Please Accept This Box of Durex / The Savior's Mom Raises Herself

Scanner Unit 21, who spent all day at home playing video games and snacking, has finally seen his good days come to an end.

"Let's go, I need to see A2..."

Leaning against the corridor, Kevin tossed two orange-flavored candies into his mouth, chewed them, and made a request to Scanner Unit 21, who had degenerated into a "salted fish."

The nearly defunct YoRHa Unit robot didn't even look up, its attention remaining focused on the game controller and the online screen.

"During this period, you sent out four signals..."

"Although it's encrypted, it's not difficult to track them down with a little effort. They really can get away. Las Vegas? The exact location still needs to be determined..."

The commander jumped onto the balcony, sat sideways, faced the sky, and whispered softly.

I was careless... So this was your real purpose in letting me roam free...

Scanner Unit 21 depleted the final boss's last drop of health, then dropped the controller, slowly stood up, her gaze solemn, and the sharpened katana hidden under the bed was drawn into her palm.

"If you really want to protect your comrades, you should keep up..."

Kevin tossed the empty metal box into the trash can with a shooting motion, then turned and grinned at Scanner Unit 21.

"Because I have already indirectly spread this message to [Skynet]..."

The instant Scanner Unit 21's pupils constricted, an armed helicopter hovered behind Kevin.

P. S.: I'm about to meet Miss A2. By the way, my main character seems a bit dark-skinned.

So adept at betraying teammates...

Chapter 257, Section 271: Please Keep This Box of Durex Safe

Las Vegas, the largest city in Nevada, is famous for its massive tourism, shopping, and resort industry centered around gambling, and is also known as the "Holiday Capital" and the "Wedding Capital".

Of course, due to the imperfect laws and rampant gambling in the early and middle periods, the atmosphere of Las Vegas was like two sides of a coin: one side was hell, and the other side was heaven. The dance halls and stages built for indulgence and pleasure exuded a gorgeous and charming atmosphere. The two extremes were inseparable and inseparable.

If you want to experience America's glitz, glamour, fashion, and beautiful women, go to Las Vegas; if you're broke and have a few pennies left, maybe you can try your luck in Las Vegas; if you have so much money you don't know what to do with it, go to Las Vegas, it might give you a taste of the carefree life of a homeless person.

This is a place that people call heaven on earth, but also hell on earth, and a place that many people want to come back to again and again.

At the same time, it is also known as the "Sin City" on par with Los Angeles. For example, Kevin in the alley is about to witness a chase unfold.

A tall, stylish woman with long blonde hair, dressed casually and carrying shopping bags, had just stepped out of a taxi when two black sedans slowly drove up from the side, flanking her.

As the car window rolled down, two silenced pistols emerged from the gap in the glass, aimed at the blonde woman's vitals.

Just as the unsuspecting victim was about to perish, slender fingers suddenly pressed down on her shoulder from behind, pulling the blonde woman back to her feet.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

A dull thud was heard, Kevin's pupils contracted slightly. His Apostle-level Mental Power, at its maximum of 40 points, spread to both sides, deflecting the bullets.

Sunglasses... tattoos... a smeared license plate... and somehow, he stumbled upon a scene of being chased by gangsters...

As the commander's thoughts raced, his expression relaxed. Compared to the enemies he frequently faced, these ordinary people, still relying on firearms, were hardly a threat, more like ants.

However, to his surprise, the group of armed men, suspected to be gangsters, were quite decisive.

After they fired their guns and found that neither their target nor the passerby who had caused the trouble was harmed.

The roof was then violently ripped open, and a bald man with incredibly muscular legs leaped in front of Kevin with astonishing jumping power.

After the door of the other car was kicked open, the thug in the passenger seat threw away his gun, cracked his wrists, and began to run wildly toward Kevin's location.

During the journey, he grew taller rapidly, his clothes tore open, and his skin developed a rock-like texture.

Mutants? One is an ordinary leg-muscle-enhancing mutant, A-class Fool; the other is a slightly more impressive muscular-petrified mutant, Class D Apostle...

Kevin frowned slightly. Although he didn't want to stir up trouble at this sensitive time when mutants were in an awkward position, their deadly actions immediately extinguished any possibility of reconciliation for the commander.

Indeed, there is no reason why mutants have fallen to such a state.

Besides their uniqueness and natural factors that lead to rejection, there are probably quite a few mutants who rely on their superpowers to commit crimes.

