At the bustling harbor, next to the wharf, a cargo ship used for transporting livestock was similarly packed with people in rags.
They were expressionless, their eyes dull, just like the double-headed cows crammed into the neighboring ship.
At that moment, several men wearing exoskeleton suits boarded the deck.
One of them used a plasma gun to cut the chains fastened to the iron door, while another walked up to the crowd and, opening his helmet's speaker, shouted loudly.
"You are free."
The deck was as silent as death.
Faced with the commotion at the bow, those faces remained indifferent, not even bothering to glance over.
Old White couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
The players following beside him exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.
"What are you thinking?"
"The Army's clones."
"Haha, we're on the same page."
Seeing Old White at a loss for words, Fang Chang sighed, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder.
"You're no use like this… Let me do it."
