At the deepest part of the base, two young people were blocked in the quarantine room. They were a pair of siblings who had just come to the United States from Europe. They were noticed for some reasons, and then they were caught by unidentified people and brought here.[

Originally they were going to be transferred away, but what happened now was unexpected to everyone. For some reason, the heavily guarded guards ran out one after another. After a while of noisy outside, everything returned to peace. There was only a slow footstep coming from far to near. When the person outside walked outside to the isolation room, he stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly, a storm sounded, and the locked door vibrated, and the man turned around and left.

"Guess what's going on?" The younger brother asked his sister a little uneasy. This was a young man with silver hair. His cheerful and optimistic face was wrinkled because of the series of things that happened, and his mind was full of doubts.

"I don't know." The sister with beautiful brown hair and beautiful appearance was even more undecided. She looked at the door and felt something, so she suggested to her younger brother. "Petro, the door seems to be open. Should we go out and take a look?"

So the two siblings walked out carefully, and there was a mess outside, almost scaring them to hide back.

The ground was covered with blood, and the equipment that was originally neatly furnished was tilted by the "corpses" that were thrown on it. The militants who looked like dead were covered with red heads and necks. They looked very wounds on the surface, but after careful observation, they did not endanger their lives--the man outside just knocked them unconscious.

This discovery made the two young men a little better. They finally stayed in a huge concrete coffin full of dead bodies. However, in this way, they found that they had to escape as soon as possible, otherwise, once these suffering guys recovered, they would likely lock themselves back.

"The United States is so dangerous, let's go quickly." The silver-haired Pitro shouted, holding his sister's shoulder and disappeared from the depths of the base in an instant.

When they appeared again, they had already arrived outside the base gate. Now there was no one outside except a few fainting sentries. It seemed that the person had never appeared before, and they had not even seen him.

The sister closed her eyes and sensed for a while, and pointed to the cliff opposite. Pitro and her sister rushed to a height of one hundred feet at a very high speed. There was no one there, and his sister would sense the whereabouts of the person again.

Originally they could have left by themselves. But the brothers and sisters came across the sea with beautiful expectations, but were frightened by the cruel reality. So the "good-hearted person" they had never met became their only hope. Under the guidance of their sister, Silver-haired Pitro continued to follow him all the way, and finally found the kind-hearted person on a remote ridge when he was about to walk out of the Adirondak Mountains.

The gentleman stood alone in front of a huge wireless signal tower, raised his head and looked up at something. The height of this signal tower is about 200 feet and has been treated with anti-corrosion and hot-dip galvanization. He is not afraid of wind, rain and lightning strikes, but the base is covered with moss. Under the action of wind, dust covers its metal surface layer by layer. Occasionally, some grass seeds fall into the soft dust. After the wind blows and sun, the weeds take root and sprout on it and are passed down from generation to generation. I don’t know how long it has passed, but this huge signal tower is still standing strongly and waiting to be discovered one day.

"Sir, is there anything on it?" Pitro and his sister looked up for a while, but found nothing.

"Oh. I'm just remembering its glorious history." The gentleman still stared at the top with concentration, as if he was not surprised to encounter two people in this rarely visited mountain. "This is one of the remains left by the Roosevelt era. In that dark era, in order to provide economic vitality and reduce unemployment, the government provided funds to build useful projects. This huge signal transmission tower is a component of a wireless communication network that travels across the United States and communicates with the two oceans. It and its brothers used to be in every corner of the country. When they were at their busiest time, countless signals were transferred from here every day. They were like naughty tadpoles, and they took a quick walk here and then swam to the next stop. When they reached the hands of those who understood them, they were restored to words or sentences, so that the original purpose was achieved."

"Now, I think it's not going well." Pitro looked at the slippery moss, which had dyed the base a dark green, and unknown vines climbed on it, occasionally producing one or two small red or white flowers.

"That's because it's outdated. New technologies defeated old technologies. These towers were originally planned to be used for more than a hundred years when they were designed, but in just 30 years the development of technology left it to the old era. From the launch of the first communication satellite, their mission came to an end. Soon, these huge wireless towers were abandoned, especially those remote guys, who were actually very strong and durable, but they had fallen to the point where even demolishing and destroying them could not be worth the cost. All this change was so rapid that humans were in their prime when they were thirty years old, and when they just passed their thirty birthday, they were already called waste."

