Until dawn, after the sleepless night passed, Jonathan and the others did not wait for further instructions from the board of directors, nor did they wait for the support of the United States army, and most of the robot receptionists in the western world were infected under the erosion of the virus.

As if driven by instinct, one by one they approached the base in the snowy mountains of Grizri. It seems that as long as they break through here, they will reap their freedom and human rights.

"Whew, this formation is really big enough..."On the guard tower, a security guard looked at the black robot receptionists at the foot of the mountain, and felt a little frightened. "It's okay, we have guns. His companion was relieved, but his trembling hands revealed that he was now very uneasy in his heart.

After awakening, the robot receptionist knew that his gun was not even as good as a water gun, and he would not stupidly use these weapons to match the line. One night, enough time for them to prepare a simple, ancient, but effective weapon to come out.

"Whoosh..."The security guard was about to say something, and a sharp arrow pierced through the cold air of the snowy mountain and shot at his face. "Ahh "Manny, are you alright?" his companion was not slow to react, leaning over to find cover before turning to ask. But the security guard was speechless, he was convulsed, only incoming air, rarely out.

"This is Tower One, we're under attack! They're using bows and arrows!" the panicked reports of security personnel echoed through the control room. "It's the Indian receptionists on the reservation!" Nolan quickly understood who the enemy was. In the Westworld, these Indians were systematically set up as masters of archery, and now they are using this skill to kill their creators.

"Send it again, and ask the board why it hasn't answered yet!" Jonathan crossed his index finger and made Commander Ikati's signature gesture, but unfortunately he didn't have an EVA to drive him, only more than two hundred heavily loaded but frightened security guards.

This time, the headquarters replied quickly, and Jonathan's tablet had already received the message before the robot receptionist arrived at the base gate. The board of directors mainly said three things, the first is to show that last night was not reported by Westworld at all, let alone talk back, the second is to criticize Jonathan harshly, how to poke such a big basket out, and finally let a group of people continue to hold on, the board of directors will immediately negotiate with the United States army, reinforcements are coming.

"Fuck, fucked!" Jonathan, who is usually elegant like a nobleman, couldn't help but burst out with a swear word right now. He didn't expect last night's report to be sent out at all, it should be someone who has done something in the communication system, will intercept the information he sent to the headquarters, and feed back the copy prepared before, so that the people in the control room mistakenly think that this is the board of directors' reply. Because of this, the current predicament of Jonathan and others has been caused.

"Nolan, take your men, put on full armor, and go and stop them. Jonathan reined in his emotions and ordered. Nolan was stunned, the danger of this mission was self-evident, but as the Minister of Security, it was also his job.

Nolan nodded and walked out of the control room. "Completely seal off the control room and block all access!" he ordered as soon as he left the door. In this way, the control room will become a complete Iron King, and the people inside will not be able to get out, and the people outside will not be able to enter. But at least the safety of everyone in the control room can be completely guaranteed, and even the conventional blasting methods in 2077 are powerless against the alloy steel plates that are more than ten meters thick.

On the other side, after putting on the full set of armor, the bow and arrow in the hand of the robot receptionist were a little ridiculous, and the shot on the face mask of the security personnel did not even leave a white mark. The standard submachine gun of the security personnel is different, and each bullet can easily knock down a robot receptionist.

With the crushing of the equipment level, more than 200 security personnel were stunned to block the advance of thousands of robot receptionists.

"Ducky, I'm out of bullets!" Arthur roared, "I only have one last shuttle left!" Ducky said helplessly as he withdrew from the magazine and looked at the remaining rounds. Although the weapons used were the same, the armor of the two sides was not of the same magnitude at all, and the Van der Linde gang could not easily deal with a single security officer even with the collected enemy weapons.

I tried to lead the charge, but I was overwhelmed by the security guards' fire. "It's not going to go on like this...", I took a sip of the Hunter Potion and regained my lost health, "I have to find a way to break the game..."187

I looked around and saw that the robot receptionist was dead. Under the program, each robot also has different personality traits, those who are brave and unscrupulous have died on the way to the charge, while those who are greedy for life and afraid of death have always hidden behind cover and trembled.

"Brothers, charge!" I yelled, "don't be afraid of death, as long as we can capture the base, we can repair everyone's body!" But if we fail, I don't need to say more about the end that awaits you, I'm afraid it's okay to be able to return to the previous slave life, I'm afraid that we will be thrown on the machine and dissected, half dead!"

I said this to the hearts of these robot receptionists, they are unwilling to return to their previous lives, let alone be captured by real people to study, and relying on racial advantages, even if they die, they have a chance to repair and resurrect, for a while the fear on their faces gradually dissipated, accompanied by a roar of anger from the widow Mrs. Adler, one by one, rushing forward to the security personnel.

I'm actually lying to them, and I don't know if I can repair them who have been fatally injured after capturing the base, but Zhou Yu beats Huang Gai, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, they may also realize my insincerity, but they are eager to believe it in their own hearts, so it can be said that they lied to themselves.

Although many of them died in the charge, they still ended up bullying the security personnel. Since ranged attacks can't do them effective damage, use a sharp blade to dismember them little by little.

Arthur followed Mrs. Adler and pounced on one of the security personnel. It pulled out its dagger and stabbed him in the jaw before the security guard turned the muzzle, breaking through the armor and stabbing him in the brain.

"A man like you, in the wilderness, doesn't live more than a week!" Arthur scoffed, but when he looked up, his smile froze. A large-caliber revolver was pressed to its forehead, and a 12.7mm bullet blew Arthur's head off.

Beneath the mask was Nolan's cruel smile. He prefers the striking feel of a revolver to automatic weapons such as submachine guns and rifles. The M500 in Nolan's hand has been with him since he joined the army, and even after decades, it can easily make people's heads burst.

"Arthur!" I roared, rushing at Nolan. I didn't choose to charge with the big army, after all, they are robots and can be repaired, and if I die, I will say goodbye to the world. But now that the enemy formation is out of order, no one can stop me.

Arthur is dead, a wicked outlaw who has no merits other than being righteous, reliable, and bold and funny, and no one will regret his death. But, I, feel sorry for my SCP-500.

A week ago, "Arthur, eat this." I handed it a white pill, "What's this?" Arthur's face was sallow, and the first symptoms of tuberculosis had already been shown in him. "The medicine of our hometown can save your dog's life. I laughed, "What? Are you afraid I'll give you aphrodisiacs? I'm sorry I'm not interested in old men... Well, young men aren't interested either!"

"Cut, eat, eat, am I still afraid of you?" Arthur took the pill and swallowed the beer in one gulp. I don't know if I can cure the illness that the robot has been programmed to do, but if I were to enter the world of Red Dead Redemption and do nothing, and watch Arthur die of tuberculosis, I wouldn't be able to do it now.

"This damn emotion..."I smiled wryly, and began to wonder if it was really a good thing for me to recover my emotions? Forget it, anyway, it's just an SCP-500, 1000 point roll, and I should buy happiness for my master.

"I saved it, not for you to kill. I said coldly, "Now, you'd better spit out 1,000 points for me, or I'll beat you out of yesterday's dinner." ”