American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 114 Locke: Clark, your uncle is here!

“Citizen: 73-8C-11, your escape will end at this moment.”

"boom!"

Reality is often crueler than imagination.

Glad drove just a few blocks before ending up at the end of a dead-end alley filled with discarded standard building materials.

It's blocked.

Metal walls, built in despair, blocked all his paths.

Three moral robots silently glided forward, forming a precise semi-circle that completely trapped him in front of the cold wall.

The crimson light projected by the sensors on their tops transformed into tangible shackles, pinning him firmly to the spot, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Further away, a well-equipped law enforcement team in black uniforms with red trim was rapidly approaching.

The leader was an exceptionally tall and fit woman whose upper face was covered by technical goggles, revealing only her taut jawline and well-defined lips.

But her commanding presence, standing out from the crowd, clearly indicated that she was no ordinary city law enforcement officer.

Gled couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I've lived for over twenty years, but accomplished nothing.

Unexpectedly, the most 'glorious' moment of his life was when the warriors from the legendary Paradise Island personally led the team to capture him.

This is the highest honor that many unjust criminals can only dream of.

"Citizen: 73-8C-11".

The female warrior spoke, her voice coming through her mask, filtering out all emotion, leaving only a programmed coldness.

"Your resistance will end at this moment. You have violated Articles 7, 11, and 23 of the Moral Code of Heaven. Giving up futile resistance and accepting standardized correction is your only way out."

"Buzz!"

The charging spear and the injection needle on the moral exemplar's robotic arm were both aimed at him.

Desperate
This seems to be a done deal, with no room for maneuver.

"Finish?"

But Glad repeated it in a low voice, as if he had heard a joke.

"?"

The female warrior's eyebrows were slightly furrowed beneath her goggles.

The man they had cornered did not show despair on his face. Instead, a strangely shrewd, even mocking smile slowly crept onto his face.

"emission!"

She roared angrily!

but.
"boom!!!"

A dull, loud bang suddenly exploded!

Not from any weapon
Instead, the metal mesh floor beneath the man's feet suddenly collapsed downwards, revealing a dark hole without warning!

The powerful suction made his figure disappear instantly!
"what?!"

"trap!"

"Take cover immediately! Scan the entrance!"

The once orderly alleyway was suddenly plunged into brief chaos.

The ethics robot quickly scanned the opening, and law enforcement officers tried to find other paths.

But in the very next second...
Boom! ! !

An even more violent and destructive explosion came from below the collapsed hole!
The scorching heatwave, mixed with thick black smoke, surged upwards.

Clearly, this was to completely destroy the tunnel's structure and prevent any immediate pursuit!
Smoke and dust filled the alleyway, and the law enforcement team's communication channels were filled with urgent calls and instructions.

Glad had no way of knowing that at this moment, he was sliding down a metal pipe at a very steep angle. The violent shock of the explosion came from above his head, but most of the terrible impact was absorbed by the efficient insulation layer that His Majesty the Emperor had personally designed and laid.

All that reached him was a dull, slight vibration.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted for several minutes until he finally reached his destination.

This is a spacious, dark space filled with dampness and a faint smell of rust.

Area A-312 sewer.

This is one of the very few blind spots and vulnerabilities in the vast surveillance network of the Kingdom of Heaven, caused by legacy issues from early construction planning and compatibility problems between old and new systems.

It was a secret passage known to and secretly maintained by their resistance forces.

Staggered for a moment, but quickly regained his balance.

My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light provided by only a few emergency light sources and the faint glow from the seeping water.

He was unharmed, but his adrenaline was still surging and his heart was pounding like a drum.

After cautiously looking around and confirming that there were no moral exemplars, Glad breathed a sigh of relief and slowly pulled out a meticulously crafted, hand-drawn map from the lining of his clothes.

Then, in the dim light, he quickly moved his fingers across the surface, searching for the route to the rebels' secret assembly point.

