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After the alien image appeared on the United States internet, the authorities claimed after a while that it had merely been a hacker's prank. The alien incident in the United States thus ended anticlimactically under the official explanation. Dale Spooner, a Black detective who longed for the simple life of the past, loved old songs, and preferred old-fashioned clothes, knew nothing about the aliens' appearance online. Because he hated robots and missed his old life, Spooner had not received that information.

President Little Black also had his own ideas: he wanted to take control of the cheap biological virus weapons they had acquired and use them for military purposes. In truth, President Little Black wanted to test the power controlled by the aliens. Although the world of I, Robot had not yet reached the stage of colonization, its future society could already travel anywhere in the solar system. Little Black played a trick during the negotiations. In his view, what truly mattered was the biotechnology. Sending supersonic fighter jets to probe them was only natural. After all, if the aliens were weak, they could be eliminated and their biotech seized. It was worth paying some price to obtain those things.

Of course, USR Corporation in Chicago would not give President Little Black any face. They were a company that sold robots, so how could they possibly sell off their technology? Only an idiot would do that. After greeting the United States military, Tang Tian used a small space cruiser to descend through the atmosphere, preparing to head for the secret base in Area 51. Meanwhile, a large quantity of biological weapons and anti-gravity technical data were stored in a space he had personally created. What he did not know was that a probing attack was about to begin.

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"Beep, beep, beep..." A rhythmic old-fashioned alarm clock rang beside Spooner's ear. He opened his eyes, shook his head, slowly lowered the pistol he had raised, and lay back down. As a Black police officer in Chicago, Spooner remained vigilant at all times. He looked much like he did in I Am Legend.

Spooner's room was styled after the 1980s and 1990s, completely out of place with the ultra-modern world outside. Perhaps because the old NS-1 robot had failed to save that twelve-year-old girl, ultra-modern things had become Spooner's inner demon after that incident. Rejecting advanced technology, especially robots, had become his inevitable choice.

Spooner pressed the continuously ringing alarm clock. It was exactly 7:30, which meant it was almost time for work. No longer sleepy, Spooner got up and used the remote to turn on an old-fashioned music player. Melodic old songs played continuously. While the music played, Spooner exercised, then entered the bathroom and cleaned himself up.

"How beautiful!" Spooner said appreciatively as he opened and put on a newly purchased pair of old-style 2004 shoes. Once he had finished everything, he prepared to go to work at the Chicago Police Department.

"Good morning, sir! Your order has been delivered on time..." As Spooner opened his door, an NS-4 robot with a blue upper body checked the information on the order and spoke to him politely.

"Move aside, tin man." Spooner rudely shoved the NS-4 robot aside and spoke without expression.

"Have a pleasant day!" The NS-4 robot strictly followed the instructions in its programming and replied politely to Spooner.

"Try Jazz City's synthetic Chicago-style pizza, just like the taste you remember. Fluorescent Fish! The world's best-selling genetically modified food." Wearing a black trench coat, Spooner walked onto the street and looked helplessly at the robots everyone seemed to own. After all, people of this era had complete trust in these companions, who could handle all kinds of work without complaint. Many of them had even become members of the family.

"The strongest performance. Fully prepared, absolutely safe. Say goodbye to endless upgrades and **! Connected to USR Corporation's central computer, VIKI, providing daily real-time updates for super robots. NS-5 robots: tomorrow's technology, delivered today." An advertisement for the soon-to-be-released NS-5 robots played on the display screens of USR Corporation's 613-meter headquarters building in Chicago.

Since Spooner still had some time before reporting to the police department, he first went to visit his grandmother's house. The plot was steadily developing step by step.

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"Main brain, twenty supersonic fighter jets dispatched by the United States have been detected. Calculations indicate an over eighty percent chance that they are here to probe us, and a twenty percent chance that they are here to fight." Tang Tian, aboard the small space cruiser that was about to descend through the atmosphere, watched as the monitoring system detected twenty supersonic fighters approaching the God of War spacecraft.

"As expected, I still underestimated the greed of the United States government. We need to use force to deter them and chop off those claws hard." Tang Tian continued with the original plan as he spoke coldly to Red Queen.

Tang Tian had considered things fairly well, but he had failed to notice that, aside from the widespread use of robots, the future of this world had already reached the point where people could freely travel to lifeless planets. That was why the United States government had pulled one over on him. Although they also needed anti-gravity electromagnetic technology, their desire for it was not so strong. Compared to that, the biological virus weapons were far more important.

"Understood, main brain. Tactical nuclear weapon defense system activated." As soon as Tang Tian finished speaking, Red Queen issued the most reasonable means of attack—nuclear deterrence.

Speaking of which, a certain alien had wanted to obtain massive resources easily. What he had not expected was that the actions of the United States government would make him realize that he was not some invincible protagonist and had no protagonist's halo. If he wanted what he desired, he had to possess the strength to take it. The shadow of that person deep within his bones appeared once more.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Red Queen launched an attack from the God of War spacecraft, firing ship-mounted intercontinental ballistic nuclear missiles. Three tactical nuclear weapons with black fins rapidly descended toward the area occupied by the supersonic fighters.

Seeing three intercontinental ballistic nuclear missiles flying directly toward them, Pete Daniel, the commander of this operation, was too terrified to speak. He had not expected the aliens' reaction to be so fierce. Those ballistic missiles radiating a terrifying aura were definitely not good news.

"Oh my God, quickly inform the president that the test is over. The aliens aren't easy to get along with." Pete Daniel shouted in terror among the supersonic fighter formation. Before he could finish speaking, the nuclear missiles had already arrived.

The three tactical nuclear missiles flashed amid the supersonic fighter formation, as though the light of a million suns had caused even space itself to dim. A wave of radiation swept toward Pete Daniel's direction, and all twenty supersonic fighters exploded in an instant. None survived. Because space was a vacuum without air, no shockwaves were produced, greatly reducing the power of the nuclear weapons.

"A small-scale nuclear blast isn't satisfying. If you piss me off, even large-scale nuclear explosions will happen." Seeing the supersonic fighters destroyed by the nuclear missiles, Tang Tian relaxed after wiping out all the probing aircraft and spoke with madness and venom. If that person had seen it, he would definitely have said, "A madman just like me." The lingering effects of Tang Tian's kindness after transmigrating were slowly fading. A truly cold heart, just like that person's, was slowly awakening.

When President Little Black of the United States heard that all the probing fighters had been destroyed, he fell silent and no longer dared to test them. No one knew what kind of madness that crazy alien might do. Fortunately, it had only been a probing attack. The aliens' representative would arrive soon. At worst, they could prepare to be extorted. The fact that the aliens had not directly used weapons of mass destruction proved that they needed large amounts of supplies and novel technology. Clever Little Black could see that much as well.

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