hand hit the gun body, and it exploded into several pieces of steel in the darkness.

With the continuous attacks of the chain hammer, the entire mecha became increasingly lack of control.

In the end, the mech pilot seized the opportunity, raised the plasma main cannon in his hand, turned his back, and aimed at the man in black who was stepping on his back.

But the man in black seems to have expected this step long ago. He threw out the chain hammer in his hand, and the golden iron chain wrapped around the muzzle of the mech like a huge shackle, and then the man in black slammed down. one jump.

The straight chain pulled the muzzle sprayed with flames and pointed it at the back of the mecha.

boom--

Accompanied by a loud roar, the huge mech exploded into a bright flame in the sky, and the body of the man in black came through the flame, and the long chain hammer followed his falling figure in the flames. swing.

boom-

The man in black smashed the hammer on the ground, put away the hammer, and jumped onto the off-road vehicle that was still driving in front of him.

"Chief!"

The young agent took a look at the man in black, whose clothes were mostly destroyed and covered with orange-colored bloodstains. He gripped the steering wheel excitedly and said, "You are so handsome!!!"

"Handsome?"

Director Gast coughed, "It's a trade for my life,"

He looked back at the night sky behind him where the flames had not yet burned out, "That's two. If one more comes, we will both die here."

"what?"

The young detective's expression softened.

"Is the signal restored?"

Gaster turned to look at the car screen and asked in a low voice.

"No, they don't know what signal jammer they used, the range is too large."

The young agent shook his head.

"I'm afraid it's military style,"

Gaster frowned, "And there's more than one."

He glanced ahead, looking across the dilapidated roads and dilapidated buildings that were almost like shacks. "It looks like we are almost reaching the Sea of ​​Storms. They are deliberately driving us towards the seaside."

"Director, they are trying to push us to a dead end!"

The road in front of the young agent, accompanied by the violent ups and downs of the vehicle, said a little angrily, "United Industries, they colluded with a cult and attacked us. Are they really not afraid of the investigation by our Federal Central Committee? These people have reached this point of lawlessness. ?"

"Silly boy,"

Gast lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said silently, "We were not killed by United Industries."

"what?"

The young detective was taken aback by this answer, and he said subconsciously, "Although they are blocking our signal now, haven't you been prepared, Director, you have sent the distress message and the specific situation just now, we If he dies here tonight, everyone will know that United Industries colluded with the cult to do it."

"How can you be sure that those messages were sent by me?"

Gaster looked back at him.

"I clearly saw that you sent it yourself..."

In the middle of speaking, his words suddenly stopped.

He realized what Gaster meant.

If they die here tonight, no one can prove that those distress messages were sent by Gaster.

"After tonight, the news can be that the Eternal Secret Cult used electronic technology to crack my mailbox and deliberately sow discord between United Industries and the FBI.

"It could also be that an undercover agent of the Eternal Secret infiltrated the FBI and secretly defrauded my trust and used my electronic devices after my death, for example,"

Gast looked back at the young detective, "If you are lucky enough to survive tonight, then you may be the 'insider' who cheated my trust, and then in the fierce confrontation between the United Industries and the Eternal Esoteric Cult, you were killed by the United Industries. Industrial 'kill'."

As he uttered possible hypotheses sentence by sentence, the young detective gradually became quiet. His back was a little stiff, as if he felt some kind of bone-chilling chill.

In this era where videos can be faked through artificial intelligence, nothing may be 'real'.

After tonight, the United Industries and the Eternal Esoteric Cult have completely controlled the city, and what the 'truth' is is actually not that important anymore.

"But, but,"

The young agent said slowly, "There are no fools at the headquarters..."

"Headquarters is certainly not a fool,"

Gaster held his cigarette in his mouth and sighed,

"They will definitely send people to Winter City to investigate, and they can even guess the truth,"

He let out a puff of smoke, "But, boy, the FBI is not a personified individual, but a whole composed of countless people. There are people who are against the United Industries, and there are naturally people who support the United Industries , don’t forget who is behind United Industries.”

"Rockville..."

The young agent subconsciously answered, "Those are the top ten largest consortiums in the Federation..."

