'Timeline Change Point' You have gained eligibility to participate in 1. ('Winter Night Without Warmth' Tier 3 Doomsday Great Wall side quest), 2. ('Eternal Day White Night' Tier 3 Border Singularity Event), 3. ('Winter Flying Dragon and Lakeside Poet' Tier 4 World Years Epic). Phase Task 'Eliminate the person in charge of Leis Angton's Detroit district' completed. The game has entered its final stage.
Su Wen closed the prompt.
He heard the cheers of the gun-toting thugs around him:
"Rhine!"
"Rhine!"
"Rhine!"
To these low-level gang members, a senior executive of a colossal Cyber Oligarch corporation might have remained forever beyond their reach, even until the day they died on Detroit's streets.
But now.
That revolting figure had been crushed beneath the racing car's tires like a puddle of rotten mud.
It was a feeling these Detroit natives had never imagined.
Yet Su Wen was not stirred by their cheers.
Instead.
He raised a hand.
And silenced all the cheering.
Then he said calmly:
"Now, we have jointly settled our score with Leis Angton.
This belongs to everyone.
But in the future, I hope someone will still remember tonight:
Burn yourself away and charge forward without hesitation, because some endings are far more important than life itself."
He did not expect every thug present to agree with his words.
But as long as even one person remembered.
Then.
That faint glimmer of civilization would continue to be passed on.
Obtained Origin Knowledge Fragment: Night Watch—Civilization Watch.
Little did he know.
His words were faithfully recorded by reporters mixed into Detroit's crowd.
Afterward.
They caused a massive sensation across the world.
Because your will has been conveyed.
City of Chaos—Detroit (future timeline): Omnic Crisis—Purification Protocol and Omnic Crisis—'Origin of Humanity' have both changed.
Two hours later.
All the remaining Leis Angton Trauma Team cybernetically enhanced soldiers in the building had been eliminated.
Frey emerged as well after dealing with the armed helicopters above.
Su Wen handed Jie Aier over to White Hound, who stood among the crowd with a sniper rifle slung across his back.
The scar-faced, silver-haired middle-aged man said hoarsely:
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. We'll meet again at Freezing Point Bar later."
Su Wen said calmly.
White Hound silently nodded as well.
As he understood it.
If this friend of Gore's, this unfamiliar Night Watchman, was not planning to collect the compensation he deserved.
Then he was most likely going to interrogate him about his former employment at Leis Angton.
But Vern-Onions had no intention of leaving.
He had personally witnessed the fall of Detroit's chaotic neon tower.
And personally executed Andrew-Brady.
White Hound had no regrets left.
Meanwhile.
Su Wen did not care what Vern was thinking.
He had fulfilled his promise.
And, following Caroline's guidance during the process.
He had wildly collected all kinds of Leis Angton's most cutting-edge technological products.
He stopped only after filling the upgraded Storage Box so completely that not even a crack remained.
Likewise.
The tens of thousands who had flooded into the building behind him also gained a huge haul of "valuable stuff."
Even if those items were sold on the black market.
They would be enough for these people to drink themselves senseless in bars every day for an entire month.
It truly counted as a bountiful harvest.
After the final cleanup was completed.
Su Wen told them:
"I still have some work to do here. Once you've finished 'cleaning up,' leave first.
The tower beneath our feet is about to disappear from Detroit completely."
Upon hearing that.
No one intended to throw their lives away here for nothing.
They all left swiftly, carrying bags stuffed full of loot, thoroughly satisfied.
After everyone had evacuated.
Su Wen stood atop the Leis Angton Building, watching waves from the Atlantic Ocean wash ashore, carrying the faint reflected glow of neon lights.
He dialed the number he had saved earlier:
"President York, do you agree to the 'business deal' we discussed before?"
"Fals doesn't do losing business, but if it involves Leis Angton's information, then I believe it's a deal with guaranteed profit."
Compared to his earlier scrutinizing tone, Old York now spoke to him more as an equal businessman:
"Mr. Night Watchman, what you wanted has arrived at the designated location."
"Pleasure doing business with you."
Su Wen watched the black fighter jet pierce through the clouds overhead.
He turned around with easy grace.
And returned to the sleek, black racing car.
Then.
Driver Number 25 gripped the steering wheel.
And stepped on the accelerator.
Vrooom—!!
The racing car shot forward.
At the same time.
Before the eyes of everyone who had participated in the Leis Angton revolution.
From the rooftop of the neon tower.
A streak of deep-blue light cut through the night sky.
Then.
Countless bombs fell from the heavens.
They smashed into the skyscraper that might once have been called a landmark.
In an instant.
A thunderous explosion erupted from that point.
Bringing a sleepless dawn more dazzling than the neon glow of City of Chaos!
It was reported.
Origin Era, Year Five—Autumn.
After tonight.
Detroit gained an underground tradition:
Every year, all gangs with disputes and grudges would hold a racing competition on this same date.
To commemorate that forever-unmatched legend.
After the race concluded, they would hold the grandest carnival of all.
Inside Freezing Point Bar.
A cool, mature beauty in tight leather clothing pushed open the door and entered.
Looking toward the bar, she asked:
"So you're really planning to leave Detroit?"
"It can't exactly be called leaving. After all, I never belonged here in the first place."
A handsome bartender wiped the glass in his hand.
Then.
He smiled and said:
"Miss Caroline, how about a French Martini?"
"Whatever. I doubt my interest in cocktails is anywhere near as deep as my impression of your 'racing skills.'"
"Someone once said, 'Cocktails begin with martinis, and they end with martinis.'
I think you might change your mind after tasting this one."
Su Wen placed four ice cubes into a shaker.
He poured in raspberry vodka, Chambord, Cointreau, pomegranate juice, and pineapple juice.
Then shook it elegantly until it was thoroughly mixed.
Finally, he strained the cocktail into a glass, garnished it with berries, and handed it to the beautiful Tier 3 Transcendent.
Caroline-Lydia accepted the cocktail.
She took a shallow sip.
A trace of disbelief appeared in her eyes.
Then.
Hacker Miss said lazily:
"I've hacked into the Doomsday Great Wall database before.
At the very least, there definitely isn't a Night Watchman anywhere in North America who's this skilled at both bartending and racing."
"Then, Miss Caroline, have you heard the full story behind the Westminster Act?"
The bartender said with a smile.
Su Wen was preparing to fabricate a Night Watchman identity with an extremely high level of secrecy.
To prepare for future game projections.
Therefore.
These ambiguous answers were precisely the groundwork he had laid.
Just then.
The real owner of Freezing Point Bar had just settled his daughter to sleep.
The silver-haired middle-aged man came downstairs and said seriously to the legendary racer currently serving as bartender:
"I also used to work for Leis Angton, but those matters have nothing to do with Jie Aier."
"I know. Relax."
Su Wen could see everything with his appraisal skill.
Besides, he had not become a Cyber Psycho yet.
So.
He merely smiled and pointed at the bar before him:
"Punch Royal, Blood and Sand, Caribbean Sunrise.
Three cocktails. Pick one."
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