It seems that in order to truly eliminate the hidden dangers, the Mutant Registration and Enrollment Act must be accompanied by specific control measures in order to be effectively implemented.

This is something that should be reminded of Director Nick and his team...

With his mind racing, the commander, without even looking up, summoned the Skyfire Greatsword and thrust it straight at his ear.

The sharp blade pinned the "spring leg" that was kicking him hard in mid-air to the wall of the alley.

At this moment, the "Stone Man," who had been accelerating and charging up his power to the maximum, threw a punch at the target, but his arm felt like it was stuck in mud, and the power attached to his muscles was completely worn away.

Kevin turned his head slightly, and the air in front of him vibrated and distorted. His thick arm, which was only thirty centimeters away from him, was torn into a pretzel by Mental Power, and dozens of bones were broken.

"Bang!"

The moment the burly man, unable to turn his skin to stone, knelt on the ground screaming in agony, Kevin cleaved his left hand into a knife and shattered the man's Adam's apple.

Upon seeing this unexpected pedestrian so brutal and ruthless, the people in both cars nearly had heart attacks and hurriedly turned their steering wheels to drive towards the main road in the distance.

The commander hesitated slightly, but ultimately abandoned the idea of eliminating the threat completely.

Given such a stark power imbalance, it would be a miracle if these scumbags continued to cause trouble.

Kevin bent down and pulled two photos from the "spring-legged" man's bulging shirt pocket. In the background, there were clearly chips and playing cards.

A casino debt collector? A woman with a story... The commander secretly made a guess, then focused his gaze on the blonde woman who was bending down to pick up sanitary napkins and other personal items.

The woman's features were delicately Asian, and her profile gave Kevin a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

"Whatever trouble you're in, in your current situation, it's best to report it to the police..."

The woman quietly picked up the seemingly usable household items, then slowly shook her head in silence.

Having said all he could say, Kevin didn't add anything more. In this situation, he could only do what he had to do. If those idiots hadn't included him in their attack range, he probably wouldn't have even considered killing them.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then rummaged through her shopping bag and pulled out a box, handing it casually to Kevin who was standing next to her.

"Thanks..."

Yes, when someone helps you, you should reciprocate with a kind attitude and a gift. Once that's done...

Then, to Kevin's astonishment, the blonde woman, who had let out a sigh of relief, turned and left with an air of nonchalance, as if she had accomplished some great feat.

Thanks... I understand... but...

What do you mean by throwing me a box of condoms? He stared at the prominent Durex logo on the box, his lips twitching.

"Master, we've searched the eastern region with Number 21, but we didn't find Miss A2. What have you found?"

Just as Kevin was lost in thought, his cell phone rang, and Hatsune Miku's voice came through the line.

"I don't have it either... wait... that face... A2!"

In the instant Kevin's memories flashed back, his heart tightened, and he suddenly realized what he had missed!

Damn blonde hair! These robots from YoRHa Unit have also caught up with the hairdressing trend, now they're offering a full range of services including washing, cutting, styling, straightening, dyeing, and perming.

Bound by his fixed mindset, Kevin was filled with frustration. He immediately ordered Hatsune Miku and Scanner Unit 21 to move closer to this place, while he himself set off first, chasing after A2 in the direction it had left.

A residential house.

After A2, who was in charge of purchasing, entered the room, she placed the shopping bags on the glass table and then took out a bag of potato chips and poured them onto the sofa.

As the bathroom door opened, Sarah, wrapped in a towel, hummed her favorite country music, brought out a three-tiered makeup box, and pounced on A2 with a sinister smile.

"Be good, don't move, it's starting!"

P. S.: I think I need to think carefully about how to increase A2's favorability.

Speaking of which, how many of those who initially hoped I would write NieR: Automata are still following the series...?

I remember there were probably 20-100 people signing in back then.

Chapter 258, Section 272: The Self-Cultivation of the Savior Mother

Inside the house, Sarah carefully touched up A2's makeup, concealing the blemishes on her skin coating.

A2 lounged lazily on the sofa, continuing to munch on snacks, while her sharp-tongued support robot was left charging in a corner.

Months of fleeing brought the two closer, and Sarah developed a strong interest in teaching a robot how to integrate into society.

Her repressed wild nature was gradually unleashed during her escape.

After making her first fortune by robbing cars on the interstate highway, Sarah decided to take A2 to Las Vegas for a wild party.

