You Said You Went Home to Pet Cats, but Got Screwed Instead

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[Bite!]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Sonny, triggering Lottery Draw. Would you like to draw now?]

The silver-gray robot's name was Sonny. Russell knew he was the most special one, but he never expected that the World Quest would be triggered by Sonny.

[Ding! Host has triggered World Quest]

[World Quest: Stop the Rise of Robots]

[Mission failed, forever trapped in this world, becoming the leader of the human resistance, contributing to the continuation of the human race.]

What kind of punishment is this? What does it mean to "contribute to the continuation of the race"?

Russell was a little confused. If it meant literally, wouldn't he become a human walking seed-sowing machine? But how easy is it to reproduce a race? At that time, let alone goji berries, chives, and kidneys, even angelica and deer antler wouldn't be able to save him!

The thought of being locked in a small, dark room, my feet bound to a large bed, watching a woman smoking and walking away, only to be followed by another woman walking in, and outside the door, an endless line of people...

The scene was so beautiful that Russell shuddered, his mind reeling. He said goodbye to Spooner and went home to pet his cat.

Russell did not participate in the interrogation of Sonny, and even if he had, what difference would it have made?

The NS-5 series robots are selling like hotcakes, marking the largest robot sale in history and causing a global sensation. Then, news broke that Dr. Lanning, the father of robotics and the creator of the Three Laws of Robotics, had been murdered by a robot. How much panic would that cause?

If NS-5 sales are hampered, USR Corporation will be the first to suffer, its market value will decrease, and it could potentially trigger a global economic shock. This involves the interests of too many people; capitalists will be the first to object, and the America government will not stand idly by.

With such strong resistance ahead, interrogating Sonny would be a waste of time and effort, only someone with an overwhelming sense of justice like Spooner would do such a thing.

In fact, Russell was overthinking it. Even without the intervention of the America government, the Chicago city government couldn't sit still. When Spooner brought Calvin and Sonny into the police station, John had been waiting for a long time with a dark expression.

It turns out that when Russell and Spooner arrested Sonny, Mr. Robertson, the president of USR Corporation and the world's richest man, made a phone call to the mayor. The mayor was furious and called the police station, giving John a severe dressing-down.

The mayor demanded that the incident be downplayed, stating that Dr. Lanning's death by suicide was something everyone was happy to see, and anyone with doubts would be ruthlessly crushed.

Soon, Robertson arrived at the police station with his lavish legal team. Although he had already made arrangements behind the scenes, he was a world-famous figure, and even if it was to reduce public attention to the incident, the necessary procedures still had to be followed.

The legal team argued that murder refers to one human killing another human, and robots are not included in this category, so the charge cannot stand!

Even if Sonny did kill Dr. Lanning, it would only be considered an industrial accident. Sonny was the property of USR Corporation, and if there was a mechanical failure, USR Corporation would be responsible for its destruction. No one else had the right to interfere.

Neither the law nor USR Corporation could sway Spooner, nor John, and Sonny was ultimately taken away.

And then there's Dr. Calvin, who's furious. She left the police station with the legal team, and now she's in charge of destroying Sonny's body.

The matter should have ended there, since the mayor had intervened and John dared not interfere further. But Spooner remained unconvinced and was determined to seek justice for Dr. Lanning so that he could die in peace.

So, in the dead of night, he secretly sneaked into Dr. Lanning's residence alone to continue investigating the clues.

Meanwhile, Russell returned home and summoned the Thunder Beast to enhance its attributes. Skills and Character Card were good, but ultimately, one's own strength was crucial. He believed that with enough attribute points, his Wild Baseball Fist would be invincible.

[Host: Russell]

[Strength: 30 (16+14)]

[Body: 38 (24+14)]

[Wisdom: 30 (17+13)]

[Wealth: 67,900]

Having found the right path, his attribute points have increased much faster, and he no longer needs to rely on the system to add points; he can gradually level up on his own.

Attribute points are the system's evaluation of Russell's various qualities. Even if the system were to disappear one day, his physical attributes would not decline. He now regrets allocating attribute points too quickly in the early stages. If he had discovered from the beginning that lightning could improve his physique, he would have saved his Free Attribute Points and used them later when the difficulty of improvement increased.

Fortunately, it's not too late. The Thunder Beast can still unlock its potential, and Russell has never tried the Thunder Beast's full-power discharge before, so its 'Constitution' and 'Strength' can still be increased. Only the 'Intelligence' attribute points currently have no good way to improve; the only way is to strengthen it through point allocation.

"Ding-dong~~Ding-dong~~~"

The doorbell rang. Russell put down the Thunder Beast in his arms, recovered from his injuries, and wiped his frizzy hair before opening the door.

As soon as the door opened, Ada rushed in, she was really in a hurry, her eyes were practically spitting fire!

Ada had never been so angry. Originally, she and Russell were just temporary teammates, and she had no intention of developing their relationship beyond friendship. But Russell was just too disrespectful. He rejected her in every way, even turning down her advances, as if looking at her would kill him.

Don't I have any dignity?

As a Chicago policewoman, Ada had never suffered such humiliation before. She vowed to get revenge and make Russell know the price of hurting a woman.

Ada's plan is to let Russell experience her charm tonight, and once Russell falls in love with her and can't live without her, she'll dump Russell without looking back.

It wasn't enough that she just dumped him; she also ridiculed and mocked him during the breakup, using all sorts of vicious language to belittle Russell and severely damage his self-esteem, just like Russell did to her.

This is a sacred revenge!

Russell was pushed into the house by Ada. He didn't react when they passed the living room, and he still didn't react when they entered the bedroom. It wasn't until he was pushed onto the bed that the innocent Russell guessed what was going to happen next.

"Wait..."

"Shut up, or I'll draw my gun!" Ada unbuttoned her coat and threw it on the ground. The holster strap made her look tall and slender, showcasing the capable and efficient style of a modern woman.

It would be even better if it weren't for that fierce look that says, "I'm going to fuck you tonight!"

Russell wanted to fight back, but the other woman was armed, and rashly provoking her could result in him being shot. He was a rational man, and after analyzing the pros and cons, he made the best choice: first, keep her calm and lower her guard, and then proceed slowly.

Thinking about it, he immediately put on a serious face. "Ada, you've misunderstood. I know it's impossible, I just want to protect myself."

As he spoke, he opened the bedside table and took out... In essence, he was a kind young man with strong self-control against the temptation of beauty, but... a person without foresight will surely have immediate worries!

He knew that his outstanding qualities would attract the attention of female predators, so he had an extra trick up his sleeve just in case. After all, a man should learn to protect himself.

Furthermore, he wouldn't be able to refuse if the other party insisted, since being helpful was his foremost virtue.

Ada stood there, stunned and distraught. Soon, she became angry again. Russell was clearly not an honest man, yet she was rejected time and time again. Was she really that worthless?

"You bastard, you're absolutely despicable!"

"I think so too, why don't you leave!"

"You're dreaming!"

"Alright, but let me make this clear first: even if you get my body, you won't get my heart..."

Russell unbuttoned his collar, closed his eyes, and lay down on the bed, looking more sorrowful than resigned.

Although he might succeed in resisting, he couldn't do it, and for Ada's sake, he couldn't do it either.

If he resisted, Ada would surely be imprisoned, her future ruined by a single wrong decision—how tragic! Russell couldn't bear to see Ada fall into depravity. If sacrificing himself could save someone's life, why not do it?

Don't be afraid, just think of it as being bitten by a dog, close your eyes and it will pass in a while!

As Russell thought this, he gripped the bedsheets tightly, and tears of grief and indignation streamed down his face...

[This scene is too realistic and has been moved to drive F]

In the middle of the night, the doorbell rang again.

Russell pushed aside the muddy mess on his body that only knew how to talk big, threw on a pair of pants, and went to open the door. The person who came in was Spooner, who was in a bad state. His leather jacket was covered in mud, and his forehead had been slashed open. Considering the time of year, he had probably met with the same misfortune as Russell.

"What's wrong, Spooner? You look like you've been... you know... by a dozen fat women."

Spooner sighed, took an American Shorthair cat out of his pocket and handed it to Russell: "This is Dr. Lanning's cat. It's yours now. Don't you like petting cats?"

"What did you say? You went to the professor's house to steal a cat, and then got beaten up like this by the cat?"

Russell put the American Shorthair on the ground, and the shorthair, unafraid of strangers, rolled around in the living room, rubbing its back against the ground, and then discovered the Thunder Beast crouching in the corner.

The light blue Thunder Beast was like a docile house cat at this moment. It only glanced at the American Shorthair, arrogantly disdainful. However, the American Shorthair leaned forward to sniff it, then tiptoed behind the Thunder Beast, its pupils flashing with an unreadable light.

Spooner shook his head. "I wasn't hit by a cat, but Dr. Lanning's house was demolished, torn to pieces by a demolition robot, and I was inside at the time."

"Wow, you must be iron deficient, otherwise you wouldn't always be picking on robots."

Spooner sighed, realizing it was true. But when he looked up, he noticed the mark on Russell's neck and his eyes widened immediately. "Hey, you said you were going home to pet your cat, but it turns out you were the one who got attacked!"

"What? What are you saying? I don't understand."

"Damn it, I'm out there risking my life investigating cases, while you're just indulging in debauchery!"

"Spooner, you've misunderstood. I was forced."

"What!?"

"When we made that bet last time, I rejected Ada. Today she came to my door with a gun to my head. If I don't go with her, she'll shoot me." Russell looked dejected. Life is truly unfortunate.

"..."

In the corner, the American Shorthair tucked its body in and pounced onto the Thunder Beast.

Thunder Beast can be considered elemental creatures, without gender distinctions, but this one possesses electricity, so...

Crackling sounds!

"Meow meow waaaaa————"

A scream rang out, prompting Spooner to look around. "Russell, did you hear that?"

"I heard it, it's just two cats fighting, don't worry about it."