40: Attacked (3K, please support!)

It was a dreamless night. The morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains onto Jiang Feng's face. He rubbed his temples, struggling to escape the warmth of his bed.

The working hours at the combat cage were too long; so long that once he lay down, he simply didn't want to get up.

Old Jack was scrolling through his wristband; there was a lot of new news on the forum today.

"Relationship Fractured? 'Guardian of Awei' Ambassador Storms Out! Accuses Humanity of Disrespecting the Divine Way, Unable to Communicate!"

"Special Envoy 'Ogawa Jiro' Deciphers Mysterious Signal! 'Qien Empire' Surfaces!"

"Reptilian Race? The Truth About the 'Qien Empire' Might Be Disgusting!"

"Terran Union is Great! Great Leader Dong Dachuan Proposes Initiative in Cabinet! Simultaneously Develop Three Paths to Ascension: Gene, Cybernetic, and Synthetic!"

"Difficult Times! Polls Show Social Cohesion Hits New Low!"

"City District 02 Holds Strike! Newly Built Gene Research Laboratory Destroyed! Dozens of Experts Injured!"

"Major Breakthrough! Blue Laser Weapons Officially Deployed in Terran Union Fleet! Anti-Aircraft Guns Also Enter Mass Production!"

"Human Federation Escalates Trade War! Forbids Terran Union Freighters From Approaching Tianjin IV Star System!"

"Technology Index Plummets! May Lead to Further Contraction in Fourth Quarter Trade Volume!"

Beneath the stark headlines were countless comments from netizens, full of furious sarcasm and insults. Clicking on any item, the speed at which comments increased was like a rollercoaster in freefall, completely out of control.

Old Jack's mouth twitched. He picked up his coffee cup, took several big gulps of whiskey, and opened his investment account. His expression immediately turned serious, his eyes blinking repeatedly as if trying to wake from a dream.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor. Old Jack instinctively looked up and immediately jumped from his chair.

"Checking out," Jiang Feng said flatly. Behind him, a figure in a long trench coat silently walked out the door.

Old Jack didn't notice. He respectfully accepted the money and bowed solemnly towards Jiang Feng's retreating back.

"Welcome back anytime!"

By the hovercar, the robot Little Handsome, who had come out first, was already waiting.

He leaned against the front of the car, arms crossed over his chest, one foot resting on the car door, looking unapproachable.

Jiang Feng looked at his humanoid movements, slightly startled. He was a little surprised that the robot was truly so human-like. If he were further away and couldn't see its metallic skin and face, he might genuinely mistake it for a living person.

The hovercar smoothly weaved between the buildings of the Slums. Little Handsome sat quietly in the passenger seat, constantly scanning the surroundings.

Gold-Wrapped Silver was curled up in the back seat, its scanner also constantly vigilant for movement around.

There was no fog today, but early in the morning, before the sun directly hit the ground, the temperature had already exceeded fifty degrees.

The asphalt road became soft, and some sections even started to become sticky. The hot air twisted, making the light blurry.

As they drove into a familiar street, looking at the familiar streetscape, Jiang Feng suddenly felt a mix of emotions.

'I need to bring Xiaoyu back quickly.'

As he was pondering, a black hovercar with no license plate crashed into them from the side at full speed.

A deafening crash.

Metal twisted, the car door suddenly caved in, and the hovercar rolled, slamming violently into a roadside building, shattering the exterior wall and glass in one go. Jiang Feng tumbled inside, feeling the sky and ground constantly spinning before his eyes.

Then, with a "bang," his forehead hit the bulletproof steel plate hard, and the world instantly turned into countless little stars.

Twinkling, sparkling flashes of light burst across the center console. The circuit shorted, emitting acrid, burnt smoke.

As the hovercar crashed to the ground, Jiang Feng felt a sharp pain throughout his body and lost consciousness.

"Threat confirmed!"

The Peregrine Falcon Robot were unharmed. In the last second, he saw the driver who had crashed into them; the opponent's face was filled with madness.

If not for being high on drugs, a shabbily dressed ruffian would never have been so fearless in the face of death.

With a sudden burst of strength, his metal arm directly punched through the jammed car door. The motor hummed, and Little Handsome forcibly squeezed open the deformed door, crawling out. Gold-Wrapped Silver followed closely behind him. The two robots exchanged glances, connecting to each other's wireless local area network.

Through the hovercar, Gold-Wrapped Silver's thermal imaging lens instantly locked onto eight heat sources. These were eight gang members in leather jackets, armed with modified pistols and submachine guns, surrounding the crash site.

Three of them had already spotted Jiang Feng through the deformed car door and were raising their guns to aim.

"Attack protocol activated."

Little Handsome's voice suddenly turned cold. He drew the revolver shotgun from Jiang Feng's waist, moving as fast as a silver lightning bolt.

Before the trench coat even hit the ground, he had already kicked away two enemies who were raising their guns. With a deafening gunshot, the third enemy raising his gun instantly lost his jaw, and from the front of his neck, one could directly see the shops behind.

The thugs' eyes widened, and they screamed, "Quick! Shoot him! Shoot him!"

