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Hal held the dagger to his neck, and with one blow, blood gushed out like a fountain.
That scene must have been horrible.
He muttered a few words, remained silent for a few seconds, and then threw the dagger aside.
"It's so pitiful, why don't you kill it?"
A familiar voice rang out behind him, and Hal was struck dumb. He hurriedly turned around and saw a slender figure standing in the doorway under the silvery moonlight.
The person who arrived was none other than Dio Clay, one of the three leaders of the Young Master Gang, whom he feared the most.
Hal instinctively gripped the dagger, his muscles tensing as he used every ounce of his strength.
Dior lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, threw it on the ground, took off his coat, and held two scalpels in his palm. The silver-white blades were as smooth as mirrors and brighter than moonlight.
"Pray, pray to your most beloved God." "Pray I won't sever your aorta."
Half an hour later, Dio dragged Hal, who was covered in blood, away from the village. Blood flowed down his wounds, leaving a long red trail on the road.
Tony walked over, looked around at Hal, and then said.
"Not dead after 72 hits? You dead gay, your knife skills are getting more and more insane!"
Wang Hu clicked his tongue in amazement: "Why didn't you kill him?"
Dio looked coldly at the Vietnamese boy and said indifferently, "Young Master said to leave him a breath."
"The boss is up to something again."
"Ask yourself!"
After saying this, Thor walked over to Danny, who was wrapped in bandages, turned to face him, and then walked to the side.
Without asking Xu Fu why, Danny pulled out a dagger and chopped off four of Hal Jordan's fingers, then nodded to Diaw and turned to leave.
Gangs have their own rules. Xu Fu said that sparing his life didn't mean Hal Jordan would leave unscathed. Some things have consequences.
Of all those involved with the "Young Master Gang," his ending was relatively good.
...
Inside the underground base, after a two-hour wait, Carol finally woke up.
"Hmm, it's okay!"
Carol shook her head, a deep weariness showing between her brows, and said...
"She told me a lot, so much that my head hurts and I need to rest."
Xu Fu frowned: "Her?"
The girl nodded, her gaze fixed on the metal sphere.
"This is her, also known as the Defender, a giant spaceship built by scientist Zamarone for the elite warriors of the Green Lantern Corps..."
After saying that, he could no longer hold on, his eyelids drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.
Xu Fu found a sheet and covered her with it, then sat down and stared intently at the metal sphere.
I heard it clearly: Carroll used "she" instead of "it" when referring to the metal ball. Both words are third-person pronouns, but there is a fundamental difference.
Does this thing have a floor?
Xu Fu rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, walked to the metal ball, and said...
You can hear me, right?
"..."
Do you even want to talk to me?
"..."
After a long silence, Xu Fu decided to try a different approach: he raised his palm, which was covered in green flames, and smeared it on the sphere. However, the expected scene did not appear. The metal sphere remained unchanged and did not change in the face of the green flames.
"Possessing thoughts similar to those of intelligent beings, but lacking the corresponding soul."
"That's strange."
Xu Fu muttered to himself, feeling increasingly curious.
The technologies he encountered were all based on computers and were all about data, while mind technology was a completely different technological model.
It would be great if this technology could be applied to the creation of Ghost 3.
Carol didn't rest for long; she was woken up after only forty minutes of sleep, and Xu Fu poured her a glass of mango juice.
".. How about it?"
The girl shook her head, a serious expression on her face: "She agreed to let me become the queen of the planet Zamalon, but she will not reveal her abilities to me until she ascends the throne."
"This means you can't use it to track Viren right now."
"Yes"
"That's troublesome."
Xu Fu frowned and added, "Is there any way to force our way in?"
“That’s impossible.” Carol sighed cautiously. “Zamalong’s psychic technology has a history of tens of thousands of years and is usually very advanced in all aspects. It’s not so easy to invade.”
It seems there's only one option left.
Xu Fu shrugged and took out a mechanical gun that looked like a long sword from the warehouse. He turned it on, and a large stream of blue particles gushed out from the muzzle. Under the influence of the magnetic field, they accelerated and swung, turning into azure light blades.
Carol's eyes widened even more: "Is that... a knife containing high-frequency particles?"
"Very insightful."
Xu Fu smiled and gripped the pistol's grip, walking closer to the metal ball. "I was going to pick you up, but unfortunately, I have to apologize to you."
The metal sphere seemed to sense the danger, and faint energy ripples appeared. Unfortunately, in the face of the indestructible high-frequency particle blade, this defense was no different from tofu.
Under Xu Fu's control, the particle knife violently struck the balloon wall, cutting open a two-meter-long gate.
George kicked open the "iron gate" and went inside.
The interior was completely different from what I had imagined; it was very empty, and the only piece of furniture looked like an electric torture chair. The bed didn't look very comfortable either.
The chair is in the very center, while the bed is closer to the corner.
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The atmosphere in the room exceeded Xu Fu's expectations. He thought that someone dressed so provocatively in velvet must have a lot of flirtatious banter in private, but it turned out to be so boring and dull.
Xu Fu turned around and said to Carol, who was equally curious.
"Did you find anything?"
The girl stared at the chair. "This should be it."
"Connecting nodes?"
"Yes"
“I understand,” Xu Fu turned around and Adam came over.
The tall and burly Adam rushed inside: "Young Master!"
Xu Fu pointed to a chair and said, "Sit in that chair."
Adam sat up straight in the chair without hesitation. A dozen energy rings appeared, binding his hands and feet and restricting his movement in the chair. At the same time, a ring resembling an electric shock gun appeared above Adam's head.
He neither resisted nor fought back, letting the ringing of the doorbell surround his head.
An electric current surged from his headband, violently shocking his body. Soon, the air was filled with the smell of burning. Even so, Adam remained silent, his cold face showing no emotion other than indifference.
"What a terrifying guy!"
Carol covered her mouth, feeling both envious and horrified.
Xu Fu strode across the room, suddenly raised his hand and struck the particle knife, embedding it into the floor. The electric current immediately disappeared, and the lights in the room dimmed.
"Of course he's here."
A joyful smile spread across Xu Fu's face. He hurriedly crossed the floor and followed the transistor channels beneath his feet to find the control center. The control center 627, a metallic sphere, was vastly different from the control center on the Kryptonian spaceship: it was not a super-infrared structure made of liquid metal, but a white sphere resembling the human brain.
The spheres were placed in an incubator containing a large number of intubation tubes.
I guess so.
Xu Fu looked him up and down, carefully took out the incubator and placed it in front of him, staring at the "white-headed bulbul" inside, and said, word by word.
“Since you are conscious, you know what death is. This is your last chance. If you don’t tell me, I’ll smash the incubator to pieces.”
A few seconds later, an unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind.
Hello, Earthlings
Xu Fu's lips curved into a strange smile as he grinned.
"Hello, aliens. What do you call them? Male aliens? Female aliens? Or non-male aliens?"
"I am the mind center created by scientist Zamaron. I am not part of an organic life form. I have no gender."
"Where's the name?"