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Chapter 1062 New Era Shadow

The city after the rainstorm was filled with the smell of rust and damp concrete, and the neon lights were twisted into broken blocks of color in the stagnant water. Zhao Wuji curled up in the attic of an abandoned watch shop, looking at the night sky through the broken skylight - there was a huge holographic projection suspended there, scrolling his wanted poster and the cold speech of Wilson, the director of the Superpower Administration:

“The Awakened are not an evolution, but a threat.”

The old transistor radio was crackling, and intermittent news was broadcast: "...Yesterday's underground pipeline conflict resulted in the death of twelve people, including three Super Management Bureau agents. It is reported that the attacker is Lin Xiaoyu, who has awakened the electromagnetic ability. He has been..."

Zhao Wuji suddenly turned off the radio. The metal shell deformed in his palm, and gears and springs burst out from the cracks, suspended in the air and trembling, like a group of frightened fireflies. Three days have passed, and Lin Xiaoyu's life or death is unknown, and he only has the necklace and a set of vague coordinates in his hand.

"The metal kid." A hoarse voice came from behind.

Zhao Wuji turned around instantly, and the suspended parts pointed towards the source of the sound like arrows - an old man in an oily apron stood in the shadows, with a mechanical prosthetic eye in his right eye, and blue light slowly rotating on his iris.

"Old watchmaker?" Zhao Wuji did not relax his vigilance, and a gear was pressed against the old man's throat.

The old man smiled, revealing his metal-studded teeth. He reached out and pinched the gear, and a stream of data flashed through his artificial eye: "Girl Lin said that you can only bend a spoon at best." He looked at the suspended parts in the room, "It seems that she underestimated you."

The basement is ten times larger than the entire watch shop. Monitors are nailed to the walls, showing surveillance images from all over the world: burning vehicles on the streets of Tokyo, water balls floating above the Berlin Parliament, monks meditating in the slums of Rio. Hundreds of red dots are flashing on the central holographic globe.

"Welcome to the 'New Era'." The old man knocked on the console, the ground cracked, and a three-meter-high metal column rose up, "Lei Yan has been waiting for you for a long time."

The column spread out like a petal, and the scorching air rushed towards him. The flames condensed into a human shape in the air, and the golden red sparks outlined a tall silhouette. When the man fully appeared, Zhao Wuji felt the hair on his temples curled due to the high temperature - this was a man in his thirties, shirtless, with flame patterns flowing under his skin, and pupils like molten gold. "Dr. Zhao Wuji." Lei Yan's voice was accompanied by the crackling sound of sparks, "Do you know why the Super Management Bureau wants to capture you alive?"

Without waiting for an answer, the flames suddenly swept through the room. Zhao Wuji instinctively built a metal barrier, but saw an incredible picture in the heat wave - the flames formed a fine molecular structure diagram, and the carbon atoms rotated and reorganized in the void.

"Matter control can do more than just bend spoons." Lei Yan waved his hand, and the flame turned into a DNA double helix. "Wilson's laboratory is researching Awakener genetic weapons, and you--" The flame suddenly pounced on Zhao Wuji's chest, "are the only one who can destroy the quantum-level metal seal."

In the severe pain, Zhao Wuji saw fragments of memory: the giant device deep in the laboratory, the data secretly recorded by Wang Lei, and the mechanical fingers looming under Wilson's gloves...

"They used alien technology to transform the human body." Lei Yan put away the flame, revealing the newly emerged dark red lines on Zhao Wuji's chest - that was the key pattern of the quantum seal, "and in your body, the key to open the Antarctic ruins is hidden."

The alarm sounded suddenly. The monitors all turned a dazzling red, and in the screen, Leng Feng was leading a team to break down the door of the watch shop. The old man quickly operated the console: "The Super Management Bureau has used the quantum tracker. In three minutes at most-"

Lei Yan grabbed Zhao Wuji's wrist, and the flame pattern climbed up along his skin: "Join us. Or be transformed into a living key by Wilson."

The roar of a helicopter could be heard outside the window, and the searchlights turned the rainy night into daylight. Zhao Wuji looked at the metal particles suspended in his palm. They were arranged according to some quantum law, forming a pattern that was exactly the same as the pattern on his chest.

Only at this moment did he truly understand that there was no way back in this escape.