Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Not a single sign.

The ark lying on the bed had not yet reacted, so he saw the courier in the video window pulling out a pistol and pointing a bullet at Ling's chest.

Boom!

A light blue electric spark exploded in Lin's chest.

After the hit, the life-like courier at the door did not inadvertently stop, but pulled the trigger continuously, shooting at Ling's chest and head, directly emptying a magazine.

For biomimetics, EMP weapons are far more lethal than ordinary kinetic weapons, basically losing their mobility if they take one shot, not to mention the whole conversation.

The action skillfully put the pistol into his arms, the bionic courier did not take care of Ling, who stood at the door, reaching out to retrieve the package he had previously delivered from his hand.

And yet, at this point, the scene that made it and the people behind it, in any case, never occurred to them.

The package is like being chained to a tank that weighs dozens of tons. No matter how hard it is, there is no way to retrieve it from Ling's hand. Even the imitator standing at the door can't shake his body for a second.

At the same time, the red pupils suddenly gave off a ray of orangutan red light.

Like the person who was fine, Ling had been sturdy shot by a magazine before, and her left hand continued to hold the package, releasing her right hand to reach the neck of the bionic courier and lifting it off the ground like a chicken.

“Danger, clear. ”

The expression of the living man appeared a little painful, struggling to reach his hands to his neck, his legs slipping indiscriminately on Ling's body, trying to break the hand of the card master's own neck.

However, that hand, like an iron plier, held it steadily in the middle of the air and could not lift a little bit of the wind no matter how it struggled.

At this point, the sound of the ark came from far away from the house.

“Lin, take out its memory body. ”

“Aye, Commander. ”

Upon hearing the order of the ark, Ling threw the package on the ground, and his left hand, like a blade, plunged directly into the living man's chest.

Yet, just as it was about to pull the memory out of the creature's body, a white smoke suddenly broke out of the package.

The moment he saw the white smoke, the ark lying on the bedroom bed instinctively created a slight bad feeling in his heart, yet he had not had time to react. The deafening explosion flooded his eardrum, and the tremor coming from the bedplate almost lifted him to the ground.

Then the ark saw with the light, the door of the bedroom passed a dark shadow, and the hot air waves and shock waves almost blew the shoe cabinet at the door onto the balcony...

Looking at that wretched living room, the whole ark was stupid.

Crazy...

This is crazy!

I hadn't met an assassin a hundred years ago. At best, I was surrounded by pirates on a field trip. I didn't expect the killer to come to the door a hundred years later.

And still holding such a huge bomb...

Is the way people solve problems in this day and age so simple and rude?

Meanwhile, Ling, standing in the center of the explosion, looked at the wreckage of the only neck left in her hand, at the broken wall around her and at the wretched living room.

The red light in her eyes gradually faded away, Ling said to herself.

“Target, lock. ”

“Start chasing…”

……

“Shit! ”

Chester, sitting in front of a holographic computer in an underground rental house a few kilometres apart, hammered him on the table with a punch and shouted in his mouth.

Originally, according to his plan, after opening the door, the imitator he controlled first opened the door with a bullet, and then went into the house with a package and detonated it.

It would be better if the Ark opened the door itself.

He will push the trigger switch directly to take him away.

However, there was a deviation from the plan from the outset.

Not only was the biomimetic fearful, but he didn't even use the EMP pistol.

Anyway, that's a little exaggerated. You know, he's emptied a whole magazine!

After taking so many EMP bullets firmly, even if the outer bone armor of an orbital airborne brigade is placed there, it should lose its fighting power?! However, that guy is just like nothing...

“Electromagnetic shielding armor? ”

“… for two reasons. ”

Looking at a snowflake screen, Chester snapped and pushed away the chair and stood up.

Any remotely controlled behavior inevitably leaves a mark.

Whether you get a shot or not, it's no longer safe here.

Without any bullshit, he removed an aluminum hot grenade from his arms, gently placed it on the top of the full range of computer chassis, pushed away the safety and pressed the button for the delay detonation.

Then he picked up the suitcase he had packed and walked towards the door.

The moment he closed the door, on the chassis of the holographic computer behind him, there was already a flashing white light. The metal chassis enclosure, like molten ice, is turned into a pile of waste in a hot redox reaction.

