A puppet?
Old Qiao stared in astonishment at the dark mass on the floor. At first, he thought he was seeing things—it was a puppet that seemed only a few dozen centimeters tall, shaped much like the "dolls" held by children, but unbelievably intricate. Its face was so lifelike that it even looked... like a "living person" shrunk down many times over.
The puppet wore an exquisite black dress and was very beautiful, but her entire body was filthy, as though she had just crawled out of some dusty place. She had fallen onto the floor nearby, lying motionless on her side. Naturally, there were no signs of life such as breathing or a heartbeat.
But she had body heat—the sensors detected a temperature close to that of a human.
A red light flashed in Old Qiao's eyes. Without hesitation, he raised his arm, and a triple-barreled hand cannon hidden inside his forearm instantly popped out. Three blazing spheres of light shot directly into the puppet.
There was no way something this childish could be inside the base. What was more, with the base under invasion, any strange object appearing in the corridors was itself a danger signal. No matter where it had come from, opening fire was the right choice. Cautious as he was, he certainly would not foolishly walk up to it at a time like this.
The moment Old Qiao opened fire, the other soldiers followed suit. The air around the puppet seemed to distort slightly, but before anyone could see what was happening, the flash of the explosion swallowed the empty space where she lay.
Yet almost at the same moment, a powerful sense of danger suddenly arose. The horrible intuition of being targeted made Old Qiao and the genetically modified clone soldiers around him jolt