208: Don't dirty my floor

Chapter 208: Don't Soil My Floor "Boss!"

Li Ke's anxious voice came through the earpiece. "I'm detecting high-frequency brainwave interference! There's a signal source in that box with ten times the intensity of Ah Qiang's! Get away from it, fast!"

Chen Mo bit the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain snapping him back to alertness.

He grabbed the man in the white lab coat and used him as a shield between himself and the box.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Chen Mo pressed the man's face against the lid of the box. "Talk!"

"It's... it's the 'Queen'..."

The man in the white coat was terrified, his crotch damp. "She's the first generation... a failure. But her brainwaves are too strong; she can directly control someone's nervous system... We were just supposed to transport her to the 'Farm' for disposal..."

Disposal?

Treating a living child Li Ke waste to be disposed of?

"Chen Mo!"

Su Qingxue and Ninth Master rushed over after dealing with the guards outside. "The elevator is descending!"

Indeed.

The previous struggle had triggered the control panel, and the elevator had started moving.

The red digits were changing from '1' to '-1', then '-2'.

"How deep does this go?" Ninth Master asked, looking down the bottomless shaft.

"Thirty meters underground."

Chen Mo wiped away a nosebleed and kicked the man in the white coat unconscious. "That's the core area of a former civil air defense project. Now, it's Wang Daoming's private slaughterhouse."

Ding.

The elevator stopped.

The doors slowly opened.

A blast of cold air hit them.

Before them was a vast underground space.

It wasn't the bloody, filthy scene one might imagine.

On the contrary, it was as bright as day, with white floor tiles and glass curtain walls on both sides.

And behind those glass walls... Su Qingxue covered her mouth, nearly dropping her gun.

There were countless massive glass jars.

Brains were suspended within green nutrient solution.

Some brains were still attached to spinal columns.

Even more were complete human bodies, bristling with tubes, lined up densely Li Ke components waiting to leave a factory.

This wasn't a Farm at all.

This was a human Server room.

"Welcome."

An elegant voice broadcasted from the speakers at the end of the hall.

All the lights suddenly focused on a central platform.

There sat a leather sofa and a coffee table, with a pot of tea brewing on top.

An old man in a grey Mao suit sat there, holding a Yixing clay teapot, smiling at them.

Wang Daoming.

Standing behind him were four tall men.

These four were shirtless, revealing lean, powerful muscles.

Most terrifyingly, transparent devices Li Ke the one Ah Qiang had were embedded in their chests, the hearts inside beating frantically.

"Officer Chen, Officer Su."

Wang Daoming blew on the tea leaves. "You honor me with your presence. Forgive me for not greeting you sooner."

He glanced at the black box at Chen Mo's feet, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Also, thank you for bringing this little trouble down to me. It saves my useless subordinates the effort of moving it."

Chen Mo didn't speak.

He simply bent down and pulled out the bone cleaver stuck in the elevator door.

The blade glinted under the white lights.

"Four Cyborgs."

In his world of acute hearing, Chen Mo had already analyzed the situation.

The heart rates of these four were perfectly synchronized, as were their breathing rhythms.

They were true mass-produced killing machines.

"Wang Daoming."

Chen Mo took a step forward, his boot leaving a bloody footprint on the pristine white tiles.

"Don't be in such a hurry to drink that tea."

Chen Mo raised the tip of his blade, pointing it at the space between Wang Daoming's brows.

"That is your final drink before execution."

Wang Daoming set down the teapot.

The porcelain cup clicked against the table.

"Officer Chen, I really don't Li Ke that look in your eyes."

He didn't even stand up, merely extending two fingers and waving them as if brushing away dust.

"In my kingdom, I alone have the right to judge. And you are merely a few dirty rats that have broken into a sterile room."

"Do it," Wang Daoming said, taking a sip of tea. "Don't soil my floor. It's a hassle to clean."

Thump.

The four semi-naked brutes stepped forward in unison.

The sound didn't seem Li Ke four people; it sounded Li Ke a machine dropping four hydraulic arms.

Chen Mo's eardrums throbbed.

The heartbeats of these four were perfectly overlapping.

Sixty beats per minute, no more, no less.

This wasn't normal.

When a person exerts themselves, feels anger, or experiences fear, their heart rate changes.

But these four had no emotions; their hearts were merely fuel pumps, precisely feeding these killing machines.

"Ninth Master, the one on the left."

Before Chen Mo's words had even finished, he had already launched himself forward.

The bone cleaver whistled through the air, aimed straight at the face of the brute on the far right.

No flourishes, just pure speed and power.

Clang!

A vein-ridged arm swung across.

The cleaver struck the opponent's forearm, producing the sound of metal clashing against metal.

The flesh tore open, but what was revealed beneath wasn't bone, but a dull grey titanium alloy skeleton.

The brute remained expressionless, his pupils not even contracting.

He flipped his wrist, fingers curling into a claw, and lunged for Chen Mo's throat with a piercing whistle of wind.

Too fast.

This kind of speed completely defied human mechanics.

Chen Mo could only tilt his head to dodge, several strands of hair being sliced off by the force of the wind.

Immediately after, a massive foot kicked toward his abdomen.

Bang!

Chen Mo blocked with his blade, but he was sent sliding five or six meters across the floor Li Ke he'd been hit by a truck, only stopping when he slammed into a massive glass jar.

The brain inside the glass jar wobbled slightly in the nutrient solution.

"Interesting."

Chen Mo spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at the transparent pacing device on the opponent's chest.

"Titanium alloy frame, hydraulic-assisted muscles, and a nuclear-powered heart." Chen Mo sneered. "Director Wang, this gear must have cost a fortune, didn't it?"

"These are works of art."

Wang Daoming elegantly swirled his teacup. "The T-400 Cleaner. They feel no pain, never tire, and their brains are programmed with the most perfect combat algorithms. Chen Mo, you are fighting a supercomputer."

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots interrupted Wang Daoming's boasting.

Ninth Master's double-barreled shotgun spat tongues of fire.

The massive impact forced the brute on the left back two steps, the muscles on his chest shredded.

But that was all.

The brute glanced down at the bullet holes in his chest and, as if nothing had happened, charged at Ninth Master again.

"What the hell are these monsters!"

Ninth Master cursed as he reloaded. "Are these Terminators?"

"Aim for the head!" Su Qingxue raised her glock and fired in rapid succession.

The bullets accurately drilled into the brute's brow, but it was as if they hit a steel plate, leaving only a few shallow white marks.

Even the skull had been replaced.

"It's useless."

Wang Daoming smiled, his expression full of contempt. "In the face of absolute technology, your pathetic courage is worthless."

The four 'Scavengers' had completed their encirclement.

They didn't need to communicate; their coordination was seamless.

Chen Mo could even hear the faint sound of gears meshing inside them—the sound of a death countdown.

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