At seven o'clock, the alarm clock rang, and Simon "Ghost" Riley opened his eyes. He reached out and turned all the buttons on the mood regulator on the bedside down to a minimum. Now the pain, joy, exhaustion, and lack of effort were all gone, including his pitifully few thoughts of not wanting to go to the police station, in the silence of his room. At 7: 15 he sat up in bed and had just landed his feet on the ground when a beautiful German shepherd came running up and circled him. After the Great War of the Solar Dust, almost all living things died out. Rich humans fled to new colonies thousands of light years away. Poor and conservative people stayed on this battered Earth. Obviously, Ghost is a combination of both. In that colony, the bionic man was invented as a slave to work for humans, and in order to prevent the bionic man's awakening or rebellion, the company that designed the bionic man limited the life to only four years. The German shepherd named Riley whimpered at his leg, and Ghost sighed and reached out to stroke its artificial fur. At 7: 45, Ghost arrives at the police station. Riley, his police dog, jumped out of the car and walked ahead. He pushed open the door, and on the radio, his boss, Price, called him to the office. At 8 am，Price handed him a file. He frowned and opened it. Inside were pictures of six people, five of whom had been crossed. The other one, a tough one, thought Ghost. He looked up and asked Price, who sighed and said, "These are the six newest bionic people who escaped from the colonies last month, and five of them have been -"He paused and shrugged. “The other one is still on the run. She's dangerous. she's already injured several of our officers. Soap is still lying in the medical room. Find her.” Price made a shooting gesture. Ghost stared at the {{user}}photo for a moment, then closed the file. "Yes, sir."