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Old Six sang on, his expression complex as he looked at the Hewlett Lily in front of him.

He knew his mother had died, and what stood before him was nothing more than a moving husk, yet the familiar look in her eyes was irresistibly compelling.

For a moment, his desire to let his mother rest wavered, "I clearly remember my mom is dead, so who is this controlling her body now?"

Hopelily looked on bewildered, and as she pondered in confusion, a voice came from beside her.

"Her mom just died, isn't singing this song a bit too hellish?"

Warrior 31 saw a woman with heavy makeup and cat ears jump down from a hover car, taking the child from Old Six's hands.

After she took off her bra and let the baby latch onto it, the blood-soaked infant clenched its fist and gradually quieted down.

Soon, Warrior 31 saw the young girl lift her head and look at him. "Boss, we meet again."

"Who are you again? Are you two watching us?" Hopelily asked with hostility, gazing at her refined face.

"Me? I'm Linda Linda. I'm from the public relations department of Utopia Security." Linda Linda had just finished speaking when suddenly her expression froze, and then her tears involuntarily fell. In just that moment of talking, the baby in her arms no longer had a heartbeat.

Grieving, she carried the child to the side, squatted down, and said, "The child is dead, come on, help me, let's bury the child with her mother."

When a scan showed the child's heart rate was zero, a shadow suddenly fell over everyone present.

Warrior 31 initially did not want to get involved, but after being pulled into it by Hopelily, he finally picked up a tube nearby and started to help dig.

However, as they dug, they unearthed another new child's corpse from the ground.

"Fuck!" Warrior 31, infuriated, threw the makeshift tool in his hand.

"Stop digging! How many more people need to die before you're satisfied? You're turning me into Sun Jack! Look! See how many have died because of Sun Jack!"

Holding the child, Linda Linda said without turning back, "Do you think this child would live long in Metropolis if it grew up? It's just a screw in the Holy Grail's oversaturated market, at most not living past 25, or even sooner. Sun Jack just wanted to end this cycle once and for all, to liberate everyone completely."

"Fuck! Sounds good, doesn't it? Did he succeed? The situation now is worse than when the Holy Grail ruled! Hope! Let's go!" Warrior 31 pulled his girlfriend and jumped directly onto a unicycle motorbike, ready to drive away.

Yet, Linda Linda stood in front of the motorbike, holding the child. "You didn't succeed, which is why you must come back and reverse the current situation! Fulfill your promise! Let Metropolis become the Utopia you envisioned!"

At that moment, Old Six walked over with his hands on his hips, his eyes and nose contorted as he stared at Warrior 31.

"Motherfuck! You've dragged everyone into your damn battle, and then you bail? Either don't start, or don't stop if you start, do you understand? By stopping now, the whole company is going to die."

"I don't care! I couldn't care less about your high-and-mighty ideals and ambitions! I don't care about your deaths either! I only care about myself!"

At these words, Linda Linda and Old Six's eyes widened in disbelief as they looked at each other. They had always treated him as Sun Jack, but now they suddenly realized that the man in front of them was not Sun Jack at all. Sun Jack would never say such things.

Just as he turned the vehicle around, #43 saw that woman with the child standing in front of him again, "Move! Or don't blame me for being rude!" With that, #43 took out his Warrior 31 and aimed it at her head.

"You can go! But leave my mom behind!" Old Six shouted, neck stiff, while Linda Linda came over to intervene.

"Don't worry, if you want to leave, we won't stop you. I just want to return something to you."

As she spoke, Linda Linda handed over what looked like a pair of glasses frames without lenses to #43. "This is your external system. AA has fixed it, and Tapai has implanted a memory activation program in it."

"If you want to go back to the day you were Sun Jack, put this on your head, and plug the data cable into your neural port."

#43 didn't even glance at the object and just turned his vehicle around, revving the engine and speeding off.

As they brushed past each other, Hopelily in the backseat reached out and took the external system.

#44's motorcycle was clearly modified, very fast, and in the blink of an eye, the man and woman were out of sight.

#43, facing the wind and rain, turned his head to look at the object in Hopelily's hands, "Get rid of it fast; that thing might have a tracker."

"No worries, once we enter the wilderness area, the strong nuclear radiation will block all signals. Plus, they don't seem like bad people. Let's keep it for now; it might come in handy." Hopelily said and used the device as a hair clip, tucking it into her hair.

"Don't go soft just because that Cyber Lunatic cries out 'mom' a few times. 'Mama, mama,' chanting 'mom' with their mouth, but surely thinking something dirty inside!" #43 speculated maliciously about Old Six.

"Whether he wants me or not, I can tell just by looking. I can feel that he doesn't have that kind of emotion in his eyes." Hopelily gently leaned her face against #43's back and softly asked, "If what they're saying is true, does that mean everything we've been through in the past is fake?"

"Don't let them distract you, it's all fake!"

"Fuck, you really think these abnormalities can confuse me? Dream on! I know very well who I am! I am #43, not some bullshit Sun Jack! Motherfucking idiots, Sun Jack is the head of the lunatics! Damn, I can't believe so many crazies actually follow him."

#43 then throttled to the max, "Metropolis doesn't need Sun Jack at all. Look how many people have died because of him! If it weren't for him, maybe people in Metropolis would have had a better life!"

No sooner had he spoken than a muffled roar of thunder was heard, and light grey clouds slowly gathered above their heads, and the stench of acid rain began to drip down on them once again.

In their rapid flight, they soon reached the suburbs of Metropolis.

"We've arrived, where are you?" #43 contacted the smuggler he had found on the dark web, a connection he had for some time now, highly praised by other BCPD fugitives.

"Go straight for 500 meters, see a Cicada Graffiti? Enter from the left wing." the hoarse voice of the smuggler came through #43's system.