South of the Pan-Asian Cooperation, on the edge of the Malacca city group.
In the corner of the bustling commercial district, there was a bar decorated in a rather nostalgic style. Because it was located on the first floor, there were not many guests here.
In this era of high-rise buildings, the higher the floor, the more popular it was. Not only because it could be away from the electromagnetic waves emitted from the highway, but also because the roof overlooking the brightest night view of the entire city and breathing the freshest air in the city.
Not to mention, the slanted sign hidden in the neon lights was not particularly eye-catching.
Even if there were occasionally ordinary pedestrians passing by, it was difficult for them to be interested in the dim lights inside after seeing the two ominous Chinese characters printed on the signboard, "Submerged Reef".
Of course, if there were some unusual guests, it would be a different story.
In the circle of some special professionals, this bar hidden in the gutter was still very famous in a sense.
For example, the man sitting in the corner of the bar with a beard on his face and a scar on the corner of his mouth was one of them. If this face of his appeared in other places, it would bring a lot of trouble to both himself and the shopkeeper.
But if it was here …
As long as he didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, no one would target him.
Perhaps it was because of the stories written on his face, or perhaps it was because the atmosphere of the 22nd century was very open, many beautiful girls saw him drinking alone and came over to talk to him.
However, to the regret of those girls, perhaps because he didn't like women, from the moment he walked into the bar until now, no one had touched his heart.
"That guy is a bit strange …"
"Everyone here is very strange."
"But he is probably the strangest one I have ever seen." The woman who took the electronic cigarette away from her lips and sat at the bar chatting with the bartender glanced in the direction of the man with interest.
Hearing this, the bartender standing behind the counter smiled faintly.
"You'd better keep a distance from him."
The woman looked up at him and asked curiously.
"Why?"
"Nothing, just intuition." The bartender glanced at the man sitting there and said softly, "After working here for so many years, I have a good eye for people."
His instincts told him that this person was different from those little bastards who roamed the streets. Although the evil aura on his body was not very strong, there was a sharpness and madness hidden behind this evil aura that caused one to feel a chill in one's heart.
With just one glance, the bartender could conclude that such a person was either from Mars, that notorious place, or the target of Interpol …
At this time, the door of the bar suddenly opened, and a man in black walked in from outside. He walked straight towards the bearded man sitting in the corner of the bar.
When he sat down opposite the bearded man, the bearded man raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
His eyes seemed to have written the word "f * ck off" on his face, but the man in black didn't seem to see it. He smiled and said.
"Blood Hand, Chester, good at programming, modifying and using smart devices, as well as using light weapons. They were once air pirates active in the asteroid belt and the New Virginia colony. After their forces were annihilated by the Pan-Asian First Fleet, they fled to Earth and were currently being hunted by Interpol. At the same time, you have a close friend. His name is Ruzas, which happens to be the same name as the protagonist of the hijacking incident some time ago … "
Looking at the bearded man whose expression gradually became gloomy, the man in black sitting opposite him smiled and continued.
"He did something you wanted to do but never dared to do, but it was said that his fate was very miserable … Do you know? Although I don't know what method they used, his autopsy report said that he suffered great pain before he died, and there was not a single internal organ or blood vessel in his body that was intact. "
Chester's face was gloomy, and he almost squeezed a sentence out of his teeth.
"Who the hell are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am."
The man in black put his hand into his pocket.
Seeing this action, the pupils of Chester, who was sitting across the table, shrank instantly.
However, what was taken out of the man's pocket was not a pistol or other weapons, but a pale silver card.
Buckling the pale silver card on the table and gently pushing it in front of Chester, the man in the black coat continued in a relaxed tone.
The man in the black coat continued in a relaxed tone, "We sympathize very much with your experience, and we are also disappointed with the simple and crude way in which Pan-Asian Cooperation deals with the problem. Someone should teach them a lesson while they're getting carried away. If you want revenge, there is something you are interested in on this card, and maybe it can help you. "
Chester spoke with a gloomy expression.
"I hate the feeling of being ordered around. Do you think you can leave this place alive after knowing so many things? "
"Alive?" The man in black showed a surprised expression on his face, then smiled politely and said, "As a robot, I don't quite understand what you mean. But if you like, my master said that he can give me to you as a gift — "
The moment he heard this, Chester suddenly exploded, grabbed the man's wrist, and slammed his face on the table with a backhand.
