The wind atop the Lincoln Memorial, laden with moisture from the Potomac River, whipped Lin Mo’s shirt into a frantic flutter. He stared at the man standing three meters away—Richard Coleman, the presidential candidate and seventh system host. His pupils were glowing with an unnatural silver light.
"Negotiation time is over." Coleman’s vocal cords vibrated with a metallic echo. As he raised his hand, Lin Mo saw liquid circuits flowing beneath the man’s fingernails. "You have collected six sub-systems, but the core equation remains incomplete."
The alarm from the command center shrieked through the miniature receiver in Lin Mo's cochlea. Su Yuqing’s voice crackled through, distorted by electromagnetic interference: "Inside him... it’s not The Seventh System... it’s the mother core!"
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