The blazing orange light illuminated the sky, illuminated the giant's face, and illuminated the dark alley.
The heat wave swept out, and He Ao's body was knocked away by the giant's pierced corpse and fell from the sky.
At this moment, his vision was filled with red reminders, and some damaged and hot parts were even burning his skin.
He Ao shut down some of the damaged systems, then mobilized the remaining energy of Mecha, used the power of the engine to adjust his body shape in the air, and landed smoothly.
Boom——
The giant's body fell to the ground with a roar.
Burning heat rose up along his pierced body.
He Ao took a look at the remaining power, and found that there was only one battery left, which was 11% of the base.
This is the total power of the two batteries.
The blow just now almost drained two batteries.
Mecha's current condition is not good.
He Ao It feels like there is even a slight air leakage in some places.
So-called overclocking is actually running the entire device at a power that exceeds safe limits.
It's not that the equipment cannot operate at this power, but once it is operated like this, it will exceed the safe use limit of certain parts, which may cause damage to these parts, thereby causing damage to the equipment, and even leading to safety accidents.
On the Adam 1 Type Mecha that He Ao is currently wearing, some parts are completely damaged, causing some functions to become unusable.
A little shining arc leaked from He Ao, and he slowly walked to the dead giant.
This is not the masked man who appeared on the talk show.
Although this masked man has a similar body shape to the masked man in the video, he wears the same mask, and even his face is specially decorated. At first glance, it seems to be the one in the video.
But in fact, there are still many details that are different. For example, the masked man has no obvious mouth scars.
This should just be a stand-in.
And that crazy masked man who appeared in the talk show may be the target of He Ao's mission, Chaos.
He Ao glanced around to make sure there was no ambush, then turned his attention to the burnt wounds on the giant's corpse.
The one who caused this wound was not Laser Cannon, the same as Selina, but Micro Plasma Cannon developed by Vian.
This Plasma Cannon technology is not mature.
The energy to be driven is too large, even beyond the limit that Mecha can withstand, and it must be overclocked to release it.
Of course, the power is also very impressive.
The plasma itself is colorless, and the orange-yellow glow after release is the flame reaction of the muzzle Alloy.
This battle, in a sense, was a stress combat test for Adam 1 Type Mecha. Many problems were exposed in it. Maybe they can be improved after going back at night.
He Ao After standing next to the giant's body for a while, a black car stopped at the intersection, and the silver-haired Old Butler slowly got out of the car.
"Vian master."
Old Butler walked to He Ao's side.
"Well," He Ao nodded slightly and pointed to the van installed in the wall behind him, "Take inventory of the things in there and make a catalog for me."
"Do I need to return these items to Norde Bank?"
Old Butler asked in a low voice.
"Contact their respective owners."
He Ao shook his head.
Most of the things that were stolen were valuables that Norde Bank had stored for customers, but they did not actually belong to Norde Bank.
Then He Ao added, "Remember to introduce Nolan Ka Bank's valuables storage business, as well as deposit and financial services to these customers."
Those who need the safekeeping of valuables are usually big customers.
"Okay."
Old Butler nodded slightly.
"That's right,"
He Ao stopped Old Butler who was about to call someone, "Check the information of the person who planned this talk show today."
——
"No one is on that street? Okay, I understand, then what is playing now should be a video."
Director Jielang is a man with a broad build and a dignified face.
He was wearing a somewhat inappropriate Police Uniform and stood at the forefront of the crowd.
He turned off the Walkie-Talkie in his hand, put it in his jacket bag, and motioned to the police officer behind him to bring in a light hydraulic hammer.
The hydraulic hammer was quickly activated and aimed at the wall. The management staff of the office building were also watching. This wall was not a load-bearing wall and could be knocked off.
Director Jielang did not use a melting gun to cut open the locked and welded Iron Gate, which was too time-consuming.
There are still three minutes left before the twenty-minute countdown ends.
The hydraulic hammer hit the wall hard, denting the wall with one hammer.
