Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The mental force field suddenly twisted, and his figure disappeared in the next second. The bullet penetrated the afterimage and shattered the ruins behind him.

On the high tower, smoke was still coming out of Lin Ci'an's gun muzzle.

His fingers were eerily steady, and the rhythm of pulling the trigger was as precise as a mechanical procedure, but his eyes were red.

——A tear fell on the sniper scope.

A stream of golden data flashed wildly in the depths of his pupils, as if some program was suppressing his instincts.

But his eyelashes trembled violently, and tears rolled silently down his cheeks, gathered at his jaw, and finally fell into the wind.

(Chu... Ziyu...)

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. However, Chu Ziyu saw the shape of his mouth clearly.

--"run."

Chu Ziyu's heart skipped a beat.

(Tmd.)

(Rounding it off, we've already gotten married, so what else can we do?)

Dodging the countless bullets shot by Lin Ci'an, Chu Ziyu jumped around on the battlefield as nimbly as a dog.

When Chu Ziyu's boots crushed the remains of the last bionic soldier, the battlefield was filled with the smell of burnt metal.

The battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The tower's army retreated so quickly, as if they had deliberately left space.

Then--

“Snap, snap, snap.”

Slow applause came from the smoke.

Lin Ci'an's attack also stopped.

A man in the uniform of a senior tower officer walked out slowly, his long silver-gray hair neatly tied up, and his gold-plated monocle reflecting a cold light.

He wore the badge of the Tower Science Department on his chest, and had a confident smile on his face.

“Wonderful, truly wonderful.”

His voice was gentle, almost elegant. "You are worthy of being the most perfect S-class sentinel in the tower."

Chu Ziyu's silver wolf spirit instantly entered combat mode, baring its sharp white fangs.

"take it easy."

The officer raised his hands to indicate he was unarmed. "I'm here to deliver a message."

"Meet me, I'm Bai Yu, the head of the Tower's Mind Control Department."

Chu Ziyu's pupils shrank slightly.

(Palmi scabra…)

(The Tower's "Hypnotist.")

Rumor has it that this man can rewrite a person's memory with a single sentence and destroy the will of an army with a single melody.

Bai Yu smiled.

"First, let me briefly summarize... Commander Lin's true situation."

"Project P-Pavlov-07... a five-year subconscious implant..."

“Adding memory modifiers to your daily diet…”

"Key command triggers the scale...F-sharp mixing pulse..."

6872 suddenly interrupted: "Wow~ Isn't this the legendary murder background music!?"

"Three days ago... the activation sequence should have been played inside the base... The commander's mental picture will gradually collapse... and then..."

Chu Ziyu's mental force field suddenly erupted, and the dark golden energy pressed against Bai Yu's throat like a blade.

He didn't care and even snapped his fingers.

"The true consciousness will be completely imprisoned in the mind, and the 'program' will begin to completely take over the body."

"Finally the perfect weapon for the Tower."

Bai Yu adjusted his cuffs elegantly: "The tower sent me here to give you a choice."

"Join us, and Commander Lin's consciousness will be preserved. And his most perfect replica, No. 07843, will also be yours."

"or……"

His eyes lit up slightly. “You can watch him being devoured by the program bit by bit.”

Chu Ziyu suddenly laughed.

"Only a fool would believe your nonsense."

He raised his hand, and the silver wolf spirit instantly pounced towards Bai Yu - but just as it was about to tear the opponent to pieces, it was bounced back by a gilded barrier.

“Oh, what a pity.”

"It seems you have chosen the most painful path."

His voice suddenly became unusually clear, and the corners of his mouth raised strangely - "For the glory of the tower."

This sentence was not Bai Yu's voice.

Chu Ziyu retreated suddenly, but it was too late.

His head exploded like a firework.

The sound stopped suddenly.

The headless body of the fake Bai Yu slowly fell to the ground, with the remains of a micro-bomb exposed at the back of its neck.

6872 muttered quietly, "Is it popular for villains to use self-destructive PPT presentations these days..."

Chu Ziyu stood there, his knuckles clenched until they turned white.

From the high tower of the distant base, the shrill wail of a black cat could be faintly heard.

Another bullet shot over and cut Chu Ziyu's neck.

Chu Ziyu stood on the battlefield, looking at Lin Ci'an on the high tower.

His commander held a sniper rifle, his eyes were empty, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"boom!"

Another bullet grazed Chu Ziyu's temple. He suddenly turned sideways, but was gradually approaching Lin Ci'an's position.

Chu Ziyu's figure flashed in the rain of bullets, and every step he took was precisely in the blind spot of Lin Ci'an's shooting.

Dark golden mental power condensed into stairs under his feet, and he stepped through the void and headed straight for the tower.

"Xiao An."

His voice was mixed with the smell of blood, and it broke into a hoarse sigh in the wind, "You taught me—"

When the third bullet tore through his waist, Chu Ziyu had already jumped onto the eaves of the tower.

The blood droplets hovered in the air, reflecting Lin Ci'an's suddenly contracted pupils.