The Chaos in Labiya

Mifeng looked at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao said, "Zhang Erhu, go negotiate. See if you can get them to let us through. If not, take them out!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Erhu jumped out of the truck and walked toward them, straight into the muzzles of their guns.

"Come over with your hands up!"

Someone fired at Zhang Erhu. The bullet hit the road, landing less than a few meters from him.

Zhang Erhu immediately raised both hands to show he was unarmed, then slowly walked over.

Even with the front of the truck between them, Zhang Hao could still see the situation on the other side clearly. His vision wasn't human; it was based on comprehensive scanning. Even on a moonless night, he could see everything perfectly.

They had only exchanged a few words when several guns were aimed at Zhang Erhu. Two of the men even tried to grab his arms. That was when Zhang Erhu struck.

In an instant, blood sprayed everywhere. He moved unbelievably fast. His fingertips flashed past, slicing open the soldiers' throats. One punch pierced a chest, another smashed a head to pulp. He moved like a ghost, and the slaughter was over in a flash. More than a dozen soldiers were wiped out in less than five seconds. They didn't even have time to pull the triggers; their eyes couldn't keep up with his speed. They were killed before they even knew what was happening.

A mere brush of his hand broke bones and tore tendons. Their bodies were like tofu, incapable of withstanding any attack. And with their enemy moving so fast, there was nowhere to run or hide.

They were simply too weak.

By then, Zhang Yihu had already driven over.

Zhang Erhu jumped into the truck and said, "Report: target neutralized!"

Zhang Hao nodded. "Let's go."

Mifeng asked, "Collected the souls?"

"Yes!"

"Good."

The off-road truck continued on.

They had driven less than ten kilometers when seventeen or eighteen pickup trucks caught up from behind. Machine guns and rocket launchers opened fire. Zhang Yihu was still driving, while the others had already gotten out before the pursuers arrived.

Zhang Hao muttered, "So you can really get away with murder around here!"

The four of them crouched in the roadside bushes. Mifeng said, "Take this... Keep it in your pocket." He handed over a small jade box.

Zhang Hao casually slipped it into his pocket. He knew exactly what it was: a soul collector.

As a pickup truck sped past on the dirt road beside them, Zhang Hao moved. In an instant, he leaped onto it and slapped the man operating the machine gun. The man's body flew off, and his entire head burst apart. It was horribly gruesome. Fortunately, Zhang Hao was a robot. If he'd been in a human body, his hands and feet would probably have gone weak.

Besides the machine gunner, there were three other enemies in the pickup. Zhang Hao punched one of them—not in the head this time, but in the chest. His fist caved it in. The other two wore looks of sheer terror as Zhang Hao's hand swept across their throats like a sharp blade. They clutched their necks and collapsed.

It had taken less than two seconds. Zhang Hao had already grabbed the machine gun, swung it around, and started spraying the vehicles behind them.

In a vehicle to the side, a man grabbed a rocket launcher and fired. Then he saw something unbelievable: Zhang Hao suddenly swung the machine gun around and fired a burst. The bullets blew up the rocket in midair and pierced the man's head.

Mifeng, Zhang Erhu, and Zhang Sanhu each chose a target. In an instant, the four robots instinctively divided up the work among themselves, assigning each enemy to one of them. Their plan kept changing on the fly, and their highly efficient killing left none of the pursuing mercenaries able to escape.

The four of them took just thirty seconds to eliminate more than a hundred pursuers. Not one was left. They hadn't even had time to think about running. That was an unbelievable speed.

Zhang Hao had realized that these robots were superweapons on modern-day Blue Star. A simple kick could send a speeding pickup flying. And it wasn't just people they could defeat—even a tank wouldn't stand a chance against robots like these.

Mifeng said, "These souls are the best. Once purified, at least half of them will be suitable for piloting mechs. Even after purification, their souls retain some of their combat instincts, and they're much stronger than those of ordinary people."

Zhang Hao asked curiously, "Didn't you collect any before?"

"No. This is the first time."

The off-road truck had been hit by two rockets and was now engulfed in flames. It could no longer be used.

But there were still armed pickups on the road. After a quick look, they found several that were undamaged. Zhang Hao collected a batch of weapons and ammunition that were in relatively good condition.

"What's the point of collecting this junk?" Mifeng asked.

"Our fighting style is too terrifying. The traces we leave behind... would be impossible to explain. So... it's better to kill with weapons."

Mifeng immediately understood. "Don't leave yet. Put the bodies together and burn them!"

Having three bodyguards around made things much easier. At least Mifeng and Zhang Hao didn't have to do the work themselves.

A robot's strength was beyond anything an ordinary person could imagine. They piled the wrecked pickups together as easily as if they were toys, then tossed the bodies onto them. They opened the fuel tanks and set everything on fire. The flames quickly roared upward, and the three of them hurried into their vehicles.

All told, it took three minutes—longer than the fight itself.

Zhang Yihu drove one pickup in front, with Zhang Erhu manning the machine gun. They loaded the collected weapons into the truck bed.

Zhang Sanhu drove the second pickup, with Zhang Hao manning the machine gun. Mifeng sat in the truck bed with several rocket launchers at his side.

The five of them set off again.

Zhang Hao smiled ruefully. "This place is a complete mess. We've barely arrived, and the local mercenaries have already targeted us." As he spoke, he disassembled a pistol. He had collected six or seven pistols, all in fairly good condition. One of them was even a Desert Eagle.

The gun had enormous recoil, but Zhang Hao was firing with a robot's body, so there wouldn't be any wobble at all. The more powerful, the better.

Mifeng was also disassembling and cleaning a gun. He sighed. "These weapons are complete junk. The rifling in the barrels is almost worn smooth. And these bullets... They were probably made decades ago."

"This dagger is pretty good," Zhang Hao said.

Mifeng glanced at it. "Cheap junk made in Reis!"

Zhang Hao was speechless. Compared with the technology Mifeng had access to, this really was junk. Even a dagger forged from scrap metal on Slaughter Planet would probably be better than the one in his hand.

It would have to do.

With a robot's speed and strength, a dagger in hand made for a deadly weapon. They could cut through more than just people—they could slice through a cannon barrel with a single stroke.

Zhang Hao's phone rang.

There was no communication signal here, of course. But his phone had been specially made. It looked like an ordinary mobile phone, yet it worked anywhere. Black Technology really was beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

He answered the call. The other party demanded that the money be delivered within a week, or they would kill the hostage!