Only when they saw the rampaging Jirafa Type 3 did people suddenly realize that the gunfire and explosions did not seem to be a massacre...
They did not have to just sit there and wait to die, either!
Most people were as simple-minded as Carl. They had no idea why these robots had gone berserk or why production instructions had appeared in their heads.
But they were merely simple-minded, not fools. They knew it was not that giraffe that had suddenly come running out and blown EBM apart with a kick.
"Oh dear, the sun's going down!" Holding Guluo's arm, Qingxing turned toward the far end of the crimson glow. By now, only a faint streak of brilliant red remained visible on the distant horizon. The towering clouds were painted in vivid, clearly layered shades of red, spreading out like a fan as night seeped fiercely in from behind.
Yet what puzzled everyone was that no matter how hard they tried, they could not make out her face. It was a very strange sensation. Nothing obscured her, and she was so close, yet for some reason they could see only a delicate, alluring outline.
The International Grand Hotel was in southern Lanhai City. The parking lot outside its entrance alone was as large as two soccer fields, and the hotel was the tallest building in southern Lanhai City.
With her wealthy senior Duoduo around, at least she would not have to worry about the fare home. Besides, Duoduo was also her business partner and the bookkeeper for the Heaven-Slaying Mercenary Corps. If she did not spirit Duoduo away with her, where would she find a bookkeeper?
Just as Qingyi and Guluo were both hesitating over what to say, an urgent voice suddenly rang out in the distance.
Huaxi knew there