163: Enable the highest permission and the robot companion takes up arms

Melon XII had no doubts.

Following his son, he got into a black, specially customized vehicle.

Besides this customized vehicle, there were also several black vans nearby.

The windows of the vans were all closed and were one-way glass, so the inside could not be seen from the outside, but the outside could be seen from the inside.

Melon XII was momentarily puzzled.

But he thought they were bodyguards his son had brought.

He didn't have any questions.

Initially, the vehicle drove normally, heading towards the Melon Group headquarters.

However, gradually...

Things started to become abnormal.

The customized vehicle deviated from the normal route, driving into increasingly remote areas.

Melon XII watched the birch trees constantly receding around him; this was clearly not the road to Melon headquarters.

What's going on?

Even if Melon XII was foolish, he knew something was wrong.

His son had no intention of taking him to withdraw money.

Sitting in the back, Mellon glanced at the rearview mirror in front; in the mirror was his son's face.

This face was seventy to eighty percent similar to his own.

It was as if they were cast from the same mold.

He should have felt an unusual sense of familiarity, but for some reason, at this moment, he felt no familiarity at all.

Instead, he felt extremely unfamiliar.

Is this really his son?

What an ungrateful wretch.

However.

Melon XII didn't blame his son.

In this money-driven society, father and son turning against each other was a common sight.

Under the corruption of money...

People's morals gradually declined.

But... Melon XII was unwilling.

He didn't want to die like this.

If he hadn't encountered the Longevity Foundation before, then so be it.

Now he had encountered the Longevity Foundation.

It offered head transplant surgery, which could give him a brand new body. It offered the Longevity Drug, which could greatly extend his lifespan.

All of this held immense temptation for Melon XII.

Or rather...

No one could refuse this temptation.

There was a bright future ahead, a chance to live again.

Melon XII was unwilling to die like this... He began to subtly pull out his phone, preparing to contact his old subordinates.

As one message was sent...

And one call after another was made...

However...

Every call was met with the message, "The number you have dialed is switched off."

He contacted all of his old subordinates.

Not a single person answered his call.

Did his son have such extensive connections?

Or was he being held back by something?

...Melon XII's heart gradually sank. It seemed no one could save him.

Now he could only rely on himself.

"My dear father."

"Are you a little disappointed? None of your old subordinates answered your call."

XIII looked up, glanced at the rearview mirror, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What did you do to them?"

"They've followed me for many years, don't hurt them."

XIII:

"Don't worry! They're fine. Once we're done, they'll be out. My dear father, the only one you need to worry about now is yourself."

..."What do you want to do? Kill me? And become the head of the family yourself?"

Mellon glanced at his son and spoke indifferently.

He tried to stabilize his son first, then slowly figure out a way.

"No, no, no, no..."

"You are my dear father! How could I bear to lay a hand on you?"

"In my plan..."

"As long as you behave yourself and stay in bed, I won't do anything to you."

"Blame yourself for wanting to use the family's money."

..."My dear father."

"I had no choice but to resort to this."

"However..."

"We are bound by blood, I won't kill you, merely restrict your freedom."

"Please rest assured."

"I will wait until you die of natural old age, and then see you off on your final journey."

Listening to his son's effeminate voice...

Mellon suddenly felt a little afraid. Why was his son speaking so strangely?

No matter how he listened, it didn't sound like something a normal person would say.

Was his mind somewhat twisted?

Oh my!

He wouldn't imprison me and slowly torture me, would he?

...This thought only lingered in Mellon's mind for a moment before it passed.

The most important thing now was how to escape.

Thinking about all those other things was useless.

That's right.

Didn't the Longevity Foundation say that if he encountered trouble, he could contact them?

Now... now he would try.

Melon XII composed a short message and sent it.

Less than two seconds later...

A reply message appeared on his phone.

"Received."

"Rescue will arrive in five minutes."

After receiving this message, for some reason, Melon XII suddenly felt much more at ease.

Although he didn't quite believe their words, he still felt a slight sense of comfort.

One must know, this was the United States of America!

The Melon Family could basically be considered the largest financial consortium within the White Headed Eagle's borders.

But...

Did any other organization have such influence?

According to Mellon, there was none... At the same time.

XIII happened to see Mellon's action, his expression suddenly changed, and his voice instantly transformed from effeminate to that of a venomous snake.

"My dear father."

"What message did you receive?"

"Rescue?"

"Let me see."

Mellon originally didn't intend to hand his phone to his son, as it was his last straw.

Perhaps the so-called Longevity Foundation still needed his phone signal for positioning.

However...

He was old and frail... completely unable to resist.

His phone was instantly snatched away by his son.

XIII looked at the content on the phone screen, and a strange laugh escaped his lips.

"Received."

"Rescue within five minutes?"

"My good father."

"You still had such a backup plan?"

He let out a sinister laugh, then violently smashed the phone with his right hand.

"My good father."

"Tell me."

"Who did you contact?"

..."I... I don't know either," Mellon said indifferently.

"However."

"It doesn't matter."

"We're preparing to move now. No matter who you contacted, they won't find us."

After XIII finished speaking...

He had the driver make a turn and drive to a new transfer point.

And he turned on a signal jammer to ensure they wouldn't be tracked by signal.

Little did he know...

Everything he did was futile.

Ever since Mellon sent the message, the tianyan-1 satellite in the sky had already locked onto the customized vehicle.

No matter where they fled...

They would not be able to escape this dimensional pursuit.

At the same time...

Under Lu Xingye's authorization, a robot companion in the United States of America went out of control.

Or rather:

This was not a loss of control.

Instead, Lu Xingye had taken over the robot companion through the highest authority.

At this moment...

This robot was no longer a service robot but a terrifying weapon of war.