Detroit: Get poorer.

However, Marcus didn't think so. He waved his hand directly to signal an attack, and then rushed out in the lead, kicking over the human soldier holding the shield.

The human in the lead also gave a signal to fight back, and all the human soldiers with guns fired.

The scene was very chaotic, because most of the bionics awakened by Marcus were home-use and did not have an attack system. They just obediently rushed up and then fell down after being hit.

My field of vision suddenly widened, the bionics in front were still falling down, but none of the bionics backed up, yes, no one, I was a little moved to see these simple bionics shouting slogans and rushing forward Sacrifice for ideals.

I moved slowly to the side, trying to get away from the carnage, and no one noticed in the chaotic shootout.

Finally, I moved to the side of a shopping mall, and I leaned against the wall with lingering fear.

"Boom" is the sound of a bullet shooting/into the flesh/body.

I was shot.

It was almost difficult to look down at the chest. The black skirt could not see where the wound was, but he could feel the blood flowing out "poorly", and the vitality was draining rapidly. Damn it, it might have hit an artery.

I tremblingly raised my hand to press the emergency button on the glasses.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" A soldier-looking human approached me cautiously with a gun in his hand, and continued to shoot.

I don't know if he saw my red blood, but pools of blood did form around me very quickly. He cursed secretly, and then left as if he was running away.

I really couldn't lift my hands now, the two bullets directly crippled my hands, I knelt on the ground, blood dripped down my weakly hanging arms.

It seemed that there was a near-death phenomenon, and I felt that many strange pictures appeared in my mind.

I buy Marcus.

I unpack Marcus.

I replace the outlier parts for Marcus.

I ask Marcus to sneak into the lab.

I was hugged by Marcus and jumped off the TV station.

I eye-to-eye with Marcus, who shattered the kitchen glass.

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Actually, I haven't experienced any of these...

But does it matter?Probably, I am not the main character.I hung my head, the massive loss of blood made me feel dazed, and I even had a pleasure/sense that was enough to cover up the severe pain, anyway, I was going to die soon.

It seemed that the last drop of blood in my consciousness also flowed out of my body, and it slid out of my body along with my soul.

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The author has something to say: I changed the outline a few times before and after writing this article... Then I found that it had let go by itself, and the stupid author couldn't catch it anymore.So, let the male protagonist make a lunch (???) There may be a major repair (Wang Tian), and the little angels will make an appointment for the next article and see you MUA~