"Negotiations are suspended, we have internal affairs that need to be dealt with urgently, and we will wait until everything is arranged to get rid of the order before continuing the previous discussions."

After sending us away in very simple words, Zeratul hurried away. The Wolf elites in the venue also got up one after another, and for a moment only those of us who had come from afar, as well as the real robots and robot soldiers.

"Please come with me, distinguished guests."

A ceremonial robot summons the crowd with a very gentle gesture to the place where it stays.

I took the opportunity to explain to the crowd what I had heard. Generally speaking, there are great divisions within Avalon, especially in the reception of the Starship Core and cooperation with the Jupiter government, and the sharp contradictions are mainly manifested in the elders of Avalon, more than half of them are unwilling to contact the Starship Core for some reason, and these people are inevitably members of the Sisterhood. In addition, the Jupiter government in their mouths is also the temporary government of the solar system, which is considered an extremely dangerous existence due to the use of starship cores and a large number of brain domain chips to transform warriors.

The prevailing view within Avalon is to directly destroy the visiting starship core, kill the negotiators, and wait for the biochemical fleet to wipe us out and then attack Poland at ease.

It was clear that Zeratul's action was unpopular.

"It's really strange, is there still a betrayal and argument for robots, shouldn't the Iron Brain be an extremely obedient unified will?"

Lieutenant Colonel Stanley spoke up to some of the people's feelings, or rather, prejudice. Because of the inherent culture, as well as the amount of war propaganda, most people in the solar system understand Mrs. Wall, and stop at the extremely ambiguous term mechanical civilization, and I also found out after in-depth contact, although Mrs. Wall uses a lot of artificial intelligence and robotics, but they are still human beings in essence Undoubtedly, they belong to the human civilization that attaches more importance to mechanization, and even attaches importance to the point that they can abandon their bodies, and because of this, among Mrs. Wall's enemies, A large part of it is carnalism.

"You're mistaken, Mrs. Wall's actual control is still in the hands of humans, or rather, in the hands of reformers. Don't you even look at the basic state and information of your opponent before you come to negotiate? If they're really stupid tin cans, what else do I do with them? ”

Facing Green's unkind eyes, Lieutenant Colonel Stanley lowered his head in time.

Our group followed the ceremonial robot all the way, stopping in front of two armed scooters, and it seemed that our accommodation was some distance from here.

"Are we going to get back on track first? Now that there is a rebellion within Mrs. Wall, it is not good to stay here and be affected by the pond fish. ”

Lieutenant Colonel Garfield got us in the car and gave us advice to leave. I actually agree with him, but in the current situation, it's hard to say whether Zeratul will let us go back.

Sure enough, the ceremonial robot rushed forward and said in an extremely sincere tone: "Distinguished guests, it is also helpless to delay the negotiations due to some hours, and the Great Elder means that when he finishes dealing with internal matters, he will resume negotiations immediately, and please be calm for a while." ”

At the same time as the ceremonial robot bowed its head deeply and bowed, more than a squadron of mechanical infantry had blocked the nearby entrances and exits. Looking at this loaded corpse, staring at us with a large number of cold inorganic substances, even the brave Garfield and Stanley could only temporarily restrain their expressions.

The ceremonial robot used its clever and funny little monitor to anthropomorphically look around, as if to finