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Chapter 457

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It suddenly became quiet in the office building. Ren Xiaosu walked slowly through the blood. Only the sound of flowing blood could be heard around him. It sounded like all the enemies in this building had died.

As he walked up the stairs to the fourth floor, Ren Xiaosu suddenly realized there didn't seem to be any defenses above the fourth floor. It was a little strange.

There was a locked door between the third and fourth floors, and it seemed like even the officers in this building were not allowed to go up.

With a crack, Ren Xiaosu broke the door open. When he went up to the fourth floor, he secretly hid behind a window and looked outside. He saw over a hundred soldiers gathering outside the building.

Ren Xiaosu gave them a cold look before starting to search the entire fourth floor. It would still take some time for the combat brigade outside the base to return. But if there were only 500 Soong Clan soldiers in this base, then including the 100 or so he had killed just now, there would only be 200 or 300 soldiers gathered outside at most.

Honestly, Ren Xiaosu was looking forward to luring more of the Soong Clan's troops back here. That way, he would have more opportunities to kill the Soong Clan's higher-ups once he rushed out.

At this point, Ren Xiaosu believed his act of breaking into the Soong Clan's base had disrupted the Soong Clan's plans.

He casually broke open a locked door, but Ren Xiaosu was startled by what he saw. He instinctively tried to dodge to the side because there were 30 soldiers standing in this spacious room!

But Ren Xiaosu reacted immediately. After he broke open the door, the soldiers in the room did not move at all. They stood there quietly like statues.

Ren Xiaosu cautiously looked over and was shocked to discover he actually knew these soldiers!

Weren't these the nanosoldiers from the Yang Clan?!

When Yang Xiaojin was assigned to exterminate bandits, her third uncle assigned her a platoon of nanosoldiers to protect her.

But Yang Xiaojin suddenly led Ren Xiaosu in another direction. After that, Ren Xiaosu never saw these nanosoldiers again.

But shouldn't these nanosoldiers continue heading north with Zong Cheng? Even if they failed to exterminate the bandits or encountered some other accident, they shouldn't be standing here like statues, right?

Suddenly, Ren Xiaosu recalled what Zhang Jinglin had told him. "According to some clues, they suspect that Zong Cheng's superpower is to control others."

Ren Xiaosu had a thought. Could these nanosoldiers have already been controlled by Zong Cheng and used as trump cards?

At this moment, the voice from the palace said in his mind, "Detected nanomachines under unconscious control. Do you want to connect?"

Ren Xiaosu was taken aback. In the past, the nanomachines could only be refurbished after the nanosoldiers died. Why did it change this time?

No, Ren Xiaosu recalled what the palace had just said. He realized the condition for the palace to be able to refurbish the nanomachines was not whether they were dead or alive, but whether there was a consciousness controlling them.

And these nanosoldiers were in a dormant state after being controlled by Zong Cheng. So could their "consciousness" have also been forcefully put into dormancy by Zong Cheng?

It had to be said that living to this point was already very miserable. It was a fate worse than death.

"Refurbish!" Ren Xiaosu answered crisply.

Ever since the battle in the wilderness, Ren Xiaosu often missed the nanomachines. That was because the armor gave him an extra life and allowed him to ignore normal firearms for a short period of time!

But even though he missed them, he never had a chance to find new nanomachines. He did not hold out much hope at first, but today, he was unexpectedly reunited with the nanomachines at the Soong Clan.

As the saying went, one could wear out iron shoes in fruitless searching, only to find it by chance by chance.

"Reloading program …

"Restoring factory settings …

"Erasing online program …

"Matching successful."

The silver stream was gathering towards Ren Xiaosu, and he could feel the familiar power returning to his body.

Hurried footsteps came from downstairs again. It looked like the troops gathered outside had lost their patience and wanted to storm in.

But Ren Xiaosu chose to ignore them this time and focused on receiving all the nanomachines.

In the face of the armor, what were a few hundred Soong Clan soldiers? Ren Xiaosu felt a sense of security permeate his heart.

Once he regained control of this power, the higher-ups of the Soong Clan living in Stronghold 146 would have to pray for him in advance!

This was Ren Xiaosu at his peak! And Stronghold 146 was destined to be his last battlefield in the Northwest!

No, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt that the higher-ups of the Soong Clan didn't need to pray anymore. They could just wait for their deaths.

But before all the nanomachines could enter his body, the nanosoldiers around him suddenly pounced on him. The nanosoldiers seemed to have received some sort of command. Ren Xiaosu frowned. Zong Cheng must have gotten close enough to control the nanosoldiers!

Zong Cheng!

When this name flashed through Ren Xiaosu's mind, he was filled with killing intent.

All the nanosoldiers pounced on him. But without nanomachines, the nanosoldiers were as fragile as paper to Ren Xiaosu.

At the same time the nanosoldiers made their move, someone rushed in from outside the door in an attempt to cooperate with the nanosoldiers to kill Ren Xiaosu. It was Zong Cheng!

Ren Xiaosu sneered as he unsheathed his saber and slashed at him. But when Zong Cheng entered the door, he realized something was wrong and immediately retreated, narrowly avoiding Ren Xiaosu's black saber!

Zong Cheng stared blankly at the nanosoldiers with broken bones. He roared at Ren Xiaosu, "Where did the nanomachines go? Why are there no more nanomachines on these nanosoldiers?"

As Ren Xiaosu controlled the last of his Milky Way to submerge into his blood vessels, he patiently explained, "Isn't it normal for nanosoldiers to not have nanomachines on them? There's no wife in the wife-cake either."

At this moment, he was certain that although Zong Cheng could control others, it was not like how he could control his shadow clone. All of his senses would be transmitted back to him in a timely manner.

Otherwise, Zong Cheng would not have rushed in.

At this moment, Zong Cheng was not in the mood to entertain Ren Xiaosu's lousy joke. He realized one of his greatest trump cards had been destroyed, so he jumped out of the window in the corridor behind him without hesitation. He decisively jumped from the fourth floor in an attempt to join up with the garrison troops and escape. He knew very well that he was no match for Ren Xiaosu!

Jumping from the fourth floor was still better than dying on the spot!

But this time, Ren Xiaosu was definitely not going to let him continue living.

If he missed this opportunity, Zong Cheng would probably hide his identity and escape from this place. At that time, it would be difficult to find him again in the vast sea of people.

So for Ren Xiaosu, he only had one chance.

Ren Xiaosu instantly donned his armor and stood by the window. He saw Zong Cheng limping as he fled into the Zong Consortium's defensive line. As he ran, he shouted, "Kill the man by the window! Open fire! "

But when the dense barrage of bullets hit the armor, they could only create sparks.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Soong Clan's soldiers watched as the huge and burly armor suddenly leaped into the air and landed heavily in front of them.

Ren Xiaosu had destroyed the Soong Clan's defensive line in the most domineering manner possible!

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