[‘Important time node changes’]

[Next, you got the chance to participate (‘No one is keeping you warm on winter nights’, the third level of the Great Wall of Despair branch),

('Eternal Day and White Night' Level 3 Border Singularity Event),

('Winter Dragon and Lakeside Poet' fourth-level world time poem) Qualification.]

[The phased mission ‘Eliminating the head of Les Onton’s Detroit area’ has been completed]

[Next, the game enters the final stage]

Su Wen turned off the prompt.

He heard the cheers of the gun-wielding thugs around him:

"Rhine!"

"Rhine!"

"Rhine!"

For these low-level gang members, a senior leader of a giant cyber oligarchic enterprise may be someone they will never be able to contact until the day they die on the streets of Detroit.

But now.

That disgusting figure has been crushed to the ground by the tires of the racing car like a puddle of mud.

This feeling is unimaginable to these Detroit natives.

But Su Wen did not feel inflated because of this.

On the contrary.

He raised his hand.

Suppressed all the cheers.

Then he smiled and said:

"Now, together we have completed the liquidation of Les Anton.

This is the credit of everyone.

But in the future, I hope there are still people who can remember this night:

Burn yourself and work hard, because some things are far more important than life."

He didn't think all the thugs present would agree with what he said.

But as long as one person remembers.

So.

The glimmer of civilization will continue to be passed on.

[Obtain origin knowledge fragments: Night Watch—Civilization Watch]

Little did I know.

These words were also faithfully recorded by reporters in Detroit who were mixed in with the crowd.

Then.

It caused a huge sensation around the world.

【Because of the remarks you left】

[City of Chaos—Detroit (future time): Crisis of the Intellectual Association—Supreme Agreement, Crisis of the Intellectual Association—Changes in the ‘Origin of Human Nature’]

Two hours later.

All the remaining Les Onton Trauma Team prosthetics in the building were cleared.

And Frey also came over after dealing with the armed helicopters at the height.

Su Wen handed Jie Aier to the white hound who was standing in the crowd with a sniper rifle on his back.

The middle-aged man with silver hair and scars on his face said hoarsely:

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, we'll see you again later when the bar is chilled."

Said calmly.

The white hound also nodded silently.

In his understanding.

If this friend of Gower, the strange night watchman, were not prepared to demand a deserved reward.

Then it is very likely that he will be interrogated about his previous employment experience at Les Anton.

But Vern O'Neill is not ready to leave.

He witnessed the collapse of Detroit's neon towers in chaos.

He also personally executed Andrew Brady.

The white hound has no regrets.

The other side.

Su Wen didn't care what Fern was thinking.

He has fulfilled his promise.

During this period, I followed Caroline’s tips.

We have collected all kinds of Les Angton’s most sophisticated technological products.

Fill the upgraded storage box until there is no gap before stopping.

Likewise.

The tens of thousands of followers who poured into the building also gained a lot of ‘valuable stuff’.

Even if those things are sold on the black market.

It is enough for these people to drink in the bar every day until they are drunk, and so on, for a month.

After the final finishing stage.

Su Wen said to them calmly:

"I still have some work to do here. If you're done cleaning, please leave first.

This building will soon be completely lost in Detroit."

Hear this sentence.

No one else has any intention of wasting their lives here.

They all left with large and small bags satisfied.

After everyone has evacuated.

Su Wen stood on the roof of the Les Angton Building, looking at the sea willows washing up on the Atlantic coast with the reflected neon light.

He dialed the number he reserved before:

"President York, do you agree with the 'business' mentioned earlier?"

"Fars doesn't do loss-making business, but if it's Les Angton's information, I think it's probably a sure-fire business."

Old York's voice was more businesslike than his previous critical attitude:

"Mr. Night Watchman, what you want has arrived at the predetermined location."

"A pleasure to work with."

Su Wen looked at the black fighter jets coming through the clouds in the sky.

He turned around gracefully.

Back to the car with its dark, streamlined and cold appearance.

Later.

The No. 25 driver took hold of the steering wheel.

Step on the accelerator.

Buzz~!!

The racing car sped away.

At the same time.

In front of all those who participated in the Les Anton Revolution.

On the top floor of the Neon Building.

A dark blue stream of light streaked across the night sky.
To be continued...