The man said, patting the huge steel structure, and as a faint buzzing of dust was swept away by the wind, the hoarse buzzing sound of metal was heard on the ridge.

"So what's the point of looking at it? Since it has been abandoned and cannot be removed?" Pitro asked in confusion. He thought it was a superb hero who fought against sin, but now he felt that this man seemed to be a knowledgeable scholar.

The corners of the scholar's lips rose slightly, and his smile was very contagious, as if a sunflower was constantly blooming on his face, making the people around him feel warm all over.

“I just found a new use for it.”

***

When Eric found the new toy, Dumm finally solved the big problem. The living metal creature was taken out by Lanse. When it had just left its abdomen, a sharp sound rang out, as if it was afraid of the cold outside and insisted on returning to its warm belly. Dumm shouted and asked Lanse to throw it out. His original intention was to throw it into the sealed solid jar, but the ghost thing seemed to have a certain amount of intelligence. It turned around in the air, bounced its body and landed on the other side of the container.

"Catch it quickly." Dum shouted in enduring the severe pain. The wound on his stomach had not been sewn yet. He was just relying on his tenacious vitality after the mutation. He found the prepared large staple machine and pressed it hard on the wound like a thick book. Every time he pressed it, he would make a muffled groan. After more than twenty times, his belly finally clamped again, wiped off the sweat from his head. Dum couldn't help but feel the urge to applaud his courage and perseverance.

At this time, Lanse had not caught the little thing. It was not that he was slow in movement, but that his opponent was too flexible. It was like a silver house rat or a tiny flying snake, walking through the furniture quickly. No matter how fast Lanse's movement was, it was always slow to hit it.

Soon, Dum's apartment was turned into ruins.

During this period, Dum tried to stop Lanse. Anyway, the danger had been lifted, and he did not intend to stay here. There was no need to make it too confusing. However, Lanse ignored the call of this kind-hearted fellow villager and searched with all his heart, and did not hesitate to destroy anything that blocked him. This was not due to the paranoia in his character, but a strange voice quietly telling the liquid metal life, how dangerous this silver little thing that was very similar to his essence was. It was not that its power just restrained itself like Eric, but that the essence of the two beings was completely the same in some respect. This extreme similarity was the biggest obstacle for him to become a unique and complete life. Lanse believed in the voice in his heart, so he tried to seize it and kill it at all costs.

Dum could not understand the thoughts of this fellow villager. He stared at the madness in the room in amazement, but still thought it was the sequelae of rays. Until the screams outside came, he endured the discomfort and got off the table. Someone was slamming the door desperately. It must be the neighbor downstairs who was angry because of the noise.

Sure enough, the man yelled as soon as Dum opened the door. This was a strong man. His wife was eight months pregnant and was waiting for delivery. Now he was unable to sleep due to the noise from the upstairs. Under his wife's gentle persuasion, the strong man endured for five minutes, but the endless noise made him unable to tolerate it anymore, so he rushed upstairs to have a good chat with Dum.

Although Dum had a bad temper, he was not a casual attack. He finally convinced the other party to agree not to pursue the matter. At this moment, the silver little thing found the opportunity and rushed out of the door that was opened. Lan Se threw a bookcase from behind and chased after him in a mess with dust.

"Enough, Lanser!" Dumm shouted. "Let it go and stop chasing."

The strong man was about to leave, but he heard the loud noise again, so his anger could no longer be suppressed and threatened to call the police.

Dum wanted to persuade him helplessly. As soon as he turned his head, a slender, sharp, bright silver cone stretched out from behind and penetrated deep into the strong man's eyes. His brown and black pupils were pierced, and black liquid poured into the whites of his eyes. As the thin bloodshot flowed down the strong man's twitching cheeks.

Dum opened his mouth and looked at the long cone that had changed from his finger. At its end, Lancer's cold and ruthless face appeared before him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dum roared, and he suddenly felt that he had seen the wrong person.

Lanser did not answer. The little thing had run away. It was too late to track it down. He watched Dum drag the body in, then went downstairs to drive, and slowly walked behind him.
Chapter completed!