A Blade Pulled from Behind His Ass

The next day!

Ada got up early and Cairo's house. Unlike most women who like to sleep in, she was very disciplined and maintained a healthy lifestyle for ten years. Even the heavy rain and flooding in some areas last night couldn't stop her biological clock; she left, leaning against the wall for support.

Ada had originally planned to kick Russell off the bed after they were done, pull up her pants, and turn her back on him without a second thought, even if Russell clung to her leg and begged her. But plans don't always go as expected. After spending the night together, she felt Russell was alright and decided to observe him for a while longer. If Russell showed any remorse during this time, she would forgive Russell and give him a chance to become a permanent employee.

As Ada passed through the living room, she spotted Spooner fast asleep on the sofa. Spooner was covered in mud and looked like a beggar, while Russell was the only bright spot in the room.

"How about we extend the observation period a bit more? As long as he takes the initiative to ask me to a movie... never mind, I'll kindly lower the difficulty a bit, even just sending a message would be fine." Ada hesitated, leaning against the wall as she shuffled into the elevator with her bowed legs.

Spooner slept until 9 a. m. and only realized he was at Russell's house when he groggily went to the bathroom. He was exhausted from yesterday and was still feeling a bit listless.

Spooner splashed cold water on his face, threw his clothes into the washing machine, and five minutes later he was dressed in brand new clothes.

Washing machines in 2035 come with built-in UV drying capabilities, a feature common in many science fiction movies. So, if you see male and female protagonists in a science fiction movie wearing the same clothes for a whole year, don't assume it's because the production team lacked funds; rather, it's to fit the historical context.

Spooner changed his clothes, then rummaged through his closet in a showy manner, but couldn't find a single bottle of perfume. He then gave Russell the middle finger in front of the mirror, giving him a scathing look of contempt for his lack of appreciation for life.

In the living room, Russell sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, the American Shorthair lay in the corner wagging its tail, while the Thunder Beast played a game of stomping on its own tail. Every time the American Shorthair stopped, the Thunder Beast would slap it, and the American Shorthair would wag its tail wildly as if it were being recharged.

American Shorthair: (;Д`)

Spooner sat at the table, which was laden with a hearty breakfast: milk, potato pie, vegetable salad, and toast. He clapped his hands, picked up a spoon, scooped up a large chunk of mashed potatoes, and stuffed it into his mouth, saying with satisfaction, "Russell, I didn't realize you were such a good cook. I'm starting to admire you. Also, thank you for breakfast; I really enjoyed this potato pie!"

Russell, without looking up from the newspaper, said, "No, I didn't make breakfast. Cook did. If anyone should be thanked, it's him."

"Cook!? Who's that? Is he your nanny?" Spooner picked up his milk and took a sip.

At that moment, an NS-5 emerged from the kitchen. "Officer Spooner, thank you for your compliment, but I am not a nanny, I am Master Russell's servant."

"Puff----"

Milk sprayed from Spooner's mouth and nose. He grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, strode over to Russell, snatched the newspaper, pointed at the NS-5, and roared, "What the hell is this thing?"

Russell gave him a look as if he were an idiot. "NS-5, what else?"

"Of course I know this microwave is an NS-5. I mean, when did you buy a robot?" Spooner's eyes widened like light bulbs. Yesterday, Russell was all close to him, mocking robots, and today he's betrayed him. What happened to their partnership?

Russell shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, I can't afford such an advanced intelligent robot!"

"Where the hell did it come from?" Spooner was furious, like a lion. He had actually eaten the breakfast prepared by the robot, and he felt like he wanted to die.

"I won the lottery! This morning, a salesman from USR Corporation knocked on my door and told me I'd won a big prize. He gave it to me right then and there. You were sleeping like a log, so I didn't wake you." Russell looked troubled. "You might not believe it, but I just left a message on their website to show my support. I never expected to be so lucky."

