Listen to the space-time administration

Chapter 588 The Terminator

Jonathan seemed to be exhausted by the sun, and weakly put his hand on his forehead, trying to block the dazzling sun from invading his eyes.

This is the world of 1995. The babies born after World War II have grown up, and the guys who started the counterculture movement have also been changed by life.Neoliberal economics has brought the United States into a new era.

In this kind of life, with the end of the Cold War that shocked the world, social decline was accompanied by the rise of ideology, and economic recovery made society begin to pursue excitement.

The punk culture developed in the last decade abandoned the critical cultural movement and turned into a strong rebellious spirit and resistance.

Just like now, when it was supposed to be class time, there were young people of all sizes at the skatepark under the bright sun, playing heavy metal music from the speakers while tirelessly jumping on their skateboards amidst the noise.

Jonathan looks out of place in such a scene, because in a venue full of studded leather afros, suits and ties always stand out so much.

The khaki suit gave Jonathan an old-fashioned and casual look, like the stereotypical aristocratic afternoon drink, but what they drank was Coke.

The old-fashioned atmosphere made Jonathan walk in a fixed direction, and the sun seemed to have dazzled his eyes. He did not see a blond boy in front of him holding a skateboard to say goodbye to his friend.

The boy who was walking backwards bumped into Jonathan's arms, and the skateboard penetrated directly between Jonathan's legs.

"Oh! Sorry, sir!"

The boy threw away his skateboard in panic, and helped Jonathan, who was covering his lower body, to sit in the shade beside him.

The panicked young man reached out and scratched his originally flowing blond hair, and the fluffy hair suddenly became intertwined with each other.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, please don't tell my parents..."

The boy who made the mistake seemed to be afraid of the punishment of his parents. When he was about to say something, he suddenly raised his head and looked behind Jonathan, and asked in surprise: "Are you a friend of this gentleman?"

Jonathan turned around and saw no one. When he looked back again, the little guy in front of him who had caused trouble had already run away with his skateboard in his arms.

The boy was not running away alone. Another teenager with red hair and a wolf tail and curly hair had already started his small motorcycle.

Amidst the roar of the engine, the boy who made the mistake was taken away from the skatepark by his friends.

The red-haired boy tightened the accelerator and let the motorcycle drive on the driveway.

There were not many vehicles at noon, so after running a certain distance, the red-haired boy excitedly asked loudly: "John, have you done it?"

"Of course, you can tell he is a rich man just by looking at his clothes!"

Under a bridge, the motorcycle was thrown aside, and the two teenagers excitedly began to divide the loot.

The teenager named John took out the wallet he stole from Jonathan. After opening it, the two couldn't help but praise money.

There are neat U.S. dollar bills in the wallet. The old-fashioned British people arrange the U.S. dollar bills according to size, so that people can judge the true value with just a few glances.

The red-haired boy suppressed his excitement and shouted: "So many! Enough for us to play in the game center for a year!"

"No! Cole, there's this!"

Connor pulled a card from his wallet. It was obviously the credit card of an old-fashioned British man.

"Bring me the bag on the motorcycle."

Opening the backpack that contained no books at all, John took out a set of electronic devices that were obviously handmade.

Insert the credit card into the card reader and see the simple feedback given by the LCD screen. John clenched his fists in excitement.

Without saying a word, the two teenagers drove their motorcycles to the game center. However, they did not go in. Instead, they circled around and parked their motorcycles next to the ATM machine outside the building.

"Cole!"

John gestured to his friend, and Cole quickly turned around and blocked the ATM's card slot.

Chewing gum, John then inserted the credit card with the small cable into the card slot. After the system popped up the input command, he plugged the other end of the cable into his portable computer.

Maybe it can't be called a computer, it should be said to be a decoder.After John entered the command, he quickly began to try the exhaustive method.

"Come on, John. It's taking too long."

Cole urged John, but John looked around nonchalantly, waiting calmly for the decoder to complete the decoding.

"5456, done."

John immediately began to withdraw money, withdrawing all the day's limit from this card.

Cole took the impression, changed his position, and asked, "Who did you learn this from?"

"My mother, my biological mother."

John held a thick stack of banknotes, roughly pulled the card out of the ATM by the cable, then spit out his chewing gum, and then forcefully stuffed it into the card slot.

"go!"

The two of them suppressed the joy in their hearts, but couldn't help but start trotting excitedly.

In the deserted corner, the two of them each turned their backpacks to their chests, and John took the banknotes and began to divide the loot.

