Late at night, heavy storm clouds hung over Seattle. Lightning flashed continuously within them, illuminating the massive cloud bank blanketing Seattle from within with bursts of silver light, as though it were about to explode.
'Boom, boom, boom... crack—boom!'
Suddenly, after intense silver flashes erupted within the massive cloud bank covering Seattle, a bolt of lightning appeared in the sky, lighting up Seattle and bleaching the entire city white.
The pale silver light shone into a filthy alley. Flies and mosquitoes rose from the piled-up garbage with a buzzing hum, startled by the thunder. They fled toward the other side, unwilling to fly near the figure in the middle of the alley, revealed by the deathly white lightning: a man half-kneeling on the ground, both fists pressed against the pavement, his head hanging low.
The figure striking a Terminator pose was not particularly muscular. He had neither the Terminator's towering body nor its muscles, much less its cold ruthlessness.
He even had a slight beer belly, yet he kept both fists pressed to the ground in that Terminator pose.
The only thing he had in common with the Terminator was—he was naked too.
"Oh, let me see, what's this Chinese man doing? He stripped naked, showed off that pathetic little thing, and is imitating the Terminator. Hahahahaha, I'm dying! Hahahaha... ahahaha, I can't breathe anymore! Ahahaha... hahahaha..."
Three Black men wearing gold chains and baseball caps, along with a bronze-skinned dancer in revealing clothes, appeared around the bend in the alley. Seeing an Asian man imitate the Terminator in such thunderous weather, they could not help bursting into laughter, clutching their stomachs as they laughed wildly.
In fact.
Chen Hai was completely dumbfounded.
He had originally been a team leader at a mold factory. Normally, he led eleven or twelve