Spooner scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. This robot is faulty, and I'm very lucky. Why didn't I win?"

"Maybe it's because he's handsome again!" Russell scratched his head. "I named it Cook, which means chef. What do you think?"

"I feel terrible!"

"Are you still going to eat breakfast?"

"No, I'd rather buy a burger downstairs than eat food made by a robot," Spooner declared. "Actually, the burger place downstairs is pretty good for me. I bought two Big Macs last night and they were pretty good."

Russell looked astonished. "Spooner, which burger joint are you referring to?"

"Which one? Isn't there just a burger joint downstairs?"

"Yes, there is only one, but the chef at that burger joint is a robot."

Spooner: "..."

High-speed tunnel!

Spooner sat in the driver's seat, switched the police car to autopilot, and handed Russell a stack of documents. "Take a look, Dr. Lanning's autopsy report is out."

"You've already seen it, so I won't look at it again. Just tell me the result."

Spooner face, "The autopsy report confirmed that the doctor died by suicide. John told me that the case was closed and warned me not to continue making trouble."

What are you planning to do?

"Of course we should continue investigating..." Spooner hesitated for three seconds, then looked at Russell with a serious expression. "Buddy, there's a lot of resistance behind this case. Even the mayor has intervened. Continuing to investigate will offend a lot of people. To tell you the truth, Dr. Lanning is my savior, and I will never let him die in vain. But you are different. You have no connection with him, and I don't want to involve you."

"Are you done with the nonsense? If you're done, tell me about your current suspects." Russell raised his fist and placed it in front of Spooner: "We're partners, aren't we?"

Spooner grinned and bumped fists with Russell: "Yes, we're partners!"

Spooner was in high spirits. He knew Russell's prowess; he was likely a retired special forces king who had made his way in the city. With Russell's help, investigating the case would be much easier.

"Robertson is the prime suspect. His eagerness to cover up the truth is too obvious. Moreover, he has the authority to do many things, such as when I was attacked by the demolition robot last night..." Spooner pondered for a moment, then turned on the car computer and used his police privileges to access the USR Corporation's mainframe and contact the supercomputer V.I.K.I., which covers the entire city of Chicago.

"What can I do for you, Officer Spooner?" V.I.K.I.'s 3D silhouette appeared on the control panel.

"V.I.K.I., retrieve the last 50 communications between Dr. Lanning and Robertson before his death!"

"Your permissions allow you to view encrypted files, please wait..."

While waiting, V.I.K.I. played some soothing music, and Russell noticed something was wrong. The supercomputer was taking too long to retrieve the file, even slower than his Xunlei subscription.

At this moment, an USR Corporation robotic transport vehicle overtook the police car from the side, accelerated, and drove in front of the police car. Another transport vehicle followed closely behind, sandwiching the police car between them.

Russell took a deep breath. He remembered this part of the story. He pressed the button on the driver's seat, pushed Spooner to the back, and got into the driver's seat to switch to manual driving mode.

"What's wrong, Russell?" Spooner climbed back from the back seat to the passenger seat and saw Russell gripping the control lever with both hands, which made him feel dizzy and nauseous.

Russell pressed the accelerator, pushing the car to its maximum speed. "We're surrounded! Buckle up, I'm going to go for a spin!"

The two transport vehicles changed direction, moving laterally under the rolling wheels of the sphere. Their extra-long bodies blocked both sides of the road, completely surrounding the police car.

At this point, all the car in front needs to do is slow down and the car behind accelerate, and the police car will be sandwiched between them!

Spooner gasped and quickly fastened his seatbelt. "Damn it, it must have been Robertson. He has the authority!"

Russell ignored him, gripped the control lever tightly, and suddenly changed direction to try to overtake from the side. There was still about two meters of clearance on both sides of the transport vehicle, enough distance to overtake.

Buzzing—

The transport vehicle suddenly swerved to the side, its body scraping against the wall without leaving any gap, spewing out a large amount of sparks and forcing Russell to back down, unable to overtake.

