137: Living CPU

He did not let go.

Instead, he released his left hand that was gripping the armor gap and grabbed the still-rotating monster head.

He pulled out the boning knife in his right hand.

But the blade was already chipped and couldn't pierce the chain mail inside at all.

Chen Mo glanced at the floor.

Ninth Master's chipped meat cleaver was lying right by his feet.

He couldn't reach it.

But there was something else nearby.

It was the liquid nitrogen tank that Ninth Master usually used to cool the cold storage.

The valve on top had been damaged by stray bullets and was hissing, spraying out white, freezing cold air.

Chen Mo's eyes hardened.

He used the strength in his legs to wrap tightly around the monster's torso and threw his whole body backward.

Without the balance assistance of its fire control system, combined with Chen Mo's weight, the monster was actually dragged backward.

Pfft!

Chen Mo's back slammed heavily onto the nozzle of the liquid nitrogen tank.

The extreme cold instantly froze through his clothes and skin.

That kind of cold had surpassed pain and turned directly into numbness.

But he didn't dodge.

He pressed down on the monster's head, forcing the helmet's connection point onto the gushing stream of liquid nitrogen.

Ssssss—!!!

White mist instantly engulfed the monster's neck.

At a temperature of minus two hundred degrees, the rubber seal would become more brittle than glass, even in just a few seconds.

Crack, crack, crack.

The originally tough bulletproof rubber emitted a fine cracking sound.

"Su Qingxue!"

Chen Mo roared until his voice cracked, "Smash it for me!!!"

Su Qingxue released the long hook and picked up the chipped meat cleaver at her feet.

She didn't hesitate at all.

She gripped the knife with both hands and raised it high.

In those eyes that were always cold and aloof, a wildness she had never shown before was burning now.

That was the wildness she had suppressed for four years at the police academy.

"Die!!!"

The meat cleaver whistled through the air and slashed fiercely at the neck connection point, which had already been frozen white.

Crash!

There were no sparks from metal colliding.

Only a crisp sound Li Ke shattering ice.

That indestructible helmet was actually hacked right off!

Rolling, rolling.

The helmet rolled to the side.

The wires inside were snapped, sizzling and sparking.

The massive steel body twitched a few times and finally stopped moving.

The voice in the loudspeaker vanished completely.

The cold storage fell silent instantly.

Only the liquid nitrogen tank was still hissing, along with the heavy breathing of the few people present.

Chen Mo pushed away the headless mecha pressing on him and slumped to the ground.

His back was covered in a layer of white frost, his clothes frozen stiff, and ice shards fell off whenever he moved even slightly.

"It's not over yet..."

Chen Mo shakily climbed up and reached into the hollow cavity of the severed neck.

"That old schemer Professor Qin... it's impossible he only sent a remote-controlled toy..."

He reached his hand into the mess of cables, ignoring the residual current that made his fingers go numb.

He was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Su Qingxue tossed the meat cleaver aside, her hands trembling, unsure if it was from exhaustion or lingering fear.

"The black box... or a self-destruct device..."

Chen Mo felt it.

Deep in the mecha's chest cavity, there was something warm and squishy.

The texture was wrong.

This didn't feel Li Ke machine parts.

It felt more Li Ke... flesh?

Chen Mo pulled hard.

Splat.

The thing was pulled out.

Everyone was stunned.

It wasn't a crystal chip, nor was it a bomb.

It was a biological tissue about the size of a fist, resembling a tumor.

It had an eye growing on it.

A living eye.

It had no eyelid, was covered in bloodshot veins, and was staring fixedly at Chen Mo.

"Holy shit!"

Ninth Master, who had just woken up, opened his eyes to see this thing and was so scared he nearly fainted again, "What the hell is this thing? Did this hunk of iron get pregnant?"

Chen Mo looked at the tumor in his hand.

A wave of intense nausea surged up his throat.

He could feel the faint pulsation coming from his palm.

Thump, thump.

This was the true face of the so-called "fire control system" that Li Ke had hacked into earlier.

This mecha wasn't controlled by a crystal chip.

It was controlled by this piece of flesh.

"This is... a living CPU."

Li Ke leaned in, his face as pale as paper, "I've seen this theory on the dark web... slicing up human brains and cultivating them into biological wetware to process complex tactical maneuvers..."

"This eye..."

Su Qingxue suddenly covered her mouth.

She recognized this eye.

The color of the iris, that specific texture.

This was the eye of her senior from the previous year who always greeted her with a smile.

The senior who had passed away a year ago due to a "car accident."

"Looks Li Ke Professor Qin is pretty good at recycling waste."

Chen Mo sneered and squeezed his fingers tightly.

Splat.

The tumor was crushed.

Fluids splattered everywhere.

The feeling of being watched finally disappeared.

"Let's go."

Chen Mo wiped his hand on his clothes, but instead of cleaning it, he just smeared the bloodstain evenly.

"We can't stay here anymore."

"Ninth Master, can you still move?"

Ninth Master groaned as he climbed up, rubbing his chest, where he likely had two broken ribs.

"I can move, but the door is broken. What about my several tons of meat? That's all money!"

"Stop worrying about your pigs."

Chen Mo pointed to the still-glowing cabinet.

"Take this thing; we need to change locations."

"Where to?" Su Qingxue asked, "The whole city is looking for us—the Special Investigation Bureau, Professor Qin, and..."

"There's one more place they would never think of."

Chen Mo picked up the severed mecha helmet from the floor and weighed it in his hand.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place."

"We're going back to the police station."

"Are you crazy?" Li Ke shrieked, "That's walking right into a trap!"

"No."

Chen Mo looked at the dead helmet in his hand, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Hiding in plain sight."

"Old Lin's files are still in that dilapidated archives room."

"There's a safe there that only Old Lin knew about—the empty cabinet he made me wipe three times a day on my first day of work."

"If Professor Qin really turned Old Lin's brain into a server."

"Then that safe must contain the... administrator password for this server."

Chen Mo turned around and looked at this band of stragglers.

A crazy man with a broken leg, a police officer wielding a meat cleaver, a terrified hacker, and a butcher with broken ribs.

Plus a dead man's brain.

"What a setup, simply perfect."

Chen Mo grinned, a smile uglier than a ghost from hell.

"Let's go, everyone."

"Tonight, we're going to turn that professor's operation upside down."

Ninth Master's cold chain truck, which was a specific van model, had basically no suspension system.

With every bump, Chen Mo's broken leg sent shooting pains through him, as if someone were drilling into his bone marrow.

But he didn't make a sound.

He clutched the still-humming cabinet in his arms, Li Ke holding a newborn baby.

The green nutrient solution inside the cabinet sloshed with the movement of the vehicle, and the brain floating within bumped against the glass wall, making a faint, muffled sound.

Thump.

Thump.

This sound was infinitely amplified in the narrow carriage.

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