Inheritance

Amid a hail of bullets, the little boy operated several hastily assembled drones while using their vision to move cautiously along the edge of the battlefield.

The streets had long since erupted into chaos. Corpses littered the ground, and everything was a complete mess.

As it turned out, even the resistance organizations had their own conflicts. Every one of them believed they were the true resistance.

And so, the crossfire began.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the city, radical resistance groups also exchanged fire with the mechanical guards.

Quite a few underground gangs took the opportunity to loot amid the chaos.

The turmoil reached its climax when a group of enforcers known as "players" arrived.

These "players" had tremendous firepower and were utterly fearless. Once they went berserk, they would even kill their own people.

More than once, the little boy saw enforcers who had not even had time to act get blasted by the people around them and beaten into ragged sacks of flesh. As they killed, those people laughed wildly.

"Haha, I told you, Big Muscle was bound to have another episode. And look, he did! Come on, come on, hand over the money. I won."

"I'm telling you, Muscle, couldn't you hold it in? Three revivals in a row, and three cases of cyberpsychosis in a row. Are you kidding me?"

"I strongly suggest you log off and go see a doctor. You might really have a mental problem."

"You're the one with a problem! Your whole family has problems! You guys killed me three times, and you still have the nerve to laugh at me?"

I Am Big Muscle angrily shouted in the group chat.

"Everyone who has lost their memories, pay attention! Those who can fight, keep fighting. Those who can't, leave the team on