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The Turing level of the clubhouse management system is only B4. As a result, he was easily fooled by the mysterious killer, without any doubt about the victim.Not only did it kick six "gladiator stars" into the arena in accordance with the predetermined procedure, but it also prohibited the security company from sending rescue teams, which made it extremely helpful.Low-level artificial intelligence is such a virtue. The problem is that the computing resources of the closed world are inadequate all the year round. “Save if you can save” has long been a guiding principle, and most of the time it can only be improvised......

When the management system and the security company were on top, the mysterious killer did not wait in place.He detonated the EMP bomb calmly, trapping the audience for nearly four hours.During this period, he wandered around like a tourist, and easily hacked into the closed-circuit television and stole all the videos recorded that day.

After the rescue team got through the elevator shaft, the mysterious killer may have had a good time, or he may have been disgusted enough by the rich guys, so he didn't stay in the arena anymore, patted his butt and returned to the ground.Although the tracer hadn't tracked down this guy's subsequent journey, Dorothy had already guessed at odds and ends, and there was no need for additional evidence.[Gladiator training ground.Listen to the guns above, where else can that guy go except where the slaves live?

The military camp located in the northwest of the base was completely reduced to a battlefield at this moment.Explosions came and went one after another, mixed with the roar of 155mm airborne guns; cavalry chariots were working hard on the ground, 40 guns "dangdangdang" fired continuously, like a hammer hitting a steel plate, with a rhythmic sense; drone swarms buzzed Buzzing, covering the battlefield on a scale of hundreds of thousands, they drop incendiary bombs like locusts laying eggs, blowing up a large area of ​​flames in a short time, making the battlefield more lively than Chinatown during the Spring Festival.

The private security company used all its strength.The FBI, NSA, and DHS also dragged the guns in their hands, "DaDaDaDa" playing extremely happily.But the gladiatorial slaves did not get beaten on one side. Not only did they defend the line of defense, but they also launched counterattacks in all directions.

Before the mysterious killer left, he must have spent a long time with them.Judging from the intensity of the battle, this guy not only assisted the gladiators in formulating a battle plan, but also helped them improve their organization. At the same time, they used advanced authority to sneak into the weapon arsenal and collected enough weapons for new friends.

His actions cost military contractors and federal agents a heavy price.Dorothy has been monitoring radio communications, knowing the resistance of the slaves:

The high-tech hunter in the Epsilon (Ε) arena set up a continuous wave laser cannon to shoot into the air swiftly, cutting the buzzing flapping-wing drone into pieces.Next, they fired EMP warhead missiles at the circling gunboat, forcing the death spreaders to retreat again and again;

The cavalry chariot with fierce firepower has also fallen into unprecedented trouble.Gladiators in the Omega (Ω) arena put on optical camouflage, escaping from sewers, communication pipe network maintenance channels, etc.They rushed wildly towards the group of steel fortresses, throwing a large number of engineer blasting tubes at close range, and successfully paralyzed two of them, and one set ablaze.

The expensive equipment installed by the rich guys for the gladiators was used in the right place for the first time.Every moment, military contractors screamed on the communication channel, and the bones "clicked" like puffed food.Federal agents are not much better. Special agents have already had five casualties. Even the NSA on-site commander was hung up, and his left ear was cut in half by shrapnel.

"Destroy them, destroy them!" The woman didn't know whether it was painful or frightened, her voice completely changed, and it sounded like the black-skinned transgender sea witch in the sixth edition of The Little Mermaid:

"Can't let them run away! Otherwise hundreds of citizens will be killed! Where is the tear gas? Where is the stagnant gas? Reload now, reload now!"

Stagnant gas is a kind of hypnotic gas. It is usually used in war-torn allies. North American law enforcement agencies have only used it once on the street, and it has been scolded by the current president.But in this remote corner of lawlessness, it is not unusual for anything to happen.Not to mention that Dorothy gave the order in person to allow all weapons to be used to solve the problem.

The security company should have pulled these ammunition up long ago and waited for the above order.After the NSA leader gave the order, more than a dozen recoilless guns immediately fired at the same time, and the poisonous smoke rose immediately, successfully repelling the gladiator's counterattack, forcing them back from the breach near the west gate.

This result is not surprising.Although the slaves had generally undergone physical modifications, they still had flesh and blood on their bodies and had no resistance to stagnant gas.However, military contractors and federal agents have more biological organizations and are less vulnerable to poison gas, and few people wear gas masks in a panic.

More than a dozen Sigma (∑) arena gladiators used rocket backpacks to break through drones and fly over the enemy's heads like cannonballs.They shuttled back and forth between the fire net and the laser. Although they were shot down quickly and exploded into brilliant fireballs with high-energy fuel, they also successfully dropped a large number of "S-class tear gas", blowing up billows of smoke among the enemy group.

The radio communication channel was immediately filled with violent coughing, like a whole group of cigar-smoking old men.Military contractors fighting on foot fell to the ground in large numbers, and many federal agents were forced to retreat. The cavalry chariots that had planned to attack lost their infantry cover within a few seconds.The old Irish man at the FBI was forced to stop the attack, hiding behind the gas mask and roaring incompetently.

Both the offensive and the defenders returned to their original positions, and the explosions became sporadic.Except for a few hysterical military contractors, the whole battlefield calmed down, and the atmosphere was quite strange for a while.At the same time, the work of the backtrackers has come to an end. They have collected enough data, collected and reported by Dorothy, and handed over to the closed world master control system for full analysis.

This batch of data is all code left by the mysterious killer, without exception.After up to five minutes, the main control system will be able to generate a "personal business card" for this guy, and then locate his exact location and start tracking in the entire closed world.Dorothy was sure that she would be able to catch the target before the end of April 20th.

But before that, there is one thing she must do."Special operations command call. Stop the fire immediately, and I will be responsible for the negotiation." Dorothy gave an order to the group of garbage on the ground in a cold and unfeeling tone:

"If someone shoots without authorization, it will be eliminated immediately. Federal law enforcement agencies and private security companies, prepare enough food and drinking water, and rehearse how to apologize by the way. OVER.

She has completed the work and has enough computing resources to persuade the gladiators to arrange new identities for these slaves by the way.Although the mysterious assassin caused a lot of trouble, Dorothy praised everything he did by the gladiatorial slave.

After the Civil War has been over for so long, the bad habits that were abolished by Lincoln are actually restored again. This incident itself is very absurd.No matter how many times the reincarnation takes place, I still disagree with the history of the 23rd century, that private security companies deserve to be cleaned up, and those rich men like vampires.But the duties of senior servants still have to be fulfilled]

"Ding--"

With the clear and sweet system prompt, the killer's personal business card took shape out of thin air and floated into Dorothy's palm.