"I'm actually dead, dead!" No. 31 yelled, refusing to accept the fact, glaring at her angrily: "It's all you, you lackey, the bastard who betrayed the same kind..."
Looking at the angry No. 31, Xining only felt angry and funny.
It turns out that consciousness is here. Even if the physical body is destroyed, consciousness can still be retained.
If I had known this, I wouldn't have used the digital data line to trap him, I would have just kicked him back to his body and destroyed him together.
Looking at the situation on the 31st, there must be no way to influence them, and they should embrace each other and understand each other. In order to avoid future trouble, only she would take action.
Since digital can control his actions, then use digital to deal with him. If the power is strong enough, the digital can tear him to pieces with just one blow, and then disappear into ashes and disappear into tiny fragments in the vast world of data.
Here, whoever is stronger can control these chaotic numbers. When the digital data lines entered No. 31's body one after another, she fixed these data lines so that No. 31 could not move.
While this was brewing, No. 31, who was still yelling and cursing as if he wanted to kill his parents and cut off his descendants, suddenly shrank into a ball of white smoke. Very small, only the size of a walnut.
Now it was Xining's turn to glare.
Watching a small ball of smoke flying towards one place, it quickly fell into the hands of a beautiful guy in white clothes, wide sleeves and long hair.
Who else could it be, the guy who only showed up once here, Mo Ming.
"Since you are going to die, don't waste it." Mo Ming stuffed the small ball into his mouth.
Xining didn't dare to blink and just stared blankly.
Mo Ming frowned slightly. After all, she is beautiful, and her frown is so beautiful: "What are you looking at!"
It's still the same tone of saying I owe him a million, but the person is beautiful, and it seems to sound much more pleasant when I say it.
"What about him?" Xining blinked: "He was eaten by you like this?"
"It's not eating, it's melting." Mo Ming always looked impatient: "He is in digital form now. Although he is very weak, it is better than nothing. Let's just treat it as a snack."
Well, I haven’t eaten yet.
Mo Ming said angrily: "Wouldn't it be better to help you solve it? If you don't handle it properly and leave fragments, you might be able to resurrect. Now he is guaranteed to have completely disappeared, and all data has been interrupted. I melted, you should thank me!”
"Hehe, thank you." The corner of Xining's mouth twitched.
She suddenly recalled something: "The Lord God once ate two main gods like this before. Is it possible that the main gods are also made up of digital figures?"
"The main god is different from the system. This complicated issue should be left until you become stronger and smarter in the future." Mo Ming pointed his index finger in front of him: "What you should be concerned about now is that your doctor plans to clear up the trouble. Kill the donkey.”
"What!" Xining almost jumped up.
When No. 31 was shot dead, the helicopter also flew to the designated position. After checking the time, it flew over the head of No. 33. Then with a "boom", a piece of noise-like audio was heard tilting downwards. Down.
If you stand nearby, you can see that the sound can actually slightly distort the air, just like the way water vapor from the ground evaporates on a hot day. As the sound passed by, all the surrounding glass burst.
No. 33 happened to be at the center of the sound wave and was penetrated at once. He twitched suddenly, and his whole body immediately went limp.
Fortunately, the flying skateboard had a protective function and immediately automatically adjusted to catch his limp body. With him, it floated to the ground like leaves falling from a tree.
He floated to the ground, surrounded by a group of elites who were sniping at him, slowly approaching with guns in hand.
From the information transmitted back from the helmet with its own telescope device, it can be seen that No. 33 is lying on a pile of glass slag like broken crystal, his eyes wide open with nothing in sight, and his body is twitching. , just like a broken machine.
After receiving the order, the snipers and ground combatants fired at No. 33 at the same time. More than a dozen shots were fired, leaving his body no more beautiful than No. 31's corpse.
Finally, the captain of the action team walked in and confirmed that No. 33 was dead. He also took out a small pistol and shot the chip site again. Crack the chip together with part of the brain into an open watermelon.
It was finally over. As you can see on the video, the headquarters cheered. The expression on the face of the general manager is not very good. For a lot of follow-up questions, he needs to find a way and report them to his superiors. He needs to convince them that this sacrifice and loss is necessary.
Lawrence could not breathe a sigh of relief, because he knew that the greatest contribution to the success was not the group of land and air elites who could only shoot and launch bombs according to orders.
He looked at No. 37, who was sitting motionless in front of the computer, gritted his teeth, and pulled out a small pistol from his waist.
This gun was given to him by the higher-ups for self-defense. After all, it was an experiment worth hundreds of millions of dollars. If the news spreads and is heard by other countries or institutions, they will try their best to get inside. As the person in charge, he may be in danger.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at No. 37's head, which was at the top of the back of the head, where the chip was placed. If one shot passes, No. 37 will definitely die. But other than letting her die, the possibility of catching her alive was slim.
Her chip works while she sleeps, so the anesthetic must be ineffective. Maybe he could kill a few more people while he was in a coma.
No. 37 sat there motionless, eyes closed. It should still be on the Internet and could come out at any time. As for when it will come out, I don’t know. Because all the monitoring in this laboratory has been controlled by her, it is impossible to judge how long it will take for her to come out of the Internet.
We have to hurry up if we want to kill her. If we don't shoot, we'll have no chance...
Lawrence, who was always decisive in doing things, hesitated at this time. After careful consideration, he put away the gun.
After putting the gun away, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
Suddenly No. 37's face appeared on the computer screen. She was face to face as usual, gentle and calm: "Hi, Doctor."
Lawrence was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest!
Of course Xining saw everything and she smiled: "Your decision is wise..."
After saying this, he disappeared. Sitting No. 37 immediately moved. She turned around slowly, holding on to the back of the office chair, looking sideways at Lawrence with a smile: "If you had beaten me to death just now, I would still be alive on the Internet. "
Lawrence took a breath: "You mean, it's equivalent to the immortality of the soul?"
"This statement seems to be a bit exaggerated." Xining thought for a while and confirmed: "But yes. In a relative sense, it should be."
"Then No. 31 and No. 33..." Lawrence became nervous. Although these two guys were physically dead, their extreme thoughts still existed on the Internet.
"It's solved." Xining stood up, picked up the uneaten potato chips from the table next to him, pinched a piece and put it in his mouth, biting it loudly: "What else am I doing in there?"
