On the streets of Manhattan, an armored luxury sedan sped wildly forward. With astonishing driving skills and the car's superb hardware, the driver crashed through traffic and carved out a bloody path.
The unlucky drivers whose cars had been bumped and scraped cursed nonstop, only to discover that their vehicles had gone out of control, swarming in from all directions and blocking every route the armored sedan could take.
Bang!
Arnold kicked open the car door, grabbed the Conner mother and son one in each hand, and rushed out onto the chaotic street.
No one knew what had happened in the future, but Skynet's robotic assassins had suddenly arrived. As if energy were free, the time-space passage had sent thousands of Terminators into present-day New York.
These were no longer mere assassins. They were Skynet's robot army, composed of large numbers of T-800s, a smaller number of T-1000s and T-Xs, along with one robot of an unknown model. Their hierarchy was clear, and their combat power was exceptionally formidable.
The instant Skynet's army appeared, it successfully infiltrated New York's military bases. Civilian facilities remained intact for now, but the entire city had been isolated, making it impossible to organize an effective counterattack.
Forget ordinary people—even highly trained human elite forces would face certain death against this cold, ruthless army without effective means of fighting it.
Arnold possessed the abilities bestowed by the Left Hand of the Divine Throne. All his attributes had been upgraded, his CPU could not be infiltrated, and he feared no model of Terminator in a one-on-one fight.
After a fierce battle at the villa, he killed the T-X, the two T-1000s it led, and thirty T-800s before hurriedly escorting the mother and son away.
There were simply too many of them. Only by meeting up with