Um.
Just turn left at the third fork ahead, and then go through a maintenance ladder...

He licked his dry lips, put away the map, and was about to take a step. But before his foot even touched the ground...
A calm, even slightly languid voice suddenly rang out from not far behind him:

"Judging from this route... are you heading towards the rebel base?"

“Yes, sir.” Glad nodded almost habitually, blurting out, “We need to get through…”

"?!"

This voice!

this place!

How could there possibly be anyone there?!
His face suddenly turned ashen, and he turned his head sharply in horror, his pupils contracting rapidly in the darkness as he looked toward the source of the sound.

A figure slowly emerged from the deep shadow cast by the pipe from which he had just slipped.

Wearing a long, pure black trench coat that seemed out of place in this world of steel and concrete.

The hood was pulled up slightly, obscuring part of the face, but in the dim light, Glad could still see a faint, enigmatic smile playing at the corners of the other's lips.

It's him? !
The black-clad stranger who had been briefly glimpsed by him this morning at the execution platform in the central square, and then vanished into the crowd like a ghost!

"It's you?!"

Gled's voice sounded particularly jarring in the empty sewer.
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Locke has been in this strange world for a whole day.

As a mentally mature adult, he always adhered to the principle of seeing and verifying things firsthand.

Despite Giorno's detailed and awe-inspiring description, he still chose to calm down and use his own eyes and heart to measure this country called 'Heaven'.

He appeared at a tall building in the morning.

This allowed his eyes to pierce through the thin clouds, looking down with piercing gaze.

Let this unfamiliar world slowly unfold in his vision.

Countless sharply defined geometric buildings stand in neat rows, like the building blocks of a giant, reflecting a cold, uniform luster. Wide roads crisscross, dividing the city into numerous orderly blocks.

The capsule train suspended above it is like a stream of light constrained by an invisible track, shuttling through it silently and efficiently.

It was so precise that there wasn't a single mistake.

On the street, countless people dressed in gray-blue clothes bustled about like worker ants.

From afar, it resembles a silent and ever-flowing tide.
An endless stream of people following one another.

With a sigh, Locke's figure swept across the rooftop of a residential area like a gentle breeze, landing silently.

He used the "Platinum Star" to amplify his senses.

but.
He couldn't hear his family members talking, only their suppressed breathing;
He couldn't smell the aroma of breakfast cooking, only the smell of disinfectant.

Then he spent the whole day following the young man named Glad in the house below.

He stood in the darkness outside the window, looking at Glad's numb face through the narrow window.

Then he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar 'emperor' on the screen.

Locke finally came to a conclusion.

In this country, there is something invisible yet incredibly heavy that shrouds every person, every family, and every inch of space.

It wasn't anger, sadness, or even numbness.

That is……

constraint.

A deep-seated, instinctive constraint governs everyone's every word and action.

Locke frowned involuntarily, a complex and indescribable feeling welling up inside him.

This is not based on a judgment of the superiority of any particular social form—

He knew that civilization could take many forms.

This highly ordered existence itself may not have an absolute right or wrong.

Locke felt only a deep confusion and a hint of something indescribable...

lost.

Clark, that kid…

The nephew I remember possessed the warmest power in the world, emanating from the sun, and the purest kindness.

He was a child who grew up in love, trust, and sunshine-like care.

He should have created a place full of hope and warmth, a world where people could breathe freely and smile with peace of mind.

Even though Jonathan and Martha died on that rainy night, Clark of this world...
According to Giorno, he was also raised by him.

So what exactly is it, or what should it be said?
What gave rise to the rulers who created such a world?
Looking down at the cold yet perfect city, Locke sighed silently.

That really presented him with a heavy and difficult problem.

In conclusion...
I looked down and saw the tiny figure rush out the door and disappear around the street corner.

Locke's eyes sharpened.

Go take a look first before talking.

(End of this chapter)