Chapter 1 The Start

After killing this special forces member, Fang Senyan's sin value soared, but the victim only dropped one accessory: a nameplate hanging around his neck with the word "Unidentified" on it, which greatly disappointed Fang Senyan. It is worth mentioning that the title process of Friend of Sin was also activated, showing 5/50. Apparently, killing a Delta Force special forces member was equivalent to killing five ordinary police officers!

Next, he did a cursory search of the entire carriage interior. He didn't find the black, high-powered gun, but he did find several ordinary police guns and over a hundred bullets. Fang Senyan collected these guns and bullets, threw them into a large travel bag he conveniently picked up, and quickly got out of the car and left.

The sound of gunfire in the distance became more and more rapid, like a fierce argument between the Grim Reaper and God. In a short period, Fang Senyan had seen at least two ambulances speeding away, fully loaded with wounded. Obviously, the Los Angeles police were not gaining any advantage in the shootout with the Terminator.

However, Fang Senyan did not rush towards the dense gunfire. Instead, he carefully observed the surrounding environment, then put on the mask he had prepared earlier and lifted the nearby manhole cover. An indescribable stench rushed towards him. Fang Senyan frowned slightly but climbed down without hesitation.

The light in the sewer was weak and dirty, and foul-smelling black water flowed in the trenches, occasionally accompanied by thick clouds of smoke. Fang Senyan squinted his eyes to discern the direction and walked forward for a distance. Then, he found a small dark room where sanitation workers stored their tools and crawled inside. Ignoring the dirt, he sat on the ground and remained motionless.

What was he doing?

Time passed, and Fang Senyan sat on the ground as if in a trance. His breathing was drawn out very slowly but evenly and powerfully. Each breath was like a steady, fierce, and precise punch. In this dark, dirty, and airtight environment, Fang Senyan felt that his heart was like a fallen leaf slowly sinking into water, calm, long, and with a sense of peaceful darkness. At this moment, he could hear the light swimming of mosquito larvae in the outside sewer, the vibration of fly wings, and the splitting of water droplets into several petals when they splashed on the ground, slowly soaking into the damp soil... Then, there was vibration.

Clear, rhythmic vibration.

Fang Senyan opened his eyes and withdrew from that strange state. His physical strength, mental strength, and will had reached their peak. Even the abrasion he suffered earlier from being shot head-on by the special forces member had stopped bleeding, scabbed over, and fallen off, leaving his skin intact. Although he could not reach the point where he had a thorough understanding of the surrounding environment, Fang Senyan could still clearly feel:

"It's coming."

Yes, under Fang Senyan's arrangement, how could the Terminator T-750, a sophisticated machine from the future, not come? For a Terminator whose existence is for the sake of killing, anything that helps with killing is its food/its beauty/its money/its desire!

In this residential area, this Terminator, who is good at long-range attacks, can use its built-in light weapon search beacon to search for weapons within two hundred meters, but these weapons are scattered in the vast residential area. Whether it is collecting or using them, it is quite inconvenient. Therefore, this Terminator has to constantly change its position to obtain enough ammunition. And at this moment, suddenly five or six police pistols and hundreds of bullets are piled together and appear on its detector! Then, this Terminator will inevitably rush over at the highest speed and in the fastest way.

Just like a wolf that smells the scent of sheep,

Just like a fish that sees bait...

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Fang Senyan's lips. He sighed. In the moment he sighed, the iron door of the sewer utility room was kicked open. Amidst the dust, the twisted and rusted iron door rotated and crashed into the wall behind it, making a loud "bang" before bouncing and falling to the ground.

The Terminator T-750 appeared at the door. In the dim light, it looked very embarrassed: most of the artificial skin on its body had been knocked off, scattered in pieces on the surface, revealing the frightening alloy steel skeleton inside. The artificial eyeball in the left eye socket had also been blown out, and the artificial tissue fluid inside had also drained. It was hanging there, swaying, while the right eye socket was a black deep hole, and the electronic eye inside emitted a soul-stirring red light, which could not help but give people a creepy illusion.

Fang Senyan cast his gaze on the metal skeleton surface of this T-750. He indeed saw a layer of gray film that was easily overlooked. This thing should be the point-to-point "Defender" artificial skin. At least in this world, this thing is also the nightmare of all shooters. The T-750's walking posture was a bit crooked. It could be clearly seen that the artificial skin at its left knee joint was completely burnt, revealing a clear and huge wound. This should be the damage from the space-time tunnel, and it was also the main reason why it only had 70% of its strength after entering the world!

