Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

The next morning, before it was fully light.

Inside the hall, the transport planes on the tarmac had already begun to warm up.

When Zhang Zhao arrived, Gu and Haizhao were already standing next to the cabin.

Both of them were wearing well-tailored suits.

The bee doctor leaned halfway out of the cockpit, his gaze sweeping over the three of them, and his expression visibly stiffened.

"No... is this all there is to you three?" He gestured towards the three men with his chin. "No guns?"

Gu opened the hatch, bent down and crawled inside, saying casually, "I brought it."

"Did you bring it?"

"Have you brought everything you were supposed to?"

The bee doctor looked at the monstrous claw.

Hawthorn shrugged and followed him into the cabin.

The bee doctor's gaze finally settled on Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao stood at the cabin door, shrugged, and had a slight smile on his lips.

"...Alright, you guys are definitely hiding something." The bee doctor muttered, turning back and closing the cockpit door.

"Never mind, as long as I don't die when I get there, that's all that matters."

Luna and Butterfly stood at the edge of the helipad, the morning breeze making their clothes flutter.

"Takeoff!" the bee doctor yelled from the cockpit.

The helicopter suddenly lifted off and flew southeast.

......

At the same moment, inside the administration building of Dam Zero, a figure walked through the corridor.

The Hafk soldiers passing by would instinctively slow their pace.

"H-42!"

At the end of the corridor, a figure turned the corner and stopped in front of Wuming.

The person who arrived was wearing a standard dark gray uniform from Hafk, with three silver stripes on his epaulets, indicating that he was of a high rank.

He held a tablet in his hand and nodded slightly to Wuming.

"Headquarters just issued an order; your mission has changed."

Wuming stopped and glanced at the other person's face without saying a word.

Without waiting for his response, the person flipped the tablet over.

The screen displays a newly updated task briefing, with the priority highlighted in red in the title bar.

"The Babel Tower press conference starts tomorrow, and security will be raised to the highest level! You have been reassigned as one of the chief security officers for the event."

Wuming stood still, his gaze fixed on the screen.

Tower of Babel!

The moment the sound entered my ears, a wave of fear washed over me.

"What about Dam Zero?"

"Someone will come and take over." The man put away his tablet, his tone indifferent.

"Just head straight to the Tower of Babel now. The helicopter is already waiting for you on the helipad."

Wuming didn't ask any more questions and turned to walk towards the tarmac.

The morning light slanted in through the window at the end of the corridor, casting a long shadow on him.

Tower of Babel!

He can still draw the layout of every corridor on every floor of that building with his eyes closed!

He punched which wall, scratched which corner with his fingernails, counted which door led to the interrogation room, and which staircase corner was out of the surveillance camera's view.

He even remembered being pinned to the ground and beaten until his face was covered in blood by a group of people in the toilet next to the interrogation room.

At that time, he had just been sold to Hafk by his father!

That's right, it's for sale!

As everyone knows, his father died in an attack by Asara's army, and he was found by Hafk after three years on the run, and then joined Hafk!

The truth is, he had long been sold to Hafk by his own father—for money and power.

He still vividly remembers the day he fled!

The car he and his father were traveling in was attacked at the Asara border; the car overturned and plunged into a ditch.

Neither of them suffered serious injuries, but the father was trapped in the deformed driver's seat and couldn't break free.

He intended to use a knife to cut the seatbelt for him, but the old bastard thought he was going to kill him.

He screamed in terror, shouting incoherently.

"I know you've been suffering in the Tower of Babel... You've read a lot of documents about the brain-computer interface project!"

At that moment, Wuming's movements suddenly stopped.

So you knew all the suffering I endured!

At that moment, something inside him completely broke off.

He withdrew his hand, turned around, climbed out of the overturned carriage, and walked away without looking back.

Those three years in hiding were probably the happiest time of Wuming's life!

At that time, he was not Elie de Monbel, nor H-1000 or H-42; he was simply himself.

Thinking of this, Wuming looked down at the silencing device on his left arm.

That's when I made this myself.

I originally thought I could rely on this to better evade Hafk.

Who knew that one day, a package would be delivered to your door!

There was no sender, no sender address, but he recognized the contents of the package!

His dead father's ring!

This isn't a package; it's a warning!

We've found you!

He felt a chill run down his spine and realized that the things inside his head were still connected to Skynet!

Hafk is not unable to find himself, only unwilling to do so!

From that day on, a thought was planted in his mind: he had to pull this damn thing out!

But who can we turn to?

Aside from the Hafk, it seems only the GTI has this capability.

But GTI won't help him for no reason; he also needs to do some research on GTI.

So he temporarily returned to Hafk.

While thinking about these things, Wuming had already boarded the helicopter.

Outside the porthole, the outline of Dam Zero was receding into the distance.

Whenever the nameless man thought of the Tower of Babel, a certain figure would inevitably come to mind.

That was when he first entered the Tower of Babel.

At that time, he was just a boy who had been sold by his father. He was thin, silent, and dared not look up.

When he was being humiliated by a group of people pinning him to the ground in the toilet, it was that person who pushed open the door and knocked them all down with a few punches and kicks.

The man held out his hand and offered me a scalpel.

"If you don't want to create nightmares for yourself, then become someone else's nightmare!"

That person was H-42 back then!

H-42 has never been a fixed designation!

Just like himself, he was initially H-1000—because he was the 1000th test subject.

He later became H-42 because Dr. Martin's favorite number was 42, and this designation was only given to the strongest test subjects.

But he received his H-42 from that person.

That person became H-1000.

Wuming never wanted this position.

In his heart, that person has always been his elder brother.

During those dark and hopeless years, it was that person who stood in front of him, and the two of them ate together, trained together, and planned their escape together.

Those days were the only light in his painful memories!

But Dr. Martin insisted on turning off this light too!

He sowed suspicion between the two, set a trap, and turned a misunderstanding into an enemy!

Now, he's an H-42, while that guy is an H-1000!

They are no longer brothers!

If they meet again, that person probably won't say a word—he'll just draw his sword!