Holographic image!
It wasn't a human that came in from the beginning. Is this even something a human would do?!
Realizing this, Morinaga almost vomited blood.
However, there was no time for him to be in a daze.
The cold response woke him up from his stupor.
"Yes, Commander."
Ling's neck moved slightly, and his red pupils bloomed with a scarlet light.
The moment his eyes met those pupils, Morinaga's heart trembled slightly for some reason. Sensing the danger, he shouted, "Kill it!" Then he ran to the side door of the living room in a panic.
Da da da —
The moment he ran out of the living room, a scorching wave of air came from behind him. The automatic weapons hanging from the ceiling instantly lit up like torches, shooting out flames.
A rain of bullets fell from the sky and hit Ling's body.
The smoke of the explosion filled the entire living room like a typhoon had passed through, leaving only a mess on the ground. The expensive leather sofa and fine wood coffee table had been completely torn to pieces. Not even a complete part could be found.
Looking back, he saw that there was not even a complete floor tile in the middle of the living room.
Knowing that the robot would never survive this metal storm, Morinaga breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He stopped involuntarily.
However, just when he was about to return to the living room to see the situation, his heart suddenly tightened, and his pupils instantly shrank.
The robot standing in the center of the firepower, except for the outer skin being torn apart, had almost no substantial damage to the skeleton under the skin.
It was as if nothing had happened!
Ling glanced at the automatic weapons on the ceiling that had run out of bullets. He walked in the direction of Morinaga with a blank expression.
Morinaga retreated in the direction of the porch in horror, and he shouted loudly.
"Stop it! Stop it! "
Hearing their master's order, robot servants walked down the stairs and out of the gatehouse with sophisticated weapons in their hands. They aimed at Ling, who had just stepped through the side door of the living room, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The orange-red light flickered, and the bullets almost ignited the air.
However, compared to the previous metal storm, this drizzle was not even worth mentioning. It could not even delay Ling, who was standing in the center of the storm.
Ling walked to the robot closest to her. She reached out and pinched its neck. The robot's head seemed to have been cut off, and a string of wires separated from its body.
Ling completely ignored the bullets hitting him. He took the assault rifle from its hand, then raised the muzzle expressionlessly, aimed at the robot soldiers who were venting their firepower at him, and pulled the trigger.
The entire battlefield was quite strange.
It was clearly a group of people besieging one person, but the person who was besieged did not look the slightest bit disheveled.
On the contrary, it was like those robots infected by the ALPHA virus who were fighting like an army. They seemed to be surrounded in turn, and they were beaten up by Ling alone.
The last bullet in the magazine was fired, and the firecracker-like gunshots finally stopped. Ling glanced at the last robot soldier who fell from the handrail on the second floor. He then glanced at the empty rifle, then casually threw the toy aside.
At this moment, the buzzing of electric current suddenly sounded behind him. A plasma cutter about the size of an old-fashioned vacuum cleaner flashed with a scorching light, stabbing toward his back.
Ling, who heard the movement, turned around, reached out, grabbed the plasma jet that was stabbing toward him, and looked at the person.
The person holding the cutter in his hand was none other than the old butler who had previously served tea to the two of them. What was surprising was that he was obviously a human, but his emotionless pupils were full of fanaticism, and he was no different from other androids.
The old butler was overjoyed when he saw the robotic hand begin to melt and deform under the cutting of the high-temperature plasma jet. Seeing hope, he squeezed out a sentence from his tightly clenched teeth.
"Go to hell!"
As he spoke, he pushed the plasma cutter in his hand forward.
However, the expression on his face froze the next second.
The melted robotic hand did not turn into molten iron dripping on the ground as he wished. Instead, it spread forward like a conscious liquid, directly blocking the nozzle of the cutter.
The ejected plasma couldn't be released and was locked in the heating room. The butler didn't even have time to release the button he pressed. He watched helplessly as the cutter in his hand was melted by the expanding plasma and exploded into pieces.
"Ahhhh!"
The plasma that was released in an instant almost ignited the air.
Feeling the pain of the high-temperature airflow burning his skin, the man screamed uncontrollably.
Ling looked at the butler curled up on the ground. His arm had returned to its original state. He looked away from him blankly and cast his gaze in the direction where Morinaga escaped.
"Danger, clear.
"Continue to chase."
…
Morinaga, who fled from the mansion and rushed into the garage in a hurry, didn't even have time to choose which car to drive. He hurriedly got into the maglev sports car closest to him.
His identity had already been exposed.
Once the Security Bureau knew about his relationship with the foundation and his position in the foundation, he would basically not be able to come out of prison for the rest of his life. His wealth would also disappear.
His only way to survive now was to escape from the Pan-Asian Cooperation. It would be best to go to a place like the North Sea Alliance or the South American Alliance, then borrow a space station to escape to Mars as quickly as possible.
It was only on Mars that one could truly feel safe.
"Damn it! Why can't I start it! "
Morinaga looked at the paralyzed autopilot system and the manual driving mode that couldn't be activated. There was a touch of panic on his face.
For some reason, his beloved car was completely paralyzed as if it had been hit by an EMP. No matter how he called, it couldn't be started.
"F * ck!"
Morinaga hurriedly jumped out of the car and put on another off-road vehicle.
However …
The result was the same.
Just as he was about to try the third car in a hurry, he suddenly saw the figure that appeared at the door of the garage, as well as a small four-rotor drone that came out of nowhere.
The panic in his eyes gradually turned into bottomless despair. His hand that was holding the steering wheel slowly loosened.
"Why bother?"
A blue light was projected from the bottom of the drone, and the holographic image of Lu Zhou appeared in the garage again.
Lu Zhou walked to the side of the off-road vehicle and looked at Morinaga, who had rolled down the window and had a pleading look on his face. He smiled faintly and continued.
He smiled faintly and continued, "I'll say it back to you."
"Please …" Morinaga begged, "Let me go, I will give you all my property on Earth!"
"To me, money is just a string of unsurprising numbers."
Morinaga was tortured by the mental pressure. He roared in despair, "What the hell do you want! Why don't you let me go! "
Chasing me?
Lu Zhou couldn't help but feel a little amused.
How could this guy say something like that? Who was the one chasing after who?
However, as an elder, he was too lazy to argue with this guy.
"Tell me everything you know, about The Spirit of The Universe Foundation, about the ALPHA virus."
Hearing these words, a trace of panic flashed in Morinaga's eyes. He avoided Lu Zhou's gaze and spoke.
"I don't know … I'm just a peripheral member."
"Stop pretending." Lu Zhou suddenly sighed as if he had given up. He continued, "Forget it, interrogation is not my specialty. Since you don't want to say it, explain it to the professionals. It saves me time. "
Morinaga looked at Lu Zhou, who was making a call. He gulped.
"Who are you calling?"
Lu Zhou spoke blankly.
"Security Bureau."
"They're better at interrogating terrorists."
(On the birthday of the Act Tough King, I'm throwing flowers to celebrate ~ ~ ~ Thanks to my book friends "Luo Gu Gu", "If I'm Cold", "Weiya 0205", "The Second Vegetable Shopper", "Audrey A Veiro", "Forehead Wiper Who Forgot His Phone", and "Wood Has Wood Has Mountain" for their tips!
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