"Please pull over for speeding vehicles ahead and accept inspection, otherwise I will shoot!"
Russell repeated the announcement that he wanted to be beaten several times. After a 500-meter pursuit, the vehicle driven by the T-800 suddenly stopped.
Judging from the degree of sudden braking, you can tell that the T-800 stopped not for inspection, but because the engine was damaged by the T-1000 and had to stop and change transportation.
The T-1000 that climbed onto the hood was driven by inertia and flew more than ten meters away. It landed and rolled several times before stopping.
"Get out of the car and we'll get in the police car behind."
The T-800 made a cold voice, opened the driver's door, and strode towards the police car where Russell was.
"Wait, you can't hurt that officer, he's on duty."
Young John quickly ran out of the car. Although he was a bad boy, he was still quite good-natured.
This is normal, the villain cannot be the savior... he should be!
"Crack!"
Russell turned off the alarm, opened the door and stepped out, raised his hand to put the Terminator sunglasses on his face, and lit a cigarette for himself.
On both sides of his police uniform shirt are M9 and Glock 19 holsters. He carries a 5.56mm caliber M4A1 rifle on his shoulder, with a front tactical rail and a tactical flashlight, which is very cool.
At this time, the police car's loudspeaker blasted rock music, manually pretending to be an invincible BGM.
Wearing sunglasses and playing music stupidly at night, could this police officer have just escaped from a mental hospital?
Connor and his son were dumbfounded. The T-800 felt nothing. They strode up to Russell and said coldly: "I want your rifle, your car...and your sunglasses!"
"Old guy, you should say 'please', but even if you say that, I won't agree."
As Russell spoke, he took out the cigarette from his mouth, flicked the ashes away, then took a long puff and spit the smoke on the T-800's face.
Although the governor looks tall in the camera, in fact, when he and Russell stand side by side, their heights are almost the same.
Neither of them is 1.9 meters tall!
"I don't want to say it a second time."
The T-800 man didn't say much. He raised his hand and held the M4A1, trying to snatch it from Russell's hand.
He failed to exert force for two seconds, and the mechanical brain was confused. The electronic eyes scanned Russell again, and all the red observation interfaces were filled with question marks.
Then, a series of words "unknown" and "danger" flashed by.
The T-800 quickly entered combat mode, pulled out the Sand Eagle from his waist, put it against Russell's head, and pulled the trigger continuously.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
On the side, John saw the T-800 killing police officers. He was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide and forgot to scream. He always thought that the T-800 was a good robot.
His mother, Sarah Connor, looked horrified, recalling the fear of being dominated by the T-800. The strong-willed woman quickly came to her senses, but she failed to fulfill her duties as a mother, such as covering up Keep your son's eyes open.
Sarah Connor did this on purpose. She hoped that her son would recognize the true nature of the robot, gain a sense of crisis as soon as possible, and strive to mature.
It has to be said that although she loves her son very much, she is undoubtedly a failure as a mother, completely forgetting that John is only 10 years old this year.
Snap! Snap! despair----
As the deformed warheads fell to the ground, Russell pushed the sand eagle in front of his head, looked at the T-800 with dead fish eyes, and put the cigarette in his cheek to extinguish it.
"Before I hit you, tell me why you have to hit me on the head? I don't really understand. It seems like everyone likes to do it."
T-800 was fearless and grabbed Russell's collar with both hands, trying to lift him up and keep flying.
Russell made the first move, holding the T-800's wrist, and with the sound of metal deforming as he grinded his teeth, he bent his left hand until it was bent, and then kicked him in the chest.
The T-800's heavy body was like being hit by a train. It flew backwards and plowed a ravine in the lawn beside the road after landing, and hit a big tree hard.
Sarah Connor: ┌(.Д.)┐
John Connor: ╭(⊙o⊙)╮
Russell: (??■_■)
He stepped towards the T-1000, passing by the stunned Connor mother and son. He stopped and warned: "Ma'am, take care of your son's stepfather. Next time, I will tear him down into a pile of scrap metal."
"Who the hell are you?"
Sarah Connor was so shocked that she cursed.
"As you can see, NYPD!"
"..."
Sarah Connor: Just because I live in a mental hospital, it doesn’t mean that I’m really mentally ill. If the New York police had your kind of fighting ability, how could they have robots?
"Stand where you are and wait until I finish the T-1000 over there. I have something to discuss with you, mother and son, about...Skynet!"
Russell pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, ignored Sarah Connor's shocked expression, walked past and walked towards the T-1000.
On the opposite side, the T-1000 detected the actions of Russell and the T-800, cautiously stayed in place, scanned Russell's face and body outline, and compared it with the database analysis, but found nothing.
His arms changed, and the metal liquid softened and condensed, forming two sharp blades.
"Boy, this is the NYPD. I don't care whether you are a future person, a robot, or a human being. When you come to this time and space, you should abide by the laws of this time and space."
Russell pulled the bolt of the M4A1 and pointed the gun at the T-1000: "Your assault on the police, impersonating a police officer, killing someone with a gun, robbery, violating traffic laws, damaging public property, and resisting arrest after fifteen seconds are all It has seriously threatened social security and the safety of citizens' lives and property. Put down the weapons in your hands and stand on your back, otherwise I will shoot."
