My name is Li Qingquan, I am twenty-eight years old, a workhorse, died suddenly while working overtime, and traveled through time.
I woke up to find that I had become a native of my motherland - flying to the sky, Cyclops, steel body, invincible.
Before I had time to feel good, the United States was targeting me. The Pentagon declared me a "global threat," and the FBI, CIA, and SEALs all came. My family was placed in "protective isolation", my friends were interviewed, and my girlfriend cried and persuaded me to surrender.
I didn't kill anyone, didn't break the law, and I saved seventeen children from the earthquake.
No one listened. F-22s chased me and blew up, aircraft carrier battle groups blocked my path, and satellites stared at me 24 hours a day. I hid in the slums for two months, eating expired hamburgers and sleeping in garbage dumps.
In the end, I was stuck at the abandoned dock.
With ten Apaches overhead and three destroyers on the surface, snipers occupied every commanding height. The loudspeaker shouted in Chinese: "Li Qingquan, give up resistance, and the United States will guarantee your human rights."
Covered in blood, I leaned against the container and smiled.
I stood up, my eyes lit up red.
"Human rights, right? Come, I will talk to you personally."
