1602, Machine Partner
Seeing that Tang Yu had accepted the position of White King, Sebastian Shaw was secretly happy. For his plan, there was no such thing as too many powerful companions like Tang Yu. He turned to the others and said, "Miss Emma, I invite you to become the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. Are you willing?"
Emma smiled faintly and said, "I accept."
"Very well, Harry Leland will be our Black Bishop, and Donald Pierce …" Shaw looked at Donald, who had fainted on the ground, with some contempt and said, "His knowledge is still precious, so he will succeed Tang Yu's vacated position as the White Bishop. Riptide will be the white chariot, and Red Devil will be the black chariot! "
With that, Shaw sat on the black throne in front of the round table, facing the white throne that Tang Yu was sitting on. He said loudly, "This is us, the new Hellfire Club!! The Chosen One Council no longer exists!! Today, we are … the Lords-of-the-Cardinal Lords! "
Looking at the high-spirited Sebastian Shaw, the surviving members of the Hellfire Club looked at him with horror in their eyes. Then they looked at Tang Yu, and hope appeared in their eyes.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Tang Yu clapped his hands and said, "This is a new beginning. Very good. But there are still many things to do, and this place is in a mess. I think we should gather again in three days. These people also need to be treated. "
"What you said makes sense, White King. Then let's do it in three days. I look forward to your wise opinion … "Sebastian Shaw said slowly.
Tang Yu stood up and said to him, "I know what you want, Shaw. But you need to know one thing. Today's enemies may not be enemies in the future, and today's friends may not be friends in the future. If we do nothing, then everyone will be dragged into the Primal Chaos beyond redemption. "
"What are you trying to say?" Shaw asked.
Tang Yu pointed to the white throne behind him and said, "A king must know how to suppress his own desires and emotions. The greater the authority, the greater the power, the more cautious one had to be in using it. Your power and strength today may become a sharp sword piercing your chest tomorrow. For that matter, Sebastian Shaw, you're not good enough. "
"Hehe! Do I need a little brat to teach me these things? How old are you, Tang Yu, 25? 26 years old? How much have you been through? You probably weren't even born when I was talking to Hitler in Nazi Germany, "Xiao Luo said coldly.
"That's why I said that you're not enough. Perhaps my time as a king is longer than your life? " Tang Yu smiled coldly and ignored him. He went to the survivors and asked them to find their attendants and send them to treatment.
After a few attendants came in, they were completely shocked by the bloody scene in front of them. Tang Yu said to them, "You don't need to know anything else. Send these people to be treated. Then, ask them to come to me tomorrow. I have something to say. "
…
On a corn farm in Nevada, USA.
A little boy, about eight or nine years old, was in a messy warehouse on the farm. He seemed to be talking to himself in the dark. "Yesterday, Ian sent someone to collect the debt. Dad told me to go out and play by myself. He told me it would be fine. But this morning, I saw bruises all over his face …"
"Alan, do you want money? I can give you an uncountable amount of money … "A low, hoarse, and somewhat trembling voice came from the darkness.
"No, Dad said I can only use the money I got with my own hands," the boy named Alan said, shaking his head.
"Then do you want power? Power that can easily kill Ian. Kill him, and no one will come to harass your father, "the voice in the darkness continued.
"Don't joke around. Ian is super powerful! No one dares to mess with him in Ruth! I heard he can kill a bull with one punch! If it were you, you would fall apart if he moved a finger. "Alan waved his hands, looking a little scared.
"Then what do you want?" the voice in the dark asked.
"I want to run this farm with my parents. I want to pay off my debts. Then, I will work on the farm during the day and read at home at night. What do you think? Haha, if I can fix you, you can definitely help me do a lot of farm work, Redoubt! "Alan said with a smile.
Thump, thump, thump. A heavy footstep came from the darkness of the warehouse, mixed with the clanking sound of metal colliding. Then, a pale red light suddenly lit up in the dark!
Alan's eyes lit up and he said loudly, "Can you walk?"
"I adjusted the structure of my legs. I found some usable parts in the warehouse last night," the voice in the dark said. Said the voice in the darkness. Following the sound of footsteps, a black figure staggered out from the shadows.
It was an indescribably broken robot! The robot's body was assembled from various agricultural machinery. There was a diesel generator on its back, and an electric fan motor could be clearly seen on its arm. The transmission system was modified from a sewing machine. The belt on it was also broken, and it was barely attached with staples and tape.
The robot walked with a limp because its left leg was modified from a lawnmower. Perhaps this was what the robot said it found last night that could be used.
However, what was a little scary was the robot's head. It was a lifelike metal human face. You could clearly see the mohawk and goatee on this face. The red light just now was emitted from its eyes. However, the face was only half a face. It was connected to the robot's body with countless wires. It looked extremely strange.
Alan screamed when he saw it and said loudly, "It's over! Redoubt, you're in trouble! This is the lawnmower that my father just repaired a while ago! "
"It's because this machine is in good condition that I can move," the robot said.
"Ah … if my father finds out, he will definitely beat me up …" Alan covered his forehead in distress.
As they were talking, a man's voice suddenly came from outside the warehouse. "Alan! Do you see my lawnmower? Hans next door said he would buy it for five dollars! " Kacha, the warehouse door opened without any explanation, and a middle-aged man wearing tattered clothes walked in.
"Hey! Dad! Why did you come in directly? We agreed that this warehouse is my personal space! "Alan shouted. He turned around and wanted to push the middle-aged man out.
"Wait, Alan … what is this?" The middle-aged man grabbed Alan and pointed at the robot standing inside the warehouse.
The redoubt looked at the middle-aged man with half of its face and said coldly, "You are just … a mortal …"
"This thing can talk!" The middle-aged man shouted. He was surprised and suddenly said, "Wait! Maybe we can sell this talking machine for a good price! Someone will definitely buy it at a high price! We can sell it for at least 50 dollars! No, 100 dollars! "
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