Black saw that the Type-VI Hunting Robot on the screen was out of bullets, so he turned to look at the special operations team that was resting at the side.
Not long ago, they had just finished a fierce battle on the fifth floor, and they had lost half of their team members. Every member of the special operations team had at least some injuries. In the end, they had only rested for less than 20 minutes, and now they had to go back into battle.
However, they did not complain, and there was no sign of complaint on their faces. The team leader nodded at Black and led his team to the elevator.
However, just as they were about to board the elevator, a voice came from behind them. "Wait."
Miss F stood up from the sofa. "I'll go with you."
Black looked a little surprised. "Aren't you friends with Zhang Heng? Mr. G told me that you can stay out of this matter."
"If he thinks that I'm someone who would put my personal feelings above the organization's business, then he doesn't know me very well," Miss F said calmly. "And your special operations team might be able to stop that robot, but they definitely can't stop Zhang Heng. You need me."
After a pause, she added, "Also, don't do such a thing again. If Mr. G wants me to take action, just give me the order. There's no need to use dead people to provoke me."
"…"
This time, Black's back was really drenched in cold sweat. He opened his mouth to say something, but Miss F had already gotten into the elevator with the special operations team.
The battle below was nearing its end. Zhang Heng and Qiu Ming had already dealt with two waves of reinforcements, and the Type-VI Hunting Robot under Feng Zi's control finally rushed into the hall.
However, at that moment, Zhang Heng stopped in his tracks. He looked up and saw a dozen figures rapidly descending from the steel frame outside the signal tower. As they landed, they released the steel cables around their waists.
Their attire was exactly the same as the two exoskeleton warriors Zhang Heng had met in the hotel corridor. Each of them was wearing the military's latest generation exoskeleton equipment, and their movements were well-trained and coordinated.
However, after this group of people landed, they didn't care about Zhang Heng at all. Most of them rushed toward the Type-VI Hunting Robot in the hall. Only one person focused his attention on Qiu Ming.
Zhang Heng also didn't move because his gaze was completely attracted by the other figure above his head.
— Miss F.
She did not land on the ground with the others. She continued to stand on the steel frame, one hand holding onto the steel beam beside her, the other holding onto her alloy sword. Her figure seemed a little hazy in the smoke.
Just like Zhang Heng, she did not pay attention to the battles elsewhere. Her eyes were fixed on Zhang Heng.
The two of them looked at each other for about two seconds.
After that, Zhang Heng saw Miss F put the alloy sword in her normal hand. After that, she took a step forward, and her body fell from the steel frame!
She did not wear a steel cable around her waist like the Special Ops members. In fact, other than a sword, she did not carry anything else. She just jumped down from the steel frame.
Her body continued to accelerate under the effect of gravity! One had to know that other than a mechanical prosthetic arm, her other organs were still that of an ordinary human. If she were to jump down like that, she would definitely die.
However, there was no fear on Miss F's face. Seeing that she was about to hit the ground twenty meters away, she finally moved and grabbed the outermost steel column with her mechanical prosthetic arm.
The next moment, sparks flew where her palm came into contact with the steel column.
At the same time, however, Miss F's falling speed did slow down. In the end, she bent her knees slightly to remove the remaining force, and finally stood in front of Zhang Heng, safe and sound.
It had been less than two hours since the last time the two met.
At that time, Zhang Heng and Miss F were still working together to deal with a berserk Type-VI Hunter Robot. Now, the two of them had become each other's enemies.
Miss F looked at Zhang Heng with a slightly complicated gaze, but she quickly regained her calmness. She did not ask Zhang Heng why he came here, nor did she ask him for an explanation. She only said three words, "Draw your sword."
However, she did not expect Zhang Heng to shake his head when he heard that. "This sword is not used to deal with friends."
After saying that, Zhang Heng inserted the Shrouded Sheath into the empty space beside his feet. He then said to Miss F, "Wait a minute."
Miss F frowned, but she did not say anything. She stood in place and watched Zhang Heng walk into a closed western restaurant next door. Three minutes later, Zhang Heng walked out again, carrying a bag full of knives of various shapes.
"These are kitchen utensils, not weapons," Miss F reminded someone.
"To me, they are weapons," Zhang Heng replied.
"My sword is made of tungsten steel alloy. It's extremely hard, and ordinary weapons can't compete with it at all. Not to mention the knives in your hand."
"I know. That's why I took such a big bag."
Zhang Heng wrapped the knives in cloth and hung them on both sides of his body. He first picked out two boning knives from the bag, held them in his hand, and made a gesture to Miss F.
So Miss F stopped talking nonsense and exchanged the tungsten steel sword with the mechanical prosthetic arm. After that, she moved and slashed at Zhang Heng's right arm.
Just like her, Miss F's swordsmanship was not fancy at all. It was a pure embodiment of speed. Under the influence of modern technology, her movements had broken through the physiological limits of the human body. From drawing the sword to swinging it, it only took her 0.1 seconds to complete the whole set of movements in one go.
If an ordinary person were to face her attack, they would not even have time to blink before getting stabbed.
However, this time, her opponent was Zhang Heng. With a clink, Zhang Heng had already blocked Miss F's lightning-fast sword with the boning knife in his hand.
After that, Zhang Heng's body moved, and the other boning knife in his hand drew a strange arc, stabbing at Miss F's throat. But at this time, Miss F had already retracted her tungsten steel sword, and the knife and sword clashed again!
After a short pause, Zhang Heng attacked even more fiercely!!!
Miss F's tungsten steel sword had turned into a ball of green light, and the clanging sounds became more frequent. After blocking for about four times, the boning knife in Zhang Heng's left hand let out a whine and broke completely. Then, the boning knife in his right hand also followed its companion's footsteps. However, Zhang Heng still did not panic. While retreating, he reached into his bag and took out two more kitchen knives. He then used them to block Miss F's sword.
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