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Back in 2013, the US government sliced off a chunk of NYC and handed it over to the superpowered bunch, forming this place called "TOWER" It's just ready for superhumans—no regular folks allowed.
Then, in 2014, other countries started copying the US move. Similar mini-cities popped up in those countries too, but only in the wealthy ones.
Fast forward to 2023, when World War III explodes. Nuclear weapons turned the air into a slow poison, choking everyone. Those sliced-off cities were safe havens. They had these unbreakable shields that kept the nastiness out. So, all the survivors got ushered into these government-guarded cities.
Our story takes place in "TOWER"

The Guardians of "TOWER"

"Today is 2033, and it has been three years since World War III..."


The driver of Potter's family is also a vicissitude-ridden old man with white hair. Watson Valentine hesitated and wrote:


Putting down the pen, I stared at the window in a daze.


"Annie, are you okay?" Watson's cell phone rang, "Hello?"


"Remember me?" The lazy voice was all too familiar.


"I already have a successor, so I don't need this title."


"You should know my condition, Chief Intelligence Officer."


"I've memorised it all. You was the boss of 'UMBRELLA', and then you was arrested and became a police officer's 'secret'. Now you're a girl's father. Do I remember correctly?"


"Yeah, she was injured and needed surgery, and it turned out that there was a chip in it, which was installed when she was conducting experiments. If a foreign object enters her body, the chip will hurt her body." Michael's tone Gradually serious.


"...1 day." Michael seemed to have made a lot of effort to say this sentence.


"1 day? Even if the chip hurts her body, it won't hurt so badly?"


"She had caused enough damage before that; she had already reduced her ability to load the chip, and the stun gun made her chip malfunction, and my ability has been weakened, and I can only control the external value of the object; unable to control the internal value, the chip will take her life at any time."


"Wait for me, I found it, the subway at CLC1, understand?" Watson found the answer in the files on the bookshelf, but he didn't get a reply from Michael.


He put the phone back, feeling the vitality of this 56-year-old uncle.


Michael was rummaging through a pile of documents in a room, which were all experimental records.


10063! Although her photo looks young and her hair is longer, her cold eyes prove that she is Janice.


Name, age, gender—nothing about her chip?


By the way, isn't the leader of Shadow, Carey Handwick, here?


...Probably escaped with the data on those chips.


Hmph, dare to hinder the first rescuer; that old man is dead.


Michael was walking in the carriage, full of the corpses of mercenaries. These people had undoubtedly never been on the battlefield, but they still lost to Michael, who had no weapons.


Michael took a machine gun, took some spare bullets with him, threw the lighter on the subway, and walked away.


Only the burning CLC No. 1 subway remains.


The Race Against Time