"Spooner, is your seatbelt fastened?"

"Alright, what do you want to do?"

The transport vehicle was too long and computer-controlled, making it virtually impossible for Russell to overtake it. However, he wasn't entirely without options.

Russell jerked the steering wheel, darting to the other side. The transport vehicle moved slightly, blocking the gap in front. Just then, the vehicle's hatch opened, and one by one, NS-5 robots with red glowing chests opened their eyes.

"Come on, can things really be this bad?!" Spooner swallowed hard, pulled out a pistol from his pocket, and saw about 80 robots in his line of sight, but he only had 20 bullets left. The situation was extremely dire.

The transport trucks behind them closed in, opening their hatches as well. Russell drove the police car through the middle, swerving again to attack, but the road ahead was still blocked. A glint flashed in his eyes, and he instantly reduced his speed, bringing the car to a sudden stop.

The police car was stuck on the curb, but the transport truck behind it did not participate in the blockade, leaving a gap on the side that allowed the police car to slip through.

Rumble!!

The police car had one tire worn down, and the vehicle lurched and overturned, but fortunately, everyone was unharmed. Russell and Spooner climbed out of the car.

Unable to stop, the two transport vehicles accelerated and collided, tumbling into the side wall before being engulfed in flames with a loud bang.

"Damn it, my All-Star!" Spooner said angrily, gun in hand, his 2004 Converse sneakers covered in engine oil, as he once again forcefully inserted the advertisement.

Russell drew his Desert Eagle: "Spooner, this is not the time to complain. We're in trouble."

Spooner followed his gaze and saw dozens of NS-5 robots rushing out from the flames, their red lights on their chests indicating that they were extremely dangerous.

"Fcuk, can I swear?"

"You've already exploded."

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

The NS-5 robot rushed within 50 meters, and the two opened fire to meet it, retreating while firing. Spooner destroyed five or six robots before running out of ammunition and was forced to use his mechanical arm to fight the NS-5 that rushed in front of him.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

Russell turned to provide support, firing a series of shots that killed the robots surrounding Spooner.

"Watch out behind you!" Spooner shouted, and an NS-5 leaped up and pounced on Russell.

Without turning his head, Russell clenched his fist behind his back, drew a long, gleaming sword, and cleaved the alloy-structured NS-5 vertically in two.

[Item Card: Adamantium Blade (Not recommended for sale if the price is below nine figures)]

With the Space Ring, Russell found it much easier to carry items, allowing him to store some pre-existing items in the ring. Incidentally, he'd already put on those Shape-Shifting Underwear.

"Wow, where did this knife come from?"

Spooner peered at Russell's buttocks, his brows furrowing deeply. He couldn't find anywhere to hide the knife. Could it be magic?

Russell used a combination of swords and guns to take down the incoming NS-5s one by one. Within 50 meters, he could kill a robot with a single shot. After running out of bullets, he used his dazzling Blade to kill the incoming robots on the spot.

Spooner couldn't stand watching the spectacle and hurriedly said to Russell, "That's cool! Quick, Russell, get me another one!!"

"I only have this one sharp knife; the other one is a bit dull. Is that alright?"

"It's alright, just give it to me!" Spooner didn't believe it at all. Russell's Adamantium Blade was practically indestructible; it could break the steel frame of the NS-5 robot with a wave of his hand. How dull could another knife be?

OK!

Russell nodded, reached behind him and touched his buttocks. Spooner followed his gaze, but Russell had only scratched an itch. When Spooner turned around again, Russell had already pulled another knife out of his crotch.

[Item Card: Great Cleaver (for cutting watermelons, please use it correctly)]

Russell handed over the Great Cleaver: "Spooner, I usually use this knife to cut watermelons, be careful not to break it."

(一`一)

Spooner remained silent, staring in astonishment at Russell's crotch, lost in thought about life.

Where exactly is it hidden?