In the first year when the weirdness subsided, humans canceled the humanoid weapons project.
The former commander, Cen Gu, a humanoid weapon that had undergone profound modifications, was judged to be in extremely poor mental condition, and his body was on the verge of collapse. He could lose control at any time and endanger human society, so he needed to be closely monitored.
He was imprisoned in the dark underground, never to see the sunlight on the ground again, until his death.
No one expected that ten years later, the strangeness would make a comeback.
People had to turn their attention to him for help again, but this time, he was too ill.
His face is still cold, but blood escapes from the corners of his lips; his sword is still sharp, but his face is as pale as a dead man; he cleans strange things again and again, but he is injured, trembling, vomiting blood, and even on the verge of death.
His former teammates are like mourning mothers, and his former opponents have sad faces.
Even the strongest human being who once disliked him and was now the chief commander became cautious when facing him.
"Cen Gu, do you want to take a vacation? I think you need to sleep."
"Cen Gu, the kitchen is making butter puff pastry today, do you want to eat it?"
"Cen Gu, your wound has collapsed. Should I call the doctor over?"
Cen Gu didn't take it seriously. He wiped the blood stains from the corner of his lips and said puzzledly: "My hands are as stable as they were ten years ago, and I will not do anything harmful to human beings. Commander, what are you worried about?"
*
When the sharp blade was pierced into the core of the weirdness, the weird era was about to end completely. At the moment when the body was about to disintegrate, the voice of the former enemy choked:
"... Please, don't die."
Su Qiangshuai, who lacks feelings and does not feel that he is a beautiful, strong and beautiful person. He is so heartbroken that he can't breathe. He just wants to put his wife in his pocket.
Apocalyptic wasteland/a small amount of Cthulhu/a large number of private facilities.
Intention: Keep your feet on the ground and look up at the stars
