Faulty Utopia

Over Metropolis, soon, all the combat units sprung into action, as drones and nanoworms began to search meticulously around Metropolis as the radius, not overlooking any trace.

Obviously, the retreat of so many people couldn't have been without traces; soon, the drones located the hiding crowds.

These scattered few thousand were hardly significant, but he knew that continuing the search could uncover more. However, he wasn't here today to kill; he was here to find Sun Jack.

From information forcefully extracted from these people, it was said that Sun Jack had already fled far away, which worsened his mood. Although he didn't know where Sun Jack had run off to, he still had tasks that required completion.

Even though he knew there would be no results, he had to follow a procedure, otherwise it was easy to be reported at the company.

Moreover, another more important matter was, the live broadcast was still on; everyone was watching Sun Jack's death unfold. Killing Sun Jack had become a huge trend, with numerous people placing bets on whether Sun Jack would live or die—and more importantly, he had placed his own bet.

After several days of searching like this, he realized that his troops had started to suffer a significant number of non-combat losses, after all, the wilderness radiation was immense, and the environment complex, damaging to both living people and automated machinery alike.

If the wilderness were really that good, it wouldn't be empty.

Just when he was troubled about what to do next, suddenly a nanoworm issued the highest alert.

Once he switched over quickly, he discovered it was because they had scanned Sun Jack's footprints!

He was thrilled, and immediately sent a team toward that direction.

Following the footprints and continuously tracking, they soon found new clues; Sun Jack's traces became more frequent.

Finally, 500 kilometers from Metropolis, in a puddle, they found Sun Jack, who was fiercely protected by various mercenaries.

Facing the FFP's combat units, Sun Jack, along with others, fought desperately, but ultimately were overwhelmed.

Surrounded by a swarm of nanoworms, he was suspended in mid-air.

Just as he was about to say something to Sun Jack, he saw the captured Sun Jack flash him the middle finger with both hands.

"Haha, sorry, you got the wrong one—I'm a Clone."

The next second, accompanied by a flash of white light, Sun Jack detonated the miniature reactor within him.

When he saw the screen instantly turn to black and white static, this scene infuriated him so much that he punched the desk hard.

After calming his breath a bit, he ordered all detection units to return. Continuing this search would never find Sun Jack, not in a hundred years.

At this moment, he was starting to regret taking this task upon himself, as he now needed to carefully consider how to navigate this predicament.

He wasn't concerned about whether Sun Jack was dead or alive, but worried that failing this time could impact his own interests.

"If it really doesn't work out, I'll use a fake Sun Jack Clone corpse as the real body… No, that won't do, it's too easy to see through, damn it, where has Sun Jack actually hidden now?"

While struggling with a dilemma, Sun Jack, whom he was searching for, was aboard a stealth fighter, currently communicating remotely with Detroit's Liberation Theology.

At that moment, he was vigorously advocating his plan, attempting to persuade the other side to emulate it.

"Considering the overall situation, we must do this, the bigger the scale, the better. It is beneficial for us," he said.

No sooner had Sun Jack finished his words than he heard the Bald Pope holding a scepter speak on the screen, "Jack, we want to do this as well, but our current situation is extremely difficult, like being attacked from all sides; we can hardly spare any energy."

"I understand, but at least you still have a territory. I've been driven out of mine; what could I say? The more we are in this situation, the more we need to liberate the Wild Men."

"They are naturally from the same class as us. Even just from the perspective of interest, the more their people awaken, the fiercer the fire burns, and those global monopolistic capitals will have less time to deal with us."

After carefully discussing with the other bishops, the Pope finally nodded. "Alright, I will act as quickly as possible over here."

Upon hearing this, Sun Jack heaved a sigh of relief; he was hiding outside, and naturally, the operation to awaken the Wild Men was interrupted.

This kind of thing cannot stop; it must continue. If Detroit also helps, then the entire Wild Men plan will accelerate at double speed,

"Alright, that's it then. I'm going offline now; the signal here is easy to track," said Sun Jack as he let the fighter descend from above the clouds.

"Wait," called the Priest of Liberation Theology, stopping him, "over here there's an old friend who wants to see you."

"Old friend? To see me?" Sun Jack, who was just about to disconnect the communication, was surprised. He didn't remember having any old friends on the other side of Earth, let alone knowing where exactly Detroit was.

Just as he was guessing who it might be, a familiar face quickly appeared on the screen—it was Sun Jack, himself.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Sun Jack quickly realized it was his Clone, distinguishable only by the metallic prosthetic eye on the left.

"You..." Sun Jack hesitated, asking, "Wait, when did you clone me?"

Father Sun Jack pulled an AA onto the screen, "Forgotten? Initially scared that the Holy Grail would target AA, I was tasked with taking the real AA away from Metropolis, leaving a fake one in place."

"Oh~ it's you then," Sun Jack finally recalled, "With so many clones, he couldn't remember that he had indeed split another clone to do this task."

"But you got it wrong, the little girl AA was afraid her Clone would suffer, so she secretly swapped with her Clone. The AA by your side is fake," Sun Jack explained to the other.

"Ah... Never mind."

In the screen. Father Sun Jack had just let down the AA beside him when the AA Clone tiptoed up and kissed Father Sun Jack on the lips.

"Hmm?" Sun Jack's pupils constricted at the scene.

Father Sun Jack, seeming to know what his original was thinking, awkwardly pressed down the AA beside him, coughed lightly, and said, "Let's talk business; after we took the intercontinental train and left, at the time we thought we should escape as far as possible to avoid being discovered."

"Later on, some things happened along the way; we made some friends and killed some people. Eventually, inexplicably, Little A and I ended up in Detroit."