Horton's excited flushed smile froze on his face, replaced by anger like a bull being provoked.

He gasped for air in his nostrils as he stood up and spat hysterically at the mob as he anxiously grabbed his hair and walked around.

"Damn, if something is still in their hands, if anyone can see what it's for, oh my god we'll never want to see the full Terminator R!"

The thug leisurely fiddled with his watch, and said unabashedly admiring to Horton's father and son: "Dear friend, maybe you don't need to be so sad, after all, old Horton has been hiding in the Tomahawk for many years, and no one has discovered that his experimental plan has advanced to this extent?" If there were geniuses, I am afraid that they would have run away from home like you, or would have been poached by the old enemy of the Tomahawk, DGS, to reform people. ”

"Yes, that's right, my father's experiments and I are certainly unmatched in this world! They want to reach our heights unless they follow us from the start of their research! Haha, thug, you're right, I agree with you! You really deserve to be an ally of both my dad and me! ”

The thug said: "Then my dear Holden, your z33 experiment is also successful, does it mean that the experimental plan of the Terminator R has officially entered the mature stage, as long as we get that thing, and then improve it on the basis of your z33, it will suddenly become what we all want, killing all sides, invincible?" ”

"Of course, with my dad's drawings and my genius mind's z33 analog synthesis machine tailored for the soon-to-be-born Perfect Terminator R, you can get everything ......"

Before he finished speaking, a large amount of scarlet blood spurted out, and the thug who was closest and suddenly killed was naturally splashed with blood all over his face.

Still slowly adjusting the position of his watch, he licked his blood-soaked lips.

Gollum......

Looking at little Horton's still closed one by one, it seemed that the head that had not finished his words had rolled pale to his feet.

A headless body stood still, spewing blood.

"Oh, my dear Houghton, I forgot to tell you something."

Like two of the world's closest lovers whispering closely, the thug cherished and looked at the eternally quiet head, smiling warmly and warmly.

"The last thing I like is when people walk around in front of me, it makes me extremely anxious and lose my cool, and the consequences can be very serious."

"Well, I know you've learned your lesson."

The thug's lover-like words ended, and he turned around and pushed down the headless body in front of him without blinking.

Soon the bell was heard ringing for the chief's service, and they hurried to the scene, dragging away little Horton's body with swift hands and feet, and quickly replacing the old carpet with a new large tapestry, and spraying the air with a freshener that scented with a strong smell of tropical flowers.

The fragrance of flowers, the thick smell of rust mixed with blood, suddenly produced a fragrance that made the mob deeply intoxicated.

He took a deep breath, smiled with a smile on his face, as if he was sorry for it, and threw his head behind him like a piece of garbage, and muttered to himself.

"I already have the glass, then, as my dear friend said on his deathbed, put his head into the pigsty, and give his body to the wild dogs, alas, who made me such a soft-hearted man."

The people who serve are not afraid to breathe, and they have long been familiar with this situation.

Just as their men were cautiously trying to take Horton's head and body, the mob snapped their fingers into the air.

"Wait, I remember that Mr. Matthew has always been interested in our friend Horton's experimental plan, so from now on, the factory and laboratory built for little Horton will be owned by Mr. Matthew."

"Oh, and also, I heard that Mr. Matthew likes to eat monkey brains to increase his wisdom, and there are more tasty human brains here, so don't waste them, dig them out completely and send them to Mr. Matthew, I believe he will like my gift very much."

The attendants nodded their heads busily, for fear of dragging on for an extra moment, and there would be another headless corpse here.

They stiffened out like marionettes, and the thug was left alone in the room to indulge himself.

"The fragrance of flowers blooming in the blood, and sure enough, I like it the most at all times...... When the Terminator R is mass-built, I must make every corner of the world I love bloom with such a wonderful taste! ”

After three days of painstaking study, the collector barely ate, drank or slept until he reappeared in front of the people with his replica in his arms, his bloodshot eyes, his face was pale, and his cheeks were deeply sunken, as if he were a walking corpse, and he startled everyone.

"This ...... Is this going to experience life in a non-chieftain? God, your clothes are about to turn into strips of cloth, why don't you tidy them up before you come out. ”

"I don't have that time."

The collector turned a blind eye to Wilson's shocked and disgusted looks, walked past the crowd, and came to Zhang Yi with two balls in his arms, and Zhang Yi's eyes lit up when he saw them.

"Research it out? Already have a successful replica? Or two! Collectors have yours. ”

"It lives up to expectations."

The collector nodded reservedly, and then clicked on the buttons on the surface of the two balls, Zhang Yi didn't expect that the button on the surface of them would also have a short video projection for a simple introduction to use.

"No matter what kind of weapon it is, the person who uses it should know exactly how to use it, otherwise I will feel that the weapon is better to destroy itself than to fall into the hands of fools."

After the collector said ruthlessly, he informed Zhang Yi that the two copied products had overcome the defects of the original defects themselves, and could be used as the artifact of their tomahawk to be placed in the treasure trove as the trump card at the bottom of the box.

If there is a nuclear bomb level, it is not made by various countries to start the Third World War, and the Tomahawk is not made to make two replicas of this thing to make trouble.

Any organization that is free from state control is itself like duckweed in water, and if it is not prepared for danger, it is in danger of being subverted sooner or later.

It's different with such an artifact suppression, I think I also know that as long as the remote control is in Zhang Yi's hands for a day, the tomahawk has to honestly obey the order from top to bottom.

In addition, as long as the time is ripe to release the news, I am afraid that the craziest terrorist organizations will have to re-weigh the strength of Tomahawks, and dare not make mistakes casually.

"Due to the constraints, I have scavenged almost all the materials in my inventory, and hollowed out more than half of my Tomahawk wealth, barely making two. If a third one were to be created, I think the Tomahawk would have to be disbanded on the spot first. ”

The collector gave Zhang Yi the remote control after a poisonous tongue, and he didn't have the slightest intention of hiding it.