The two were having so much fun that they naturally went into the casino to try their luck.

As a result of A2's superhuman perception, the two of them, with only a small amount of capital, dominated the casino and attracted the attention of the casino owner.

Because this is an era where mutants are everywhere and Super Hero are as common as dogs, the casino owner suspected that they were rivals who came specifically to cause trouble.

After A2 dealt with several groups of thugs, Sarah checked out of the hotel and rented a place in this secluded spot.

Moreover, to avoid being hunted down, this Mother of New Humans ingeniously changed their eye and hair colors.

Anyway, they'd only be staying for a day or two. After a while, they'd leave Las Vegas, this desert city, and head out into the wild to continue their adventures.

However, it seems like I don't have enough wilderness survival gear to buy.

After completing her mission, Sarah rummaged through her shopping bag, only to find that the fishing line, condoms, and other pre-ordered items were missing. The Mother of New Humans, who had been eager to try their hand at wilderness survival, was understandably disheartened.

Just as Sarah was about to ask A2, who was lying dead on the sofa, for details, a dull knock sounded in the hallway.

The Mother of New Humans, gradually adapting to life on the run, took out an M1911 fully loaded with bullets from a drawer, held it close to the peephole, and quietly observed the familiar face of her Black landlady.

I thought it was those persistent casino thugs again, what a scare!

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, responded, and then tucked the M1911 into her belt behind her waist, turning the handle with her fingers and palm.

However, A2, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly stood up and pounced like a cheetah, pulling the oblivious Sarah aside.

At the same time, with a dull thud, the solid wood door snapped in two, sending wood chips flying everywhere inside.

The obese Black woman had a fluid, mercury-colored body, and her outstretched arms had reformed into the shape of a flamethrower.

The Terminators! They... have come after all!

Upon seeing the flamethrower port and the intense heat emanating from the fire dragon chamber, A2 immediately deployed a dark blue ion shield to prevent Sarah beneath him from being burned.

At this moment, the furniture began to burn under the intense heat of the fire, the fire alarm on the roof blared sharply, and the sprinklers sprayed water, temporarily suppressing the fire.

Under the high temperature, white steam rose up. Sarah, who had caught her breath, skillfully climbed out from under A2, darted to the wardrobe, and opened it.

Inside, there were three whole rows of things like Remington rifles, Colt 9mm submachine guns, and the like.

"Boom!"

Sarah hurled the fully loaded Remington at the doorway, sending the TX Terminator who had just entered the room staggering.

A2 slightly extended her arm, activated the magnetic levitation field, and the battle sword she had hidden under the bed flew into her palm with a soft hum.

But before the attack robot could take the opportunity to destroy the TX Terminator in front, the sound of shattering glass came from the window behind.

Shouldering a rocket launcher, holding Gatling six-barreled heavy machine gun in one hand and two T-800s with ammunition belts in the other, he leaped into the room and, based on infrared positioning, began firing wildly at the area where A2 and Sarah were located.

Moreover, the heavy footsteps at the top of the stairs and the ear-piercing climbing sounds on the walls all indicated that they were surrounded by a horde of Terminators.

Sarah crouched low, shrinking into the ion shield deployed by A2, and simultaneously pulled out the grenade launcher from her back, firing a shot at each of the two T-800s that were firing at each other, using the shockwave to blast them away.

In an instant, bullets flew everywhere and explosions erupted inside the room. Nearby tenants who heard the noise quickly put on their clothes, grabbed their firearms for self-defense, and went to check the scene.

Upon witnessing the explosive scene, reminiscent of a Hollywood gunfight, they wisely chose to flee with their weapons and valuables.

As dozens of Terminators were about to surround her, Sarah felt the floor beneath her feet become loose.

A sudden inspiration struck the Mother of New Humans. She immediately grabbed a Colt 9mm submachine gun, aimed it at the area where the two were located, and fired in a circular pattern.

"Go down! Go!"

As the ion shield teetered on the brink of collapse, Sarah gripped A2's arm tightly and stomped her foot on the floor with a furious roar.

Immediately, chunks of cement mixed with the punctures in the floor fell to the lower levels.

"Bang!"

During the descent, A2 adjusted to a princess carry position, bending her knees to cushion Sarah's fall.

Then, seeing that the bedroom owner had already fled with the other residents, she immediately grabbed Sarah, leaped forward, smashed the window, and jumped from the fourth floor.