Seeing the sudden conflict between the two people, there was an instant scream in the bar. The surrounding guests scattered in all directions. The bar security who noticed the situation here immediately surrounded them from the side.
"… Robot."
It's really a robot?!
Chester let go of the robot's hand. The expression on his face was full of solemnity, and even a trace of panic flashed in his calm pupils.
His identity had already been exposed.
He didn't even know who the person who targeted him and even sent this robot to him was.
The security guards next to him had already surrounded him.
The burly security captain looked at the mess on the table and the robot lying on the table. He looked at Chester up and down and spoke in a cold tone.
"Troublemakers are not welcome here. Please pay the bill and leave.
"Or, we will ask you to leave."
Without looking at the people around him, Chester didn't say a word. He just silently picked up the pale silver card from the table, then swiped his index finger in the air and paid for the drinks on the table.
There was no time to waste.
He just wanted to return to his hiding place immediately, pack up his things, and get ready to run.
No matter who it was that contacted him, his current situation wasn't too good …
The security captain didn't realize how dangerous the man standing in front of him was. He glanced at the bartender behind the bar counter. Seeing that the bartender nodded at him, he continued to look at Chester, pointed at the door with his chin, and spoke coldly.
"F * ck off."
Chester had already taken half a step toward the door, but after hearing the word "f * ck off", his footsteps suddenly stopped.
Looking back at the security guard who was a head taller than him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke unhurriedly in a tone like a poisonous snake.
"You have ten seconds to apologize to me."
Hearing these words, the security chief was slightly stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect this guy to make such a statement when surrounded by so many people.
Several security guards standing next to him laughed. They looked at Chester like he was a fool.
"Is this joker here to be funny?"
"I'm afraid he drank too much and didn't understand the situation."
"Boss, I'll fix him for you … Oh no, sober him up."
Perhaps in order to show off in front of his superior, one of the security guards stood up, clenched his fist, and approached the man with bad intentions.
However, at this moment, the robot lying on the table seemed to have come back to life. It suddenly grabbed the wine bottle on the table and slammed it into the security guard's forehead with lightning speed.
With a bang, the beer bottle burst open.
The security guard didn't even let out a groan. He fell to the ground with his head covered in blood.
Androids attacking humans?
How was this possible?!
He was shocked by the scene in front of him. Seeing the blood flowing from his colleague's forehead, the security captain's eyes suddenly turned red. He pulled out the electric baton on his waist and was about to hit it.
However, the moment he pulled out the electric baton, it was too late.
The pitch-black muzzle was already aimed at him.
Bang —
Without any nonsense, Chester coldly pulled the trigger in his hand. He first killed the security captain with one shot, then blew up the head of another security guard closest to him with one shot.
Although he had seen a lot of fights and trouble, in the cities of Pan-Asian Cooperation, it was not easy to see a situation like this.
The previously arrogant security guards began to flee in all directions, as well as the guests who were competing with each other near the door. However, Chester seemed to be afraid that the matter was not big enough. He fired a few more bullets at the door, knocking the fleeing security guards to the ground one by one.
The security guard who had been knocked out by the robot with a wine bottle woke up in a daze.
When he heard the screams in his ears, when he saw his colleague lying next to him and the muzzle aimed at him, he was stunned.
Chester looked at the dying security guard who was lying on the ground with despair in his eyes and was looking at him pleadingly. The corners of Chester's mouth curled up into a cruel and crazy arc.
"I gave you a chance …"
As he spoke, he pulled the trigger as if he was pinching an ant to death.
With the crisp sound of a gunshot, another fresh life was taken.
Chester glanced at the bartender who was shivering behind the bar. He grinned mockingly and unhurriedly put the pistol back into his pocket.
Then, he glanced at the robot next to him and spoke to himself.
"I don't need your little toys.
"I have my own plans for revenge."
He took out a black metal cylinder the size of a can from his pocket and gently placed it on the table beside him. He then walked toward the door unhurriedly under the horrified gazes of the surrounding guests and bar staff …
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