CHAPTER 1203: 2102, THE CITY OF HELL AND THE ETERNAL SATAN

2102, in a bar on the streets of San Rodolfo.

On the bar’s holographic television, two suit-wearing bastards were spewing today’s fresh garbage.

"There’s no such thing as a virus, those are just the discarded ones whose fantasies sucked the life out of them, excuses to comfort their withering lives!" The virus expert’s tone was full of disdain.

Once a white host, Jin Silai, to cater to market needs, had recently undergone a skin change surgery.

Now, he’s a quarter black, a quarter Mexican, a quarter yellow-skinned, and a quarter white-skinned.

The Quarter Man rebutted.

"But our audience doesn’t believe you, Tomor, they say you’re a fraud of Mayo, a pawn of America’s billionaires."

Today, this Quarter Man’s main task was to act as the sidekick to the expert.

Chinese sidekick exists in crosstalk art, but America’s isn’t too different, after all, dear, art knows no borders.

"I’m a senior expert at the Mayo Virus Control Center, and I’ve researched viruses for a whole eighty years, do you know what that means?

The viruses I’ve seen outnumber the people you’ve met, would I lie?

Besides, note, capitalism no longer exists, we’ve entered an era of progressivism, in America there are no billionaires, only faster progressives."

Tomor’s bizarre fake smile looked awkward, he raised his hand to adjust his glasses, putting on an ’I’m lying’ appearance.

In fact, he didn’t even need to pretend, any American watching knew Tomor was spouting nonsense.

The host picked up the knife-edge tablet from his hand, hysterical like a madman, smashing towards the virus expert from Mayo.

The sharp military-tech knife-edge tablet was like a scalpel, crashing into Tomor’s face, his face flowed like cream under the knife’s action, collapsing.

"I knew it, I knew you were a Lizard’s toy, you frauds, you demons who betray humanity.

The knife-edge tech’s tablet is the best non-lethal weapon on the streets of America, I will kill you, see, how silky!"

The host held the tablet, slicing at Tomor’s face like cutting a rotten tomato.

As blood splattered, Bruce pushed the door open, walked to the bar, sat on the iron chair embedded in the ground, looking at the robot bartender.

"The usual."

"Oh, dear Bruce, San Rodolfo’s handsomest little dude, a glass of vodka, some ice cubes, lime juice, ginger beer."

The robot bartender inserted a silicone material beauty’s cheek in front of Bruce, transmitting emotional value with a seductive voice.

Behind her, four robotic arms skillfully mixed different ingredients, then she gently delivered the glass to Bruce.

"ABC TV, never surrendering to the Lizards!

I’m the good guy Jin Silai, my black brothers, my Mexican brothers, my yellow-skinned brothers, my white brothers, you can always trust me!"

The TV host had already chopped the self-proclaimed Mayo Virus Center expert into mince, crying exaggeratedly, angrily looking at the viewers in front of the TV, shouting to hoarseness—he detested Lizards!

The customer attention smart capture system detected Bruce’s disdain for the TV host, the robot empathetically said.

"Your buddy said you can always trust him, Bruce, I quietly remind you, the East Coast media are all frauds.

Good guy Jin Silai is a fraud, and he’s also the spokesperson for Beautiful Life Trust Loans, I noticed you secretly watched their ads several times."

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Without paying attention to the robot, Bruce picked up the steel cup, took a sip of the drink, and pulled out a pipe from his chest.

Just as he was about to light it, the beauty robot deftly helped him with her robotic hand.

"Dear, I know you don’t like to hear this, I’m not trying to offend, you have pledged all your data as equivalent value for the next ten years, the database controls me, urging me to sell you loans.

But you know, Bruce, you’re different from others, I like you, so, have another drink."

The robot’s beauty face appeared with a grievance expression, using a pitiful voice to provide the most basic customer service to Bruce.

"Please be quiet."

The Chinese man named Bruce finally spoke, the robot lady clinched today’s another performance.

Her algorithm engineer, due to the two successful media insertions, also received a two-dollar commission.

"Do you need me to give you a free second drink?" The robot lady continued to inquire.

Taking a deep breath of smoke, Bruce numbly said.

"Need it, start."

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