"..."
T-1000 tilted his head slightly, and his indifferent expression showed that he didn't understand a word.
"OK, warning over."
clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter----
Russell turned on the three-shot burst mode, shined a bright flashlight on the T-1000, pulled the trigger and shot through its alloy body one by one.
"Tsk, let's just attack David and show him off with his face..."
While Russell was shooting, he said unhappily: "You're so naive, I can even kill Jason, let alone David's face!"
The T-1000 withstood the gunfire and was punched with holes in its body by highly penetrating bullets. The CPU analyzed that the damage caused by Russell was within the tolerable range and quickly entered attack mode.
clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter----
After firing 35 rounds of bullets, Russell casually threw the M4A1 at his feet. The moment the T-1000 approached, he pulled out the M9, and a bullet penetrated his head.
The T-1000 liquid metal robot has multiple CPUs. Every drop of liquid metal is its CPU. These CPUs can not only work distributedly, but also self-combine and cooperate with each other.
In other words, every part of his mimic alloy is endowed with intelligence. Due to its memory, it can recover itself after being destroyed. It can also perform solid-liquid conversion to simulate the surrounding environment, or use its body to transform into a solid weapon.
However, due to the model, he cannot act in a divided state. He must form a whole in a certain order to achieve optimal performance.
If you are injured, your overall reactions and actions will be affected to varying degrees, such as freezing when you are shot, and temporarily losing the ability to move after being shot in the head.
A robot with extremely superior performance, the T-1000 is perfect as an assassin or killer.
However, due to its metallic nature, its weaknesses are also very obvious. Extremely low or high temperatures will limit, damage, or directly destroy its functions.
Russell fired a few shots, and the pretense was almost the same... Phew, the test was almost done. The "Left of the God's Throne" skill was attached to the M9, making its appearance sacred, turning it into a white shotgun, pointing it at T -1000 head pulled the trigger.
boom! !
The white sacred bullets bombarded the T-1000's head, and the scorching white flames burned downward along its head, spreading crazily at an extremely fast speed.
“Zhizhizhi, chirp, chirp, chirp—”
An unusually noisy sound of scraping glass was heard, and the T-1000 activated its emergency self-help function, cutting off its body on its own and splitting its upper body that was burned by high-temperature flames.
Russell's eyes were fixed on the moving silver-white liquid. When he raised his gun and was about to shoot again, his eyes stopped on the M9 that had been transformed into a holy light. A bright idea came to his eyes.
Tsk!
The sound of tires scraping against the ground came, and Russell turned around in shock. In his sight, the T-800 drove away in a police car with Connor and his son.
"Why run? I'm not a bad person!"
Russell was speechless. From the moment he appeared until now, he has tried his best to interpret the image of a perfect evil nemesis. It can be said that he acted in his true colors. Why don't you believe him?
"Run, where can you run? There is a position in the car, even if you don't run out of my Wuzhishan."
A disdainful sneer appeared on Russell's lips. He first packed up the T-1000, and then went to deal with the nondescript family of three.
In front of him, the free liquid metal regrouped. Most of the T-1000's body was missing, and it was forced to transform into a dwarf version of David.
Although his face is still cold, the robot killer from the future is less than 1.2 meters tall, making people unable to look serious.
The T-1000 assumed a fighting stance, looking past Russell and staring at the police car going away. The next second, his vision went dark, and his enlarged fist hit his cheek hard.
His face was deformed, his body flipped 7,200 degrees in the air, and he fell to the ground with a zero score.
Russell stretched out his hand and took out the Deathstroke armor from his portable space, covering it with his big hand and using the 'Left of the Throne' enchantment.
The self-aware Deathstroke armor opened its eyes, its visor eyes glowed with blue light, waiting for Russell's order.
"Contain this pile of liquid inside your body, invade its system, and turn it into your own."
After Russell finished speaking, he picked up the M4A1 and quickly chased in the direction where the police car left. His body melted into the darkness and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The Deathstroke armor nodded, strode forward, grabbed the rapidly recovering T-1000 with both hands, opened the front armor, and stuffed it into his body.
After swallowing the T-1000, the Deathstroke Armor glanced around, dug out a piece of metal hidden in a seam in the ground, flicked off the visor and threw it in.
At this time, a semi-liquid silver-white arm protruded from the visor. The T-1000's desire to survive was extremely strong. As a result, the arc flashed inside the Deathstroke armor, and the arm fell silent, softened and retreated.
On the other side, a police car was driving quickly on the road, and the T-800 was driving with one hand and an expressionless face.
Suddenly, he suddenly braked to a stop and saw Russell holding a cigarette in front of him, wearing sunglasses and carrying an M4A1 on his shoulder, sitting on the curb and looking at the sky.
There were already two cigarette butts on the ground.
The T-800 did not stop, but turned around and fled in the other direction. Then, it saw Russell sitting on the edge of the curb.
There are still two cigarette butts on the ground!
