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The loving interaction between mother and son did not affect Luke.

With the addition of T800, Luke's programming of T1000 went more smoothly.

After about three hours, it was finally over.

The mother and son had already fallen asleep there, snuggling with each other.

Luke smiled playfully and ordered the T1000 to change into another form.

"Hey~ Sarah, wake up..."

Sarah and Little John had just woken up and were squinting at the white light coming from above.

They could only vaguely see Luke's figure under the strong white light.

Then they opened their eyes wide, regardless of the glare of the bright light.

A pair of white wings spread out behind Luke, and he was looking at them with a smile.

"Oh... God... are you really an angel?"

While the mother and son were still in a daze, Wall-E, with the lamp hanging above, suddenly turned off the power.

The white light disappeared, and the wings behind Luke melted into the ground.

As the mother and son stared in horror, the liquid metal robot transformed into the appearance of Luke in makeup as he entered Mexico.

Luke smiled and looked at the mother and son and said:

"Formally introduce the person next to me, Lima Tango." (The identity Luke used when he entered Mexico.)

"Wardfake~" x2

Luke knew that the mother and son were not well educated and could only express themselves in words, so he continued:

"There will be a shooting in Tijuana tonight."

"Is there ever a day without a shooting in Tijuana?" Sarah asked Luke puzzledly.

Luke held out his hand to indicate: Don't be impatient, and then continued speaking.

"The victims of this case are John Connor and Sarah Connor. From now on, these two people will disappear from this world."

"Wardfake!" X2

"You will live in Mexico with your current identities for a while, and I will arrange for you to return to the United States after a while."

Sarah asked Luke, pointing to the T1000 next to him.

"It's going to stay here?"

Luke nodded.

"It and Arnold will stay to protect you until we return to the United States."

Sarah was silent for a while and then said:

“Why are they named Tango?”

Luke shrugged.

"Their code name is T. In military terms, we call it Tango. It's just a code name."

Sarah was still a little worried.

"What if... I mean, what if these two guys..."

Luke shook his head.

"No, if it is destroyed or rewritten, I will know, and then someone will come to help you."

“I have friends in Mexico.”

Luke sighed and said:

"I know, but after you left, T1000 went there and your friend's family is gone."

Sarah was very sad to hear the bad news.

Little John also hugged Sarah with empathy.

Luke took a bag from Wall-E and handed it to Arnold.

"There are 200,000 US dollars in it, and there are 300,000 in your bank card, which is enough for you to use for a while."

Then he ignored the sad mother and son and said directly:

"I'm leaving now. You guys just rest here and I'll arrange for you to return to the United States when the time comes."

Sarah and Little John were about to thank Luke, but Luke turned around and left in style.

Looking at Luke and Wall-E going away.

Little John asked Sarah, "Mom, why did he save us?"

Sarah was also confused by the question.

"How should I know? He doesn't like me anyway... Never mind, since I'm here, I might as well rest here."

Little John pointed at Arnold and said to Sarah:

"Can I call him dad?"

Sarah was getting impatient.

"You can do whatever you want, but don't even think about letting him into my room."

Luke kept the Dodge Ram.

I took out my phone and called Uncle Chen.

Not long after, a Rolls-Royce drove to the factory gate, still bulletproof.

Luke was sent directly to the nearest airport, where the Qin family’s private plane was already waiting.

There were only pilots on this mission, no flight attendants.

Luke quietly returned to Los Angeles.

The next day, Luke stayed at home all day as he also had some things to arrange.

He had to wait for things in Mexico to develop and for the Mexican police to report the case to Los Angeles.

But he received a postcard at home.

I looked at the address: Walton, Kansas.

On the front of the postcard was a photo of an old church with the words "St. Michael's Church" written on the door.

The postcard reads: Front row, right leg of chair, hollow. Thank you, my friend.

Luke thought about it for a long time, and suddenly remembered that the handwriting was the same as the one John Mason used when he signed the pardon.

After a little thought, Luke took out his phone and dialed.

On the other end of the phone: "Luke, I'm busy..."

"Teacher Doherty, is this phone call secure?"

Doherty paused briefly.

"It's safe. What happened?"

"Please write down this address and keep it absolutely confidential."

"Wait, ... go ahead and tell me."

"St. Mitchell's Church, Walton, Kansas, front row, the right leg of the chair is hollow, there is something very important inside."

After Doherty wrote it down on the phone, he was silent for a long time.

"I see, Luke, does anyone else know about this?"

Luke thought about it and said it.

"This was told to me by the person involved. No one else will know about it."

Both of them were smart people, so they naturally knew what the other meant. Doherty didn't say anything else and just hung up.

The next day, Luke made another appointment with Frank and McClane, still at the same bar.

In the evening, Luke came early.

Frank and McClane came together.

Seeing the two of them arrive at the same time, Luke smiled and joked with them.

"Wow, our detective is at work early?"

Only McClane shrugged and said to Luke:

"I just felt bored staying at home, so I came to help."

Frank still doesn't look well.

Luke ordered some wine and snacks, and after a brief chat, he got down to business.

"I got the news from the Mexican police that the killer killed Connor and his son in Mexico."

Frank took a swig of his drink glumly.

"This bastard, we don't have any clues..."

Luke took out a box from his side and placed it on the table, and said seriously:

"You must keep this a secret."

Then he opened the box, and inside was the robotic arm of T800 from ten years ago.

Frank and McClane stared at the mechanical arm inside with wide eyes.

The two were still in a daze, and Luke continued:

"This was left at the scene. There was a big explosion. The killer was most likely a robot."

"Wardfake?" X2

Luke closed the box and put it back beside him.

"I had a hard time getting this from the Mexican police. This can only be handled by the FBI. Sorry."

Frank had understood.

This matter ends here, and the rest is not something he, as the LAPD, can get involved in.

So Frank raised his glass and said to Luke:

"Thank you."

The three of them clinked their glasses and drank them all.