"Their procedures must be reasonable and compliant, but the same procedure, in the hands of different people, can even produce completely opposite results,"

Gast took a puff on his cigarette, stood up, patted the young agent on the shoulder, and looked around with a higher vision, "When they made this step, there is a high probability that they will be ready for the next step." Prepare."

"Then they are not afraid of anything?"

The young detective stared at the potholed ground ahead and whispered, "We're all going to die here?"

"If they were really not afraid of anything, they wouldn't continue to block our signals,"

Gast smiled, and continued to look around carefully.

The young agent was stunned, and then he immediately reacted, "As long as we can prove that we are 'us', United Industries is indeed besieging us. They can blur the facts without clear evidence, but they cannot distort the facts that have been proven.

"They are still afraid of the Federal Center, and they don't actually have that strong advantage,"

He thought quickly and said, "Director, as long as we can escape, continue to report specific information, submit identity information, and form a complete logical chain, United Industries will definitely be questioned and investigated by the Federal Center. Then they will definitely pay a heavy price!"

As he spoke, his voice became quieter.

He first talked about why United Industries was not afraid of the FBI headquarters. He hoped that the threat from the FBI headquarters would make United Industries avoid hunting them down so that they could survive.

As a result, the result of the current analysis is that only if they survive can they truly 'threat' the United Industry and make the United Industry throw a mouse.

"So, we have to survive."

Gast patted him on the shoulder lightly, snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and flicked it into the darkness.

"Director, what's the problem?"

Only then did the young detective notice that Gaster seemed to be observing something.

"It's nothing, it's just too quiet."

Gaster looked up to the sky and tightened the chain in his hand.

The attacks from United Industries and the Eternal Esoteric Church were very intensive before, but since he destroyed the mech just now, these attacks seem to have quieted down.

And at this moment, a huge shadow slowly emerged from the end of his field of vision.

"how old are you."

Gast lowered his head, took out a cigarette again and lit it.

"27, Director."

The young agent was still watching the road ahead intently.

"Married?"

Gaster sat back in the passenger's chair.

"Not yet," the young detective replied, "I met a girl online before and we had a good chat. We are getting ready to meet."

As he spoke, he sighed softly.

"parking."

Gast said suddenly.

The young agent suddenly stepped on the brakes, then raised his head and looked at Gaster in confusion.

"Turn around,"

Gaster opened the passenger door and got out of the car. "Go back and step on the accelerator. If you can escape, find a place to throw the car away. If there is chaos later, just blend in with the crowd." Just run forward and no matter what happens, don’t look back.”

"What's the matter, Chief?"

The young detective looked at Gast with some doubts.

"Do as I say, that's an order."

Gaster said with a cold expression.

"Yes!"

The young agent was a little confused, but he still followed Gast's order and turned the car around.

And Gast put away the chain hammer, stopped in the middle of the street, and looked up at the sky.

A huge shadow slowly flew over the heads of the two people, covering the stars, tall buildings, and roads.

"That is···"

The young detective raised his head, looked in shock at the huge shadow that stretched for [-] meters above his head, covering the sky and the sun, and slowly opened his mouth.

The last time he saw this thing was in a textbook.

This is something that should never be seen in the city.

"B-class combat unit, aerial behemoth,"

Gast, smoking a cigarette, looked up at the huge shadow, and said calmly.

Then he turned around and glanced back at the young detective, the driver's seat was already beside him after the vehicle turned around.

He stretched out his hand, verified the vehicle permissions, then raised the rear half of the off-road vehicle with one hand, and controlled the vehicle screen with the other hand, turning the switch to the maximum.

In a blink of an eye, the suspended rear wheels of the off-road vehicle quickly rotated, blowing up a small amount of wind.

"Run! Boy!!"

Then he let go of the hand that lifted the SUV amid the shocked expression on the young agent's face.

boom--

The landed off-road vehicle sprang out like a shell.

The young detective looks at the scene behind him through the rearview mirror.

Countless small drones slid down from the giant ship in the sky, and like overwhelming dark clouds, they swept towards the man in black standing in the middle of the street.

Micro-cannonballs swallowing flames poured down from the sky like dense rainstorms.

The golden metal chain with a shuttle-shaped metal hammer was suddenly lifted up, and with the roaring wind, all the cannonballs were shattered.

Burning flames lit up the shadowed sky.

"Gaster, we can work together."

A cold and old voice came from a drone at the top, "You know very well that you can't resist a battle formation of space behemoths. Death or cooperation is your choice."

"Cooperation?"

Gaster's figure rushed out of the blazing flames. He bit the butt of the burning cigarette in his mouth, looked up at the giant shadow above his head with a smile, "Do you want to cooperate with me, or do you want to cooperate with Wen?" Cooperate with the FBI director of the city?”

"Of course it's you, Director of the Winter City FBI."

The voice in the drone said condescendingly and calmly.

"If it's me, we still have room for negotiation,"

Gaster laughed.

The drone in the sky stopped suddenly.

"Unfortunately, if it is the director of the FBI in Winter City, we probably have no room for negotiation,"

He was holding the chain, and his voice was unusually calm, "I don't know what the guy who might sit in this position thinks in the future, but as long as I am still the director for a day, the FBI in Winter City will never fight with cultists and empty sky Cooperate with bastards who drive monsters into the city."

The flying chain hammer instantly penetrated the highest drone.

The golden chains collided with the streamer-like cannonballs and drones, and the brilliance bloomed in the sky.

"Destroy the followers of the evil god and the wanton bastards."

Gaster calmly took back the hammer, "This is my responsibility."

"a slow-witted fool,"

A cold curse came from the drone, "In that case, you can just lie down in your grave in peace."

Countless drones swarmed out of the sky again, followed closely by densely packed Dragoon fighter planes.

Countless artillery fire and brilliance sprayed on Gast's body from all directions.

He was able to block most of the cannonballs by wielding the chain hammer at first, and even used the chain hammer to jump onto the Dragoon and shoot down a Dragoon fighter plane.

But as the artillery fire became more and more intensive, and drones equipped with small laser cannons appeared, there were more and more scars on his body.

The black clothes were completely turned into tattered strips of cloth, the exposed flesh was covered with dense scars, and blood was falling in the air like raindrops.

Until the end, he stood on top of the steel wreckage that had almost formed a hill, staring at the huge shadow in the sky, and spit out the long-burned cigarette butt he had been holding in his mouth.

The body covered with scars lifted the hammer again.

At this moment, a stream of light flashed behind him, the sharp blade cut his back instantly, and the splashed blood gushed out like spring water.

A mecha with blue paint appeared behind him.

The mecha seems to have been hiding nearby, waiting for its moment.

Just at the moment Gast's body was about to fall to the ground, the mech raised the giant sword again, trying to split him in two.

boom--

At this moment, a speeding off-road vehicle rushed up the hill of debris and hit the giant sword in the sky.

The off-road vehicle was split in two by the giant sword, and it exploded violently, but it still briefly affected the giant sword's attack.

A young man wearing an FBI uniform rushed out from behind the off-road vehicle, stood beside Gast who had fallen to the ground, and aimed at the drones in the sky, shooting with a submachine gun.

"What the hell,"

Gaster glanced at the young man and said, "You brat, didn't I tell you to run away?"

"Director, we can't run away."

The young man smiled, looked at the mecha in the sky, and continued to pull the trigger.

The bullets from the submachine gun hit the drone's armor, leaving only shallow marks.

At this time, the blue-painted mecha had raised its pitch-black sword again.

The huge blade swept the cheeks of the two with the breeze of death.

boom--

The blade finally stopped in front of them, and a huge white sword protruding from behind the two of them supported the black blade.

Immediately afterwards, before the blue-painted mecha could react, the owner of the white giant sword suddenly pushed the black giant sword away, took a step forward, and with a bright flowing light on the white sword edge, the blue-painted mecha was painted with one sword. The mecha split into two.

boom--

Accompanied by the roaring flames of the explosion, the towering white mecha stood in front of the two people like a majestic god. The pure white giant sword passed through the blazing flames, with scattered firelight, and split open the pitch-black sky. Man-machine swarm.

Like a burning flame splitting the shadowed sky.

This month I will basically have about [-] words, so be diligent (be sure) and ask for a vote at the end of the month.