"Everything has its fatigue limit. As long as it lasts long enough, metal will also 'tire'."
Hidden in the scrapyard in the seventh district of Black Rock is a man who can dismantle four-hundred-year-old military armor along the metal lattice with just a blunt demolition knife without using a high-frequency cutting machine.
He is as precise as a programmed instrument, indifferently staying away from the hunger, radiation and killing in the wasteland.
Until a mysterious black box with a broken "∞" symbol was sent to the scrapyard.
The telegram code of the old era vibrated in my mind on time, and the coordinates were anchored.
This is a hunt that spans four centuries and is also the last undercurrent before the collapse of the world.
When the roaring armored vehicles tore through the night again, Lin Ke knew that the rusty world needed a complete reconstruction.