But it was too late.

The second and third shots were a rapid-fire barrage. The two thugs, kicked by the steel body, had already had the breath knocked out of them instantly; now they would never need to breathe again. Little Handsome landed, leaned sideways, and took cover in front of the car, avoiding a volley of bullets.

The next second, Gold-Wrapped Silver darted out from the left. Its sharp maw, surging with hydraulic mechanisms, instantly severed a person's neck.

Its alloy claws extended, rapidly advancing amidst the continuous submachine gun fire from two people, making successive curved turns. Two claws tore through a crotch, and amidst astonishing screams, the taser released its maximum power.

Amidst crackling sounds, before the burnt brain smoke could even rise, there were two more gunshots.

Enemies hiding behind cover were also not spared.

Little Handsome was methodical. He returned to his original position and quickly checked Jiang Feng's condition.

"Pulse stable, no skull fracture, forehead wound not deep, requires initial debridement and suturing."

In his processor, Little Handsome prioritized. Since Jiang Feng was not in life-threatening danger, he should not have any worries.

The wound on his forehead could wait, but the cleanup of the scene could not!

"Cleanup protocol," the robot ordered.

Gold-Wrapped Silver nodded and began marking the traces on the ground that needed to be cleaned.

Little Handsome methodically cleaned up the scene. He repositioned the enemies' weapons, created traces of intense gunfire on the walls, and finally didn't forget to use an alloy knife to damage the wounds on the bodies.

Vehicles on the road didn't even dare to look closely, speeding away frantically.

"Falsification completion 98.7%, event impact spread probability reduced, evacuate immediately."

Little Handsome made his assessment, carefully placing the unconscious Jiang Feng in the back seat. He himself drove the battered hovercar away quickly. He didn't choose to return to the apartment but headed straight for an abandoned industrial area on the map.

When Jiang Feng slowly regained consciousness, what greeted his eyes was a severely deformed car door and a mess inside the cockpit.

He touched his forehead; it was a little itchy, and it hurt when he touched it, as if it was bandaged.

Jiang Feng felt lingering fear: "Gold-Wrapped Silver? Little Handsome!"

"You were unconscious for 3 hours and 42 minutes," Little Handsome pulled open the severely deformed car door, making a creaking sound.

"Unknown individuals launched an attack. Gold-Wrapped Silver and I recorded the entire process."

Fragments of memory suddenly flooded back: impact, gunshots, blood!

Jiang Feng sat up abruptly, a wave of dizziness washing over his head. He gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Play the recording!"

The scene playing on the wristband made Jiang Feng's stomach churn. It wasn't that he couldn't adapt to the sight of killing, but the camera angle was too shaky, giving him 3D motion sickness. In the footage, Little Handsome's killing efficiency was terrifyingly high; every shot went straight for the vital points.

And Gold-Wrapped Silver's performance was also very impressive; in places with many obstacles, he was simply an invincible war god!

Jiang Feng turned his head and saw that Gold-Wrapped Silver had multiple gunshot wounds on his body, causing his paint to fade and his metal shell to be dotted with dents.

Looking at Little Handsome again, his trench coat fluttered, completely spotless.

Jiang Feng's heart sank into his stomach. He clearly saw the entire attack process, carefully zooming in on the footage. The attackers were yelling something, looking very unconvinced and furious.

He frowned, thinking to himself, 'Could this be the work of the Iron Hand Gang?'

Other than them, Jiang Feng felt he hadn't provoked any other trouble.

Or perhaps, these people were sent by Galaxy Heavy Industry? This wasn't impossible, but he always felt that if Galaxy Heavy Industry were to send people, they wouldn't hire unprofessional individuals.

"We faked an internal conflict scene," Little Handsome added.

"The Public Security Bureau will think it's a gang shootout. Local gangs will suspect something is amiss and start investigating. It will take them at least seventy-two hours to find all the vehicles and drivers that passed through the intersection."

Jiang Feng's finger hovered over Molly's number. He had intended to inform Molly, but ultimately put it down.

He now had robots, Robot Dogs, exoskeletons... Jiang Feng's face turned cold. He reached for his waist; the revolver shotgun was back in its holster, the cylinder full.

'From today on, I must rely on myself for everything. I can no longer relax my vigilance because of others' promises!'

Jiang Feng thought to himself, then ordered, "I estimate this is the work of the Iron Hand Gang. Whether it's Brother Tang's hired assassins or if he can't control his subordinates, either way, I'm blaming this on them!"

"Investigate the Iron Hand Gang's lairs and strongholds. I need all information."

Little Handsome's blue eyes flickered: "It is recommended to formulate a detailed plan and obtain more assistance, otherwise, if the situation escalates, it will be detrimental to your survival strategy and your family life."

Jiang Feng waved his hand, stopping the robot. He looked outside; the steel beams of the abandoned factory cast no shadows under the midday sun.

He suddenly smiled, a smile that even temporarily stopped the robot's movements.

"No, Little Handsome, they are the ones who should be worried."

"But now..." He looked at the battered hovercar, gritting his teeth.

"These bastards! My car!"