Coming to the parking lot, throwing the suitcase in the trunk, Chester in the car skillfully started the engine, switched to cruise mode and set up a safe house in the outskirts he had prepared.

The assassination was clearly a failure.

Obviously, the Master Lu is also a master at using smart devices.

But then it makes sense why there are so many human remains on flight N-177 that he can kill a hijacker on a whole flight by himself.

In that bloodthirsty pupil, suddenly a glimmer of excitement flashed, watching the street view flying out the window and the neon glimpse, Chester licked his dry lips.

It's kind of interesting...

Few goals are so pleasant to him.

……

Twenty minutes after the explosion.

Police cars have surrounded the entire apartment building.

Standing in front of the isolation belt, looking at a dark door, the man dressed in a formal suit frowned and squeezed the crowd to the side of the police officer handling the case and said openly.

“How's the man? ”

His name is Shihong and he is the secretary of the office of the President of the Pan-Asian Cooperation Council. He had been working in Jinling for a few days, and after hearing about the explosion in front of Master Lu's house, Li Guangya immediately asked him to drop the work at hand and rush over.

“The killer should have found this place through the footage of the story...”

Looking at the number of door tags nearby, the officer looked sharply at the secretary of the guard who was walking towards him and continued, "If I were you, I should have reviewed my work mistakes. ”

Weisson: “This is indeed our negligence. ”

Seeing Wei Song sincerely expressed his apologies, the police officer did not say anything anymore, just briefly.

“Let him live somewhere else. It's no longer safe here. If it's convenient, let him cooperate with us to make a statement. I always feel like he's hiding something from me...”

While silence as a victim is justifiable, and the limitations on power imposed by the Pan-Asian Cooperation Act leave no room for victims to talk, this will undoubtedly increase the difficulty of handling cases.

From the point of view of a police officer, he still hoped that the Ark would cooperate honestly with them in their work, at least telling them who was going to open the door at the time and, if so, why only the remains of one imitator had been left behind.

Upon hearing this, Wei Song smiled bitterly and nodded.

“I'll try. ”

After that, he crossed the isolation belt and walked into the house.

The house was in worse shape than the doorway, from the front door to the living room, almost completely destroyed, as if it had been a typhoon.

After standing in a wretched living room, Wei Songsi glanced down and quickly saw the ark sitting next to the dining room wine cabinet, and walked towards him.

“Hello Academician Lu, this is Li Guangya's secretary, Wei Song. This is my business card. ”

Accepting the holographic card, he was almost used to the way people greeted him in this era. He looked at Secretary Wei standing in front of him and asked.

“Who's trying to kill me? Do you have an idea? ”

Wei Song's face showed a slight expression of embarrassment and continued.

“We would also like to know how soon the perpetrators can be brought to justice. I'm so sorry for what happened to you. The case is still under investigation and I will let you know if there is any progress. ”

Speaking of which, Weisson paused for a moment and continued.

“Also, for security reasons, our advice is that you should still have a safer, more secluded place to stay. It's hard to protect your assassin from another attack. ”

“If you haven't thought of the right place yet, we can help you--”

The ark shook its head, saying.

“No, I'll take care of it myself. ”

Weisson: “Of course, we respect your choice. Just a suggestion from our side, it would be better if you try to avoid choosing as many places as possible, so that we can provide protection for your safety and, secondly, for other people's lives. ”

Security?

Hearing the word, the ark smiled lightly and did not speak.

Honestly, he still can't fully believe that Li Guangya is here, how can he reassure the guy that his life is safe?

Although logically, it is not a good thing for him if something happens to him.

But when did the real world talk about logic?

He's not a kid anymore.

Ark: “You said you'd help me, right? ”

Wei Song nodded immediately.

“I'll do what I can. ”

“Well, I'm going to build my own house in the suburbs," I looked at Li Guangya's secretary, and Ark Boat continued, “That compensation for my late home, just give me the plot of land, should be fine? ”

“No problem," said Wei Songhan, staring at the ark, “but you are going to find a place to live, can you build it now? ”

“You don't have to worry about this,” he looked at Wei Song, the ark continued in a relaxed tone, “I'll take care of the house myself, you just have to help me with the formalities as soon as possible. ”