After you finished dividing the money one by one, Cole began to worry and asked: "Will anything happen to us? There are thousands of dollars here, and I don't want to go to a juvenile detention center." John said nonchalantly: "A traditional For British people, even if they call the police, they will only be laughed at by the stupid police. If they want to catch us, they must at least wait until they install cameras on the ATMs."

After sealing the zipper of his backpack, John put his hand on Cole's shoulder and said seriously to his friend: "Remember, don't spend it all at once."

"Don't worry, I can only play ten dollars in game currency for a whole day. By the time I finish all the games, I won't even be able to spend two big bills."

"That's good, let's go play."

Under the ample air-conditioning of the arcade, John couldn't help but shudder. After that, he ran to the store and ordered himself an ice cream before starting to shop slowly.

When John turned around and left, the ice cream guy changed his appearance. Jonathan unceremoniously folded four ice cream balls for himself and handed the ice cream scoop in his hand to Soap, who was waiting at the side with normal body shape.

Jonathan said while eating: "It tastes pretty good, but I suggest you not choose fluorescent ice cream. There may be some radioactive substances added to it."

"Radioactive?"

Jonathan thought the other party was worried and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, the 'Atomic Energy Laboratory Gift Pack' toy was fully recycled in 1952, but it still feels a bit dangerous. The fluorescent dyes of this era are still unsafe."

However, Soap didn't care and simply took the tub of ice cream aside and said, "Such a good thing, I have to take it back and share it with my brothers. Nuclear energy ice cream, it's exciting just thinking about it!"

Only then did Jonathan realize that the other party could not be treated like ordinary people.

Putting a refill spell on his ice cream, Jonathan said, "That little guy is John Connor."

After scooping a scoop of ice cream for himself, Soap said, "Do you want me to protect him?"

"No no no."

Jonathan suspended the ice cream in front of his chest and shook out his left hand. The magic of time was engraved on the watch. After repeated confirmation, Jonathan said: "He is the cyclic node of this world, and the circular timeline is forcibly closed in around him.”

After scooping out a separate chunk for himself and breaking the ice cream into many smaller pieces with his saber, Soap said, "Say something I can understand."

"It's not time for you to take action yet."

10-year-old John Connor seems to be a sunny little boy, but his mother Sarah Connor raised him as the future savior of mankind.

Therefore, John Connor never went to school and learned various firearms, machinery, electronics, and blasting knowledge from his mother.

Sarah brought her children to a war-torn part of the world, so as a child John saw the cruel side of the world.

But when Sarah Connor was arrested and imprisoned in a mental hospital for attacking an electronics research and development center, John Connor had no choice but to accept the result of being adopted.

He doesn't know whether his mother is mentally ill or whether the legendary killer robot exists.

Due to his mother's savior-like demands and restrictions on him, John, who was out of place in the new family, could only use rebellious behavior to cover up his helplessness and confusion.

Sarah's excessive maternal love sometimes made John feel breathless, and the tolerance of his new family also made him feel suffocated.

So getting into trouble has become John's daily routine, and stealing credit cards is even more common.

John can only kill himself in the game, using video games to anesthetize his past.

Just as John was driving Sega's simulated arcade machine and controlling the F14 to fly, his friend quickly blocked his side.

"John, there's a note looking for you. Look..."

Looking back over Cole's shoulder, he saw that a guy in a police uniform was holding up a photo and asking questions.

Someone pointed out John's location to the police, and John immediately picked up his bag and started running away.

John started running desperately. He didn't know where he was going to escape. Anyway, he couldn't fall into the hands of the police.

After pushing open a fire door, John was stunned on the spot when he saw two people eating ice cream against the wall.

Jonathan held up the ice cream he could never finish and asked, "Why did you come to me to pay me back?"

John subconsciously wanted to defend himself and said, "Sir, I didn't steal your money, I just picked it up."

"You happened to find my wallet and took away three thousand US dollars?"

The police behind him and the two people blocking the road in front of him made John stretch out his hands as if accepting his fate, and approached Jonathan as if he was ready to surrender.

However, Jonathan stuffed the ice cream in his hand into John's body and looked at the policeman who also opened the door.

After seeing John, the police rushed over at a speed that exceeded human limits, and his hands began to liquefy and turned into metal cones.

"Soap, it's your turn!"

In an instant, the magic that restricted Soap's size was lifted, and the nearly three-meter-tall humanoid weapon rushed towards the menacing police.

With one punch, the policeman's head was knocked off.

The policeman didn't die, however. His head exploded like plasticine, revealing the silver metal underneath.

(End of this chapter)