The T-750 also looked over, but it was looking at the travel bag beside Fang Senyan. The cold red electronic eye flashed, and its steel wrist was slightly raised. The gun in its hand sprayed a dazzling muzzle flash. Three hot bullets kissed Fang Senyan's eyebrows, throat, and heart, and then the harsh gunshot echoed in this confined and dirty space.

Then it stepped forward, bent over, and the steel fingers flexibly hooked the belt of the backpack and carried it on its shoulder. Then it reached towards Fang Senyan's waist — the location of the M500 large-caliber pistol. According to the database and logic established by the T-750, as long as the bullet successfully hit the upright-walking primate in front of it and directly hit any one of the eyebrows, throat, or heart, then this creature would inevitably lose any resistance, and the probability of surviving after hitting all three places was less than 99%.

So it was defenseless.

Fang Senyan erupted at this moment, a beast-like low roar sounding in his throat, and punched out!

Around Fang Senyan's fist, a clear steel exoskeleton shape emerged. This made his fist appear deformed and huge, and of course, there was also that indestructible oppressive force! Sparks flew everywhere! In a piercing sound of steel collision, this punch accurately hit the T-750's knee wound. The huge force caused the Terminator to stagger backward and hit the dirty gray wall behind it. A large cloud of gray mist was stirred up with a "poof"!

A few wisps of electric sparks emerged from the T-750's left knee joint. Of course, it would not feel pain, nor would it have the fear, panic, or frustration of being ambushed. Instead, it directly drew its gun! Fired!

"Pa pa pa," the gunshots rang out again in this space. The hot bullet passed through the dust-filled air and shot towards Fang Senyan's eyes but was instantly intercepted by a palm and then pinched!

Of course, Fang Senyan could not yet reach the abnormal level of directly capturing the trajectory of bullets with his naked eyes and then grabbing them alive. That would require at least 30 or even 50 points of agility to do. But he could infer the next move of the steel monster in front of him and make a preemptive defense! When the Terminator pulled the trigger, Fang Senyan had already blocked his eyes with his right hand!

Blood overflowed from between his fingers. The Terminator T-750 used a Browning 9mm high-powered pistol produced in Belgium, which was more powerful than the standard pistol of the Los Angeles police. Therefore, it could penetrate the skin and flesh of Fang Senyan's palm, but it was difficult to move forward when it came into contact with the hard phalanx. The steel bullet was twisted and deformed due to the huge impact force, and then stayed in the flesh and blood before being squeezed out by the powerful muscles.

"The bullets in the magazine have been emptied."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Fang Senyan's mouth. He released his palm, and three deformed bullets stained with blood fell into the thick dust on the ground. And the muscles of his legs had tightened, exerting force, stepping on the ground! In the instant he leaped out, Fang Senyan's left fist had already swept out, the huge steel exoskeleton appearing on his fist, heavily bombarding the Terminator's right hand!

With a muffled "boom," clear cracks appeared on the old wall of the hut, and the entire sewer was shaken. But Fang Senyan was not attacking the Terminator T-750's palm, but the pistol it was holding. Under the violent impact of the incomparably hard cobalt steel alloy exoskeleton, the Browning's metal gun body quickly deformed, twisted, cracked, and finally turned into a pancake-shaped metal object.

Such a pistol, of course, completely lost any function - except for using it to hit people. So far, all of Fang Senyan's expected strategic goals have been achieved: injuring the knee joint to make it lose mobility, and destroying the gun to make it lose attack power. And at this time, the distance between the two was very close, within reach!

Despite being in such an unfavorable situation, the Terminator T-750 still made the most accurate counterattack according to the procedure — it used the attacked right hand to protect its chest, but the left hand "swished" and tore open the travel bag it had snatched. It was about to take out the police guns inside to counterattack. Fang Senyan ignored it and punched the Terminator T-750's left knee joint again.

Electric light flashed dazzlingly again in an instant! Fang Senyan kicked hard with his feet, and the Terminator T-750 was immediately kicked off the ground, and its back heavily hit the wall again. The dilapidated wall finally couldn't bear the weight and collapsed with a crash, and the Terminator T-750 fell into the sewer next to it with unabated momentum. After the severely injured metal left leg came into contact with the water, it immediately made a piercing "crackling" sound, and foul-smelling steam kept rising. Blue and white electric light frantically circled around it before slowly dissipating.