Then there was another hammer, and the wall collapsed, leaving a hollow.
The police officer quickly disengaged the hydraulic hammer.
When they found that the wall had collapsed, the staff and hosts who were trapped inside swarmed out and fled as if they were desperate.
Jielang went against the flow of people and squeezed into the studio.
He followed the direction of the countdown Origin and walked to a wall.
He listened carefully for a while, then smashed the wall with a punch, revealing a hollow mezzanine inside.
and one,
A countdown alarm clock was playing loudly.
Jielang was confused, reached out to grab the alarm clock, and opened the back cover.
The structure inside is indeed the most ordinary clock structure without any explosives.
"Prank?"
He turned off the alarm clock and walked out of the studio in a daze.
The staff outside the house were all anxiously calling their families to report that they were safe. Only the well-dressed host stood in the crowd, so lost that he didn't know what he was thinking.
Jielang didn't care about these people. He just ordered the police to take care of their emotions, led everyone away from the studio, and then lowered his head and looked at the clock in his hand.
He vaguely felt something was wrong. Judging from the video, the other party should be the kind of Thug who has no scruples. How could he just do a prank?
At this moment, his Bracelet vibrated.
This is the twenty-minute countdown he set.
Boom——
Accompanying his Bracelet vibration was the roar of a violent explosion, and the entire floor seemed to be shaking.
Several staff members who had escaped were frightened by the explosion and screamed. Jielang almost lost his balance and fell. He grabbed a staff member next to him and asked,
"What room is upstairs?"
"The warehouse, studio, these people should all be evacuated..." The staff member suddenly paused mid-sentence, "The boss is still in the office upstairs."
"Is there anyone?"
Jielang let go of the staff, rushed into the fire escape, and climbed up the stairs.
Several police officers followed suit.
There are fewer people maintaining Order on this floor.
The calls on the phone gradually became quieter. The staff of "Escape from Death" had basically informed the family that they were safe, and there were whispers from the crowd.
The distracted host Jett leaned on the edge of the crowd, his mind going blank.
It was not that there was no internet in the studio. During the ten minutes he was locked in the studio, he also logged into the TV station's website and saw the TV station's "live" program about himself.
His ugliness and embarrassment were seen and made fun of by millions of people watching the live broadcast.
"I'm done, I'm done,"
He staggered and leaned against the edge of the ventilation window, muttering to himself.
The sound of crowds could be heard all around.
He couldn't hear what they were saying.
It seemed like everyone was making fun of him and humiliating him.
His hosting career was over.
From now on, everyone will think he is a clown.
He has no future.
He raised his head suddenly and looked at the thin man nearest to him.
This man usually loves to flatter and flatter him.
And at this moment,
This man is laughing!
He is laughing!
Jett suddenly grabbed the man's shoulders, his eyes widened, and bright red bloodshot eyes filled his eyes.
"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? Are you worthy of laughing at me? Are you dirty, lowly poor people worthy of laughing at me?"
"I'm talking to my kid on the phone!? Are you crazy?"
The man broke free from his grip and roared angrily.
"Are you worthy? Are you worthy?"
Jett let go of his hand and staggered back until he reached the open ventilation window.
His clothes were disheveled and his hair was a little messy. "Do you think I will give you a chance to laugh at me!?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
He lay down next to the ventilation window, then jumped up,
This is 27th Floor.
——Four minutes ago——
"Open the door! Open the door!"
The man in formal clothes slammed on the office door. He tried to twist the door handle and pull the door, but it didn't move at all.
To his left, there was a TV turned on, with a blood-red countdown on it.
Tick tock—tick tock—
A crisp sound echoed in this narrow but magnificently decorated office.
The man picked up the phone on his desk and wanted to make a call, but all he got back was endless busy signals.
He picked up Bracelet again, and Bracelet showed "No signal".
All means of contact with the outside world here have been cut off.
