The moment he spoke, both Wang Peng and Dong Bin moved at the same time. They took out pistols from their arms, and at the moment the gunshots sounded, they flew to the side.
The electromagnetically accelerated bullets left a bullet hole the size of a bowl on the marble wall and the expensive carpet.
With such a huge kinetic energy, let alone being hit, even a slight graze would most likely cost one half of one's life.
The old man suddenly laughed and did not dodge. He just raised his crutch slightly and pointed at Wang Peng, who was hiding behind the bunker.
Almost at the same moment, Wang Peng, who was gasping for breath, suddenly felt his chest. His pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of pain appeared between his eyebrows.
"In order to make this duel fairer, I've turned off your implant … Although you might not be able to live without it, I'll just treat it as a punishment for disturbing an old man who's about to die."
The old man put down the crutch in his hand and spoke with a faint smile.
"Goodbye."
After speaking, the old man walked toward the backyard with a trembling pace with the crutch.
"Don't even think about leaving."
Wang Peng squeezed this sentence from his teeth. Only he could hear the words. He freed his left arm and pressed his chest desperately.
With the influx of air at that moment, he cleared his mind for a moment.
Although it was only a drop in the bucket, the outcome of this duel was decided in the shortest time.
"Come out, let's have a fair duel." Dong Bin, who had half of his body out of the bunker and walked out from behind the marble sculpture, stared at the location where Wang Peng was hiding, and said blankly, "You don't have much time."
As soon as he said that, a metal ball suddenly rolled out from behind the bunker.
Seeing the metal ball, Dong Bin just smiled faintly.
"EMP? That thing is indeed useful for ordinary robots, but for us awakened people, it can only be regarded as a joke at best. "
The effect of electromagnetic pulse weapons on microelectronic devices was very limited. Even without the anti-magnetic field device, even if he was directly exposed to the electromagnetic pulse weapons, the chip implanted in his brain would not be affected at all.
The moment his voice fell, a buzzing sound like a mosquito's buzz rang out, and several light bulbs in the living room instantly went out.
The light instantly dimmed, and Dong Bin's pupils suddenly shrank, and he secretly cursed in his heart.
However, just as he was about to react, a gunshot was heard.
Then, a tearing pain came from his chest. A huge force lifted him up and slammed him against the wall behind him.
"Ah …"
Blood stained the carpet. Dong Bin tried to block the bowl-sized bullet hole in his chest with his left hand, but in less than two seconds, his pupils became unfocused.
In the end, he still couldn't understand the meaning of evolution, and why he existed …
Walking out of the shadows, Wang Peng did not look at the body on the ground. Instead, he endured the feeling of suffocation and followed Lawrence's footsteps to the backyard.
He quickly walked across a path and came to a small wooden house. He slammed open the locked wooden door with his shoulder.
Sawdust burst everywhere, and the door collapsed.
Wang Peng, who rushed into the door, raised his gun and looked around. When he saw the old man wearing a nerve access device on his head and sitting in a chair, his pupils shrank instantly. He quickly stepped forward and put his index finger on the old man's neck.
The residual static told him that the old man chose to end his life.
"Damn it …"
The frustration and frustration of all his previous efforts swept through Wang Peng's whole body. Although death was also a punishment, for this guy, such a punishment was undoubtedly too light.
And Dong Bin …
The culprit of the massacre.
His body could no longer support it. Wang Peng dropped the pistol, leaned his back against the wall, pressed his hands hard on his chest, and tried to regain a trace of sobriety in his almost suffocating mind.
With this trace of sobriety, he ran smoothly to the door, flipped over the courtyard wall, and fell in the middle of the road.
The street light shone on him, and he had no extra energy to call for help. Fortunately, the movement on the road was eventually seen by the servants of a large family.
The servant called the police, and soon the police car and ambulance arrived together. After a simple first aid, he was sent to the hospital in San Francisco.
Through the investigation of the address book, the police in San Francisco contacted Xing Bian, and Xing Bian found Lu Zhou.
The next thing that happened was that the two took an aerospace flight and went to the hospital in San Francisco together …
…
San Francisco Hospital.
It was not only Xing Bian who came to the hospital with Lu Zhou, but also the embassy staff.
The North America Alliance issued a diplomatic protest against the appearance of the agents they wanted to cooperate with on a mission in their own territory.
After all, breaking into private houses with weapons was a serious criminal case. If they didn't do anything about it, they wouldn't be respected.
However, for now, it seemed that the Pan-Asian Cooperation did not take the protest of the North America Alliance seriously.
When he first arrived at the hospital, Lu Zhou could clearly see the helpless and aggrieved look on the face of the San Francisco Police Chief.
"All his organs have failed. Although we have replaced him with a new bionic lung … At this point, it is basically hopeless."
The doctor standing next to the hospital bed, with a holographic medical record in his hand, had no expression on his face.
The entire city of San Francisco was like hell these two days. People were sent to the hospital by car, and finally, they were sent out by car. The families with the means chose to hang on, and the families without the means were forced to choose euthanasia for their family members who had become vegetative …
Up until now, he had basically become numb to death.
The expression on Lu Zhou's face was slightly stagnant. He spoke solemnly.
"What about replacing all those failed organs?"
"Including the brain?" The doctor glanced at him as if he was looking at a fool. He continued, "Maybe the technology of the Pan-Asian Cooperation is a little more advanced, but at least as far as I have heard, no hospital in the world can perform head replacement surgery … If you really don't want to part with your friend, just customize a robot."
The doctor felt that this was a completely reasonable suggestion. After all, the crisis of the ALPHA virus seemed to have been solved by the Pan-Asian Cooperation.
Looking at Lu Zhou, who had fallen into silence, he didn't say a word. He turned around and left the room with the case, going to another ward.
Feeling the atmosphere was a little depressing, Xing Bian sniffed and sighed deeply.
"I'm going out for a smoke."
It was his idea to involve Wang Peng in this matter. He felt a little sorry for the person next to him.
After speaking, he also turned around and left, gently closing the door.
The ward became quiet.
Looking at his old friend lying on the ventilator, Lu Zhou was silent for a while before speaking to himself.
"I used to think that the separation was only a blink of an eye, and it would eventually be smoothed out by the long years, but during this time, I have also discovered that my understanding of sensibility is still a bit too simple.
"How should I say this, watching my friends leave one by one is indeed a painful thing.
"It seems that immortality is indeed a bottle of poison. Maybe I did make the wrong choice …"
Suddenly, Lu Zhou smiled and shook his head.
"Sorry, I said something strange … Xiao Ai, can you please turn off the surveillance in the ward for me?"
The surveillance in the corner of the ceiling flashed a red light slightly. Although there was no response, Lu Zhou knew that Xiao Ai had already done it for him.
After thinking about the future for five minutes, Lu Zhou, who had already made a decision in his heart, took out a red test tube from his arms.
"… Fortunately, I still have a second chance to choose when it comes to evolution."
Lu Zhou reached out and took off the ventilator on his face. He poured the liquid in the test tube down.
"Have a good sleep."
Standing up from the chair, Lu Zhou put the ventilator back on him, then stuffed the empty test tube back into his arms.
Looking at his friend lying on the bed, he smiled and spoke softly.
"When you get up tomorrow, everything will be fine."
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