Listening to the other party's words, Sun Jack looked at Number 43 in front of him with surprise, struggling to understand the guy's thought processes.
Why did this guy want to help him, yet he felt an urge to punch him?
And just then, the hatch behind them opened, and the wild wind poured in as Number 43 waved his arms forcefully.
"Go! Get out of here! The farther, the better! If you don't leave now, it'll be too late! I'll hold them off as long as I can!"
At that moment, Sun Jack also received a warning from Metropolis outside, "Jack, a path has been cleared in the encirclement!"
Hearing this, Sun Jack didn't delay any longer. He said he was ready on the combat channel and then jumped out the back, holding Hopelily.
As all the combat units ceased fire, the Hover Shuttle streaked by quickly with its afterimages, swiftly catching the two and flying toward the prepared escape route in the Himalayas.
When Number 43, inside the master control console filled with screens, watched the massive Himalayas leave the encirclement with the remaining spacecraft carriers through a floating screen, he couldn't help but laugh as his consciousness blurred with pain.
He was about to die, but he really didn't care as long as Hewlett Lily was alive. By Borrow King's consistent reputation, he believed he wouldn't be hard on his own lover.
To help a bit more, Number 43 began to open his own systems, activating the self-destruct program for all combat units to ensure that after his death, no other units would catch up to the Himalayas.
But just as he was about to consent to the authorization, suddenly everything went black before his eyes, and an intense ringing and nausea came over him, causing him to stagger to the ground.
As a stream of reminders flickered before his eyes, all control and command rights over the FFP troops were revoked one by one, and all authorizations for the battlefield's combat units were entirely canceled.
"You're nothing but trash, a useless waste!" A booted foot kicked Number 43 over and stepped hard on the back of his head.
That was Song Ling, dressed in a neat military uniform, looking down at Number 43 with an expression of extreme disgust.
"I originally thought you could be of some use, but I truly didn't expect you to screw up even a simple task like being a scapegoat!" She was truly furious, and if it weren't for her forethought, this guy might have really bungled everything.
Just as the plan to encircle Sun Jack was about to succeed, who would have thought that this simple trick would make the guy turn on them?
Indeed, these outsiders were only good as fodder and were useless when it mattered. It seemed she would have to take matters into her own hands.
As she started to coordinate, all the previously dispersed spacecraft carriers once again aimed their weapons at the Himalayas, which was trying to dive into the clouds.
"Get out of here! She's coming! Move it! She's been here all along! She never left!" Number 43 struggled to his feet, trying to warn Sun Jack, but his communication had already been cut off.
Another kick came, and Number 43's nose was immediately knocked crooked; blood from his nose flowed back into his mouth and he covered his neck, coughing up blood.
"Worthless! Completely useless trash! All the resources and connections I've used on you have been a total waste!"
Song Ling saw the man in front of her as having no value left and she unhesitantly allowed the nano-toxin inside Number 43 to accelerate its division.
As the toxins in his body not only increased but also rendered Number 43 incredibly weak, his body instinctively curled up like a shrimp.
As he watched the constantly attacked Himalayas on the screen, he knew that Hopelily was inside, and the moment the Himalayas fell, his lover would also die.
He wanted to do something, yet he was powerless to do anything.
The feeling of once having known each other surged in his heart again, just like the moment they had escaped from Metropolis, facing a similar situation where he could only watch as his lover walked step by step towards death again, yet he was utterly helpless!
"Why! Am I really just a nobody after all, unable to even protect my own lover?" In agony, Number 43 clenched his fist tight, and through the pain, he looked at the Sun Jack software that had long been downloaded in the system.
At this moment, he suddenly realized why, when the Holy Grail was overthrown, so many people had followed Sun Jack; he finally understood the feelings of those people.
He didn't know what good downloading Sun Jack would do under this certain-death situation, but it was the only thing he could do.
Because in this desperate situation, trusting Sun Jack was his only choice.
"Cough cough... I really am just a nobody in the end...." After Number 43 said his last words with immense melancholy, he directly installed the Sun Jack software into his nervous system, and his consciousness quickly plunged into darkness.
The next second, Sun Jack's consciousness took over Number 43's body.
"Fuck! What's going on!" Sun Jack, holding his bleeding nose, struggled to his feet and began to look around the command center, and after quickly scanning the information, he finally understood the overall situation.
"So not only am I a clone, but I'm also about to die, huh? That's really messed up." Sun Jack struggled to his feet, looked at the main control console next to him, and shouted belligerently, "Hey! 2B!"
Hearing the noise behind him, & turned his head to look at his subordinate, but when he saw those completely different eyes, he immediately realized what was happening.
"Sun Jack? Hah, what good does uploading into this waste do? His body is dying, and you're dying too; you actually think he can help you? How naive."
Sun Jack opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, stood in place with a smile, unfazed by the dire situation at hand.
"Even you think he's unreliable and wouldn't dare entrust him with anything, always holding back, do you really think I'd put the entire fate of the Himalayas and my friends, my everything, in the hands of this unreliable guy?"
"What?" In the brief moment that & was staggered, the Poet, whose body sprouted various laser blades, descended from the sky and slashed towards &.
No matter what deal had been made with Number 43 before, Sun Jack had never counted on breaking through with Number 43 from the beginning; what he wanted was to infiltrate his people in the midst of Number 43's contact.
And the highly secretive Poet was his top pick.
Three lasers appeared in mid-air, clashing heavily with the Poet's Light Blade, and an exoskeleton mecha with activated auto-defense canceled its Mimetic Camouflage and saved &.
But it was not over yet; Sun Jack, bearing the pain, rushed towards the main control console.
"Jack!" The retreating Poet threw something over, a rolling injection pump filled with green liquid flew its way, and Sun Jack quickly caught it and plunged it hard into his neck.
As his body's DNA was rapidly enhanced, the rampaging nano-toxin in his system was also swiftly brought under control.