He only knocked on the door to try to attract the attention of nearby people, but there was no response to his knocking.
People on several nearby floors were evacuated within twenty minutes.
As for why he didn't evacuate.
Once an explosion occurs, the studio equipment will inevitably be destroyed. At that time, he can carry the camera and record the scene immediately.
That would be an unknown amount of traffic.
And his office has been specially reinforced and is very safe.
The miniature high-definition video recorder placed on the table flashed red light, illuminating his appearance into the lens.
He was just about to take out the camera and go out to test the status when he found that the door to his office had been locked.
And a bloody countdown appeared on his TV.
"Assholes, bastards, useless bastards! Someone save me!"
The crisp countdown was like a death spell, breaking down his psychological defense step by step.
The doors and windows were locked. He tried to break the glass, but the reinforced tempered glass did not move at all.
On the other side is a panoramic glass curtain wall, which, if broken, will reach the 28th floor.
He staggered and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"Someone come and save me."
The countdown on the TV went to the last ten seconds.
Bang - click -
A silver-black light fell from the sky and shattered the glass curtain wall.
The broken glass reflected the streamlined figure of Mecha on the cheeks of the man who was kneeling on the ground and crying.
It was like the arrival of the savior.
He Ao fell to the ground, and the scanner quickly found the bomb hidden in the wall.
He then punched the wall and removed the bomb, then broke the window and threw the bomb to the end of the corridor.
The whole process went smoothly without any hesitation.
The roaring explosion echoed throughout the floor.
At this moment, Mecha's energy is also exhausted.
He Ao can still rely on physical strength to drive Mecha. Mecha can maintain a certain defense, but action will consume a lot of physical strength, just like a soldier wearing heavy armor on the battlefield.
In the end, He Ao took back Mecha and turned it into silver gray Suitcase again.
"You are?"
The man looked at He Ao confused.
Vian is not a particularly famous playboy. He rarely appears in newspapers and rarely participates in activities. As a result, he, the controlling shareholder of Nolanka Group, is not actually well-known in Kaya City.
"A nice guy passing by."
He Ao scanned him and picked up the camera on the table. He found that the camera was still recording normally.
He saved the video, entered the camera's editing interface, and deleted the part where he entered the scene.
Then he discovered that the scene of the man crying for help was also recorded.
He put Bracelet against the data transmission port of the camera, and then transferred the video into his Bracelet.
"If this video is posted on your channel, it should attract a lot of traffic?"
He placed the camera on the table and pressed the record button.
"What did you say that I didn't understand?"
The man stretched his hands behind his back and shook his head in confusion.
He Ao turned around and started operating the computer on the desktop.
"Isn't it just to attract traffic when you record the live broadcast of those poor people who were threatened by bombs? It stands to reason that putting your video up should also attract a lot of traffic. What is your computer password?"
"3576, it's better not to do it. If you put it up, I won't be able to see anyone anymore."
The man looked around, but there was no one around, and then looked at the broken glass window.
If something falls on the 28th floor, it will be bloody and bloody.
He slowly took out a dark pistol.
As long as he pretends to be robbed at gunpoint and cooperates with a lawyer, he will most likely be able to get away with it.
If this video were released, his career and reputation would be ruined.
What he created was the character of a humble gentleman.
His eyes glanced at the silver-gray Suitcase on the ground.
He was actually quite grateful to the person who came to save him, but it was a pity that this guy was a bit out of his mind.
Although he didn't know much about the machinery industry, he could tell at a glance that the portable Mecha was worth a lot of money.
He has never seen such a lightweight Mecha. Not only is Mecha valuable, but the technical structure of Mecha is also valuable.
Arms dealers like Ives Space Systems Group have been purchasing such advanced equipment at high prices and conducting reverse dismantling.
This is a no-profit deal.
He Ao was concentrating on operating the computer and didn't seem to notice his operation.
Bang——
Jielang, who was struggling to get past the explosion Ruins, heard a gunshot from ahead.
------Digression-----
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