Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Hologram!

It wasn't a person who came in from the beginning. Is this what people do?!

Aware of this, Morinaga almost didn't have a bite of old blood coming out.

However, there was no time to leave him alone.

The cold response woke him from his gaze.

“Yes, Commander. ”

Ling's neck twitched slightly, and the red pupil gave off a scarlet light.

And the moment the pupil looked up, Morinaga somehow had a slight tremor in her heart. Pretending to be dangerous, he shouted "Kill it”. Then rushed to the side door of the living room in panic.

Da-da-da-da-da-

Almost as soon as his front foot ran out of the living room, a scorching wave came from behind. You see an automatic weapon hanging from the ceiling, instantly like a lit torch, saving the flame.

The sky poured rain from the sky and slapped on Ling's body.

The explosion was brimming with smoke, and the entire living room was like a typhoon crossing, leaving nothing but a mess. The prestigious leather sofa and fine wood coffee table have been completely torn to pieces and not even a complete piece can be found.

Looking back, you can't even find a full floor tile in the center of the living room.

The biomimetic could never survive this metal storm. Morinaga was relieved and his footsteps stopped voluntarily.

However, as he was about to return to the living room to see what was happening, his heart suddenly tightened and his pupils suddenly contracted to a point.

Only the biomimetic man standing at the center of the fire was seen with little substantial damage to the skeleton under his skin, except for the skin that was torn outside.

The whole person is just like the one who's fine!

After glancing at the automatic weapons that had been emptied by the bullets on the ceiling, Ling looked at Mori Yongwon without expression.

Morinagawa retreated in the direction of the porch in horror and shouted out loud.

“Stop it! Stop it! ”

Hearing the master's order, a living servant walked down the stairs, walked out the door room, held a fine weapon in his hand, pointed at Ling, who had just stepped over the side door of the living room, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The orange red flame flashed, and the bullets fired almost lit the air.

However, compared to the previous round of metal storms, this hairy rain is not worth mentioning, not even delaying Lin's steps at the center of the storm.

She walked to the nearest imitator to herself, and Ling stretched out her hand and grabbed her neck, not lightly, and then saw the head as if it had been cut off, dragging a string of wires and splitting her body apart.

Ignoring the bullet that hit her completely, Ling took the barrel-heated assault rifle out of her hand, and then lifted the gun openly, aiming at the biomimic soldiers who fired at her, pulling the trigger like a name.

The whole battlefield is pretty weird.

It was obviously a group of people that surrounded a person, but the person who was besieged could not find a trace of the slightest wolf.

Instead, it was like those who fought like legions and were infected with the Alpha virus, like they were surrounded in reverse, beaten to bits by Ling alone.

The last bullet in the magazine burst into the chamber, like a firecracker, finally stopped shooting. After a glance at the last biomimic warrior who fell from the armrest on the second floor, Ling looked at the rifle with the empty magazine and threw the toy aside at will.

At this point, the current buzzed behind it, and a plasma cutter about the size of an antique vacuum cleaner flashed a burning light and poked up behind it.

Hearing the motion, Ling turned around and reached out and grabbed the plasma shooting at her and looked at the person.

It's not just someone else holding the cutter in their hand, it's the old butler who used to serve tea for both of them. Surprisingly, it was a human being, but the pupil without emotion was full of fanaticism and death like any other imitator.

Watching that robot begin to melt and deform under the cut of a high-temperature plasma jet, the old butler's heart was overwhelmed. Seeing the hope for him, he squeezed a sentence out of that biting seam.

“Go to hell! ”

As he said, he pushed the plasma cutter forward in his hand.

The next second, however, the expression on his face solidified there.

Seeing that the melting robot did not turn into a drop of iron on the ground as he wished, but spread forward like a conscious liquid, directly blocking the cutter's vent.

The injected plasma could not be released and locked in the heating chamber. The butler could not even release the pressed button and watched as the cutter in his hand was melted by the expanded plasma and blown to pieces.

“Ahhh! ”

The instantly released plasma ignites almost all of the air.

Feeling the pain of the high temperature airflow burning his skin, the man screamed uncontrollably.

Watching the butler curled down on the floor, sometime his arm had been restored to its original appearance. He looked away from him with no expression, and then turned his eyes to Morinagawa's escape direction.

“Danger, clear. ”

“Go on, chase. ”

……

Running away from the villa and rushing into the garage, Morinaga won't even have time to pick which one to flee, he rushed to the nearest magnetic hovering sedan.

His identity is already violent. exposed.

Once someone in the Security Service knows about his relationship with the foundation and his place in the foundation, he basically doesn't have to go out of jail for the rest of his life, and all the prosperity and riches will be shadowed.

His only viable path now was to escape from Pan-Asian cooperation, preferably to places such as the North Sea Alliance or the South American Alliance, and then to flee to Mars at the fastest possible speed.

Only on Mars can there be security in the true sense.

“Shit! It won't start! ”

Looking at the paralyzed automated driving system and the manual driving mode, which could not be activated at all, Morinagawa's face was in a state of panic.

Not knowing exactly what happened, his car was completely paralyzed like an EMP hit, and no matter how he called it, it couldn't start.

“Grass!”

Morinaga jumped out of the car in a hurry and switched to another off-road vehicle.

However…

The result is the same.

Just as he was busily preparing to try the third car, sitting in the driver's seat, he suddenly saw the figure appearing at the garage door and a small quad-rotor drone that didn't know where to come from.

The panic in his eyes eventually gradually grew into deep, bottomless despair, and he held the steering wheel's hand and slowly loosened it.

“Why do you have to? ”

The blue light projected from beneath the drone, and holographic images of the ark appeared again in the garage.

Walking next to the Land Cruiser, he looked down at Morinaga Yuan, whose face was full of pleading colors, and the ark smiled slightly and continued.

“… I'll give it back to you. ”

“Please…” Morinaga begged, “Leave me alone, I'll give you all my property on earth! ”

“Money, to me, is just a series of numbers with no surprise. ”

Almost collapsed by the stress, Morinagawa growled as if she had abandoned herself: “What do you want? Why are you chasing me? ”

Chase him or not?

The ark couldn't help but be a little funny.

How could this guy say something like that, who's chasing who and not letting go?

But as an elder, he's too lazy to fight this guy.

“Tell me everything you know about the Spirit of the Universe Foundation, about the Alpha virus. ”

When he heard this, Mori Yongwon's eyes flashed with panic and avoided his gaze and said.

“I don't know… I'm just a peripheral member. ”

“Stop pretending," he said, suddenly giving up as if he were sighing, “well, interrogation was not my specialty. Since you don't want to say it, go explain it to the professionals, and save me time. ”

Looking at the ark that started dialing the phone, Morinaga swallowed a mouthful of spit.

“Who are you calling? ”

The canoe said expressionlessly.

“Security. ”

“Interrogate KBs, they're better at it. ”

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