Retaliation

Clear the area first!

The three divided the work and quickly cleared the surrounding rebel soldiers. These guys were unlucky, picking the wrong people to mess with. Who picks a fight with robots? They were practically begging for death.

Zhang Yihu was in charge of carrying, while Zhang Hao and Mi Feng were in charge of throwing. The two of them threw grenades with the fuses lit, which they could hurl over a kilometer. If they threw with all their strength, they could even reach several kilometers.

Human-shaped self-propelled artillery!

Zhang Yihu couldn't carry as fast as the two of them could throw, so he specifically brought out a few boxes of grenades, so that the two of them wouldn't be idle after throwing the shells. Throwing some grenades was also good.

The rebels were miserable. Countless shells fell, causing them to misjudge the situation. They thought there was an artillery position outside the military camp, pouring fire into the camp, so they panicked again. Any soldier with a bit of sense would flee outwards without hesitation, and the officers were the same, except the officers ran even faster.

The three of them threw almost all the shells, mortar rounds, grenades, and hand grenades in the armory, blasting the military camp beyond recognition.

"Let's go! Time to reap some souls!"

There was no one left in the military camp. Everyone who could run had run away. The three of them shuttled back and forth through the camp, quickly collecting souls.

Mi Feng said, "This harvest is good. There are close to three thousand souls, and the quality is very good."

"Should we chase after them?"

Zhang Hao said, "Alright, killing too many isn't a good thing. Let's go."

Mi Feng didn't insist. N also knew that making too much noise wasn't good, and the impact would be too bad. N said, "Okay, let's set a fire and leave."

This matter could be left to Zhang Yihu. There was still an armored vehicle outside. The two of them stole another armored vehicle and drove back to the position where they had launched the attack, looking at the camp not far away.

Zhang Yihu found the camp's gas station. There were barrels of gasoline and diesel there. Setting a fire was actually very simple. He just threw these oil drums out. With his strength, this was a small matter.

In a moment, a raging fire rose. In the place that was already burning, the oil drums smashed down, and the flames exploded directly. Several gasoline drums were thrown directly into the armory, where there were still a large number of bullets and guns. Burning them would also cause explosions.

Soon, Zhang Yihu came back. M said, "Reporting, Zhang Yihu has completed the mission!"

"Good, you drive."

Zhang Yihu got into the car. The two armored vehicles, one in front and one behind, drove along the road towards Enjaraba.

At this time, the sky was already faintly bright. It was already four o'clock in the morning, almost five.

It wasn't until this time that Zhang Hao's soul calmed down.

Killing and arson were too exciting. If he had done this with his flesh and blood body, he probably wouldn't have survived. He felt the bulletproof vest on his body. Several deformed bullets were still embedded in it. The clothes on his arm had been cut open by bullets, and his skin was cracked, revealing the steel bones inside. The same was true for his legs. There were many scars on his body, but they had no effect on him.

Mi Feng's body was even more of a mess. The bulletproof vest was almost torn to shreds. The sleeves on both arms were completely tattered, and only a part of the skin remained on the hands and arms. There were many scratches on the exposed steel bones. He didn't know how N had fought.

It had been a long time since he had fought like this, and when he went crazy, he couldn't help himself.

Mi Feng's tone was very indifferent. N's calculations were different from Zhang Hao's. Zhang Hao tried not to let any bullets or shrapnel hit him, while Mi Feng didn't care as long as it didn't cause fatal damage to N's mechanical body. N dared to rush over while staring at the machine gun firing, so N's fighting was much crazier than Zhang Hao's.

Opening a black suitcase, Zhang Hao quickly changed into a new set of clothes. It was a set of casual clothes. He took off his military boots and put on a pair of leather shoes.

Mi Feng also began to change. N looked at N's arm and took out a can of spray, spraying it on the exposed steel bones. In a moment, active cells crawled all over N's arm.

Zhang Hao said, "Spray some on me too."

When they were close to the border of Enjaraba, the armored vehicles stopped. Mi Feng and Zhang Hao stood by the side of the road, both dressed casually, wearing sun hats and sunglasses, with their hands in their pockets, watching Zhang Yihu busily pouring gasoline inside and outside the armored vehicles. M had also changed clothes, wearing a suit and tie, with sunglasses, looking like a bodyguard.

The three of them walked along the road towards Enjaraba. After walking about a few hundred meters, Zhang Yihu held a grenade in each hand. He pulled the pins and threw them out casually. The two grenades, one in front and one behind, shot into the back door of the armored vehicle.

"Boom! Boom!"

The armored vehicles immediately burst into flames.

Zhang Hao said, "Let's go, let's go home!"

After crossing the border, they saw several cars parked on the side of the road. Zhang Erhu, Zhang Sanhu, and Wu Renbao were all there. The others were gone.

Wu Renbao's spirits were obviously much better. He had just woken up and immediately recognized Zhang Hao when he saw him. It was the person he had seen before. He stepped forward and shook Zhang Hao's hand, gratefully saying, "Thank you, thank you..."

Zhang Hao found it funny in his heart. M said, "You're welcome, Manager Wu. We'll return to the country now."

Everyone got into the car and drove towards the capital airport of Enjaraba.

The benefit of having a private plane was that they didn't have to go through security checks. Soon, the group boarded the plane. At this time, the news of the heavy losses suffered by the rebels in Labia was overwhelmingly spreading. After the hostages from various countries returned, the news began to be widely reported.

However, Wu Renbao did not leave with the private plane. He left Africa according to normal procedures. It would be troublesome later if he left with the private plane.

"A mysterious mercenary group occupied a military camp and rescued the hostages!" This news quickly spread on the Internet.

In particular, the rescue of Chen Ming, the general manager of China Construction Corporation, made many people suspect that it was China's special forces who had taken action. However, China's news spokesperson immediately denied this rumor.

All kinds of rumors were getting closer and closer to nonsense, but the onlookers liked it. Some people were fanning the flames, with people who didn't mind the excitement.

Self-media and public accounts took advantage of this wave of enthusiasm to make a small fortune. Everyone was very satisfied, and the onlookers were also very satisfied, satisfying their gossip psychology and venting various emotions.

Wu Renbao was invited by the national security agency for questioning, but they didn't make things difficult for him.

Due to the control of the nanomachines, Wu Renbao pretended to be stupid in various ways. Fortunately, Chen Ming and others testified for him. Although there were many doubts, they could not involve Zhang Hao and the others.

It was very easy for the robots to change their faces. When they returned to Yuan Mountain Villa, they all changed their faces. Zhang Hao even changed back to his flesh and blood body.

This soul exchange caused Zhang Hao a lot of suffering. After the soul had been through killing, it became a little stronger. Adapting to the flesh and blood body made him quite irritable—suddenly changing from an omnipotent robot to a weak person made him very unhappy.

It took a full month to adapt. Playing the piano, planting flowers, painting, and writing calligraphy were all good methods. He tried to calm himself down. He stayed at home for a month, but he was not idle. He was busy and had a lot of fun. He was finding a way to calm his soul.