Labia's Chaos

Mifeng looked at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao said, "Zhang Erhu, go negotiate and see if they'll let us pass. If not, eliminate them!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Erhu leaped out of the truck and walked towards the muzzles of the guns.

"Hands up and come over!"

Someone fired a shot at Zhang Erhu, the bullet hitting the road less than a few meters away.

Zhang Erhu immediately raised his hands high, indicating he was unarmed, and slowly walked over.

Even with the front of the truck between them, Zhang Hao could clearly see the situation. His eyes weren't human; they were comprehensive sensors. Even in the moonless night, he could see everything clearly.

After only a few words were exchanged, several guns were pointed at Zhang Erhu, and two of them tried to grab his arms. At that moment, Zhang Erhu made his move.

In an instant, blood mist flew. The speed was incredibly fast. A swipe of his fingers, and the soldiers' necks were cut open. A punch, and a chest was pierced. A head was blown apart. With ghost-like speed, the scene was incredibly bloody. A dozen soldiers were eliminated in less than five seconds. They didn't even have time to pull the trigger; their eyes couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed, and they were inexplicably wiped out.

A graze meant broken bones and shattered bodies, their forms like tofu, unable to withstand any attack, let alone the opponent's extreme speed, leaving nowhere to hide.

They were simply too weak.

At this point, Zhang Yihu had already driven the truck over.

Zhang Erhu jumped into the car and said, "Report, eliminated!"

Zhang Hao nodded. "Let's go."

Mifeng asked, "Souls collected?"

"Yes!"

"Very good."

The off-road truck continued forward.

After driving less than ten kilometers, seventeen or eighteen pickup trucks caught up, opening fire with machine guns and rocket launchers. Zhang Yihu was still driving, while the others had already disembarked before the pursuers arrived.

Zhang Hao muttered, "Killing people here really isn't illegal!"

The four of them hid in the bushes by the roadside. Mifeng said, "Here, put this in your pocket." He handed over a small jade box.

Zhang Hao casually stuffed it into his pocket, knowing exactly what it was: a soul collector.

As a pickup truck sped past on a dirt road beside them, Zhang Hao moved. In an instant, he leaped onto the truck and swatted the machine gunner. Zhang Hao watched as the man not only flew off the vehicle but his entire head exploded. It was too bloody. Fortunately, he was a robot; if it were a flesh-and-blood body, his limbs would likely have gone weak.

Besides the machine gunner, there were three other enemies on the pickup. Zhang Hao threw a punch, this time not at the head but at the chest, caving it in. The other two looked terrified. Zhang Hao's palm swept across their necks like a sharp blade, and they clutched their throats before slumping down.

This took less than two seconds. Zhang Hao then grabbed the machine gun, turned the barrel, and began to spray the opposing vehicles wildly.

On a truck to the side, a guy aimed a rocket launcher. Then he saw an unbelievable sight: Zhang Hao suddenly turned the machine gun and, with a single burst, not only blew up the fired rocket but also pierced the man's head with the bullet.

Mifeng, Zhang Erhu, and Zhang Shanhu, the three robots, each chose their targets. In an instant, the four of them, within their souls, naturally allocated tasks, each assigned to deal with specific individuals. This plan even changed dynamically. The pursuing mercenaries, with their highly efficient killing strategy, had no chance of escape.

Over a hundred pursuers were eliminated by the four in just thirty seconds, leaving not a single one. They didn't even have time to think of escaping; such speed was unmatched.

Zhang Hao realized that these robots were super weapons on modern Blue Star. A simple kick could send a speeding pickup truck flying, let alone humans. Even a tank wouldn't stand a chance against such robots.

Mifeng said, "These souls are the best. After purification, at least half will be suitable for operating mechs. Even after purification, their souls will retain some combat awareness, and these souls are much stronger than ordinary people's."

Zhang Hao asked curiously, "Haven't you collected them before?"

Mifeng replied, "No, this is the first time."

The off-road heavy truck had been hit by two rockets and was now engulfed in flames, unusable.

However, there were still combat pickup trucks available. After a brief selection, several intact pickups were found. Zhang Hao collected a batch of relatively intact weapons and ammunition.

Mifeng asked, "What's the use of collecting this trash?"

Zhang Hao said, "Our combat methods are too terrifying. The traces left behind... would be absolutely unbelievable. So... it's better to use weapons to kill."

Mifeng suddenly understood. "Don't leave yet. Burn these bodies together!"

With three guards around, things were much easier. At least Mifeng and Zhang Hao didn't have to do it themselves.

The strength of the robots was unimaginable to ordinary people. Those broken trucks were like toys, quickly piled together by these individuals. The bodies were thrown onto the vehicles, the fuel tanks opened, and then ignited. Flames surged rapidly, and the three quickly got into their vehicles.

It took three minutes in total, slightly longer than the combat time.

Zhang Yihu drove a pickup truck to clear the way, with Zhang Erhu manning the machine gun. The collected weapons were also moved to the rear of this pickup.

Zhang Shanhu drove the second pickup, with Zhang Hao manning the machine gun. Mifeng sat in the rear, with several rocket launchers by his side.

The five set off again.

Zhang Hao gave a wry smile. "This place is too chaotic. As soon as we entered, we were targeted by local mercenaries." As he spoke, he disassembled a handgun. He had collected six or seven handguns, all in decent condition, including a Desert Eagle.

This gun had immense recoil, but for Zhang Hao, using a robot to shoot, there was no shaking at all. In fact, the greater the power, the better.

Mifeng was also disassembling and cleaning his firearms. He lamented, "These weapons are really garbage. The rifling in the barrels is almost worn smooth. These bullets... are probably decades old..."

Zhang Hao said, "This dagger is not bad."

Mifeng glanced at it. "Trash from Rhys!"

Zhang Hao was also speechless. Compared to the technology Mifeng possessed, this was indeed trash. Even a dagger made from the metal scraps of a killing planet would probably be stronger than the dagger in his hand.

It'll do for now.

With a robot's speed and strength, a dagger in hand would be a killing weapon. It could slice through cannon barrels, let alone people.

Zhang Hao's phone rang.

There was actually no signal here, but his phone was specially made. On the surface, it looked like an ordinary phone, but this phone could be used anywhere. Black technology was black technology, not something ordinary people could understand.

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