In the crisis-ridden wasteland era, acid rain corrodes bones and blood, and radiation creates distortion.
The Steel Wolf mercenary group picked up a thin homeless man in the wilderness who didn't even wear a gas mask.
Facing the twin-cylinder nuclear power turbine that was about to explode, the homeless man used a rusty wire to reach into the six-hundred-degree engine compartment with his bare hands, completing a nanoscale physical shunt.
The mercenary group thought they had picked up a genius repairman.
Until they encountered an old-era advanced self-disciplined mecha on the abyss defense line that could instantly kill heavily armed troops.
While everyone was waiting desperately for death, the homeless man stepped forward and drew a semicircle in the air with his finger.
The next second, the violent killing machine folded and slept like a docile pet.
When the deadly laser network that stretched for hundreds of miles took the initiative to disperse for him, and the abyss defense line roared and lit up with the highest level of ice blue light, the people in the wasteland finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the technology of the old era.
"Welcome back, Mr. Lin Yan, the top executive."
