Three Minutes
According to Qiu Ming, this was his first time coming to the first level.
During his time as a special agent, he had basically lived on the fifth level. It was only after his demotion that he finally began moving between the different levels. But at the time, his relationship with Mr. G had been rather sensitive, so in order to avoid arousing management's suspicions, he had never set foot on the first level of his own accord.
Therefore, Qiu Ming's understanding of the first level had mainly come through various videos, data files, and memory readings. Now that he had come here in person, everything felt fresh to him. Sitting in the back seat of the SUV, he curiously examined the scenery outside.
But everywhere Qiu Ming looked, the chaotic vitality shown in the recordings was gone. Most shops had shut down, there were far fewer pedestrians on the streets, and the entire place looked desolate. There were also many makeshift barricades and checkpoints, but upon seeing Miss F's vehicle, the people at the checkpoints moved the obstacles aside in advance and let them through.
Qiu Ming also saw quite a few armed men and women. Some were patrolling the streets, while others hid behind windows with guns aimed at the road. However, they were mostly carrying light weapons.
"If I were your commander, I'd pull back the people at the checkpoints and in the buildings," Qiu Ming said. "They won't stand a chance against Hunter VI type robots. You've already seen how powerful those things are. These people don't even qualify as militia, and they're carrying the most ordinary weapons. Going up against those robots would be nothing but throwing their lives away."
"We never expected Shen Tang Morgan to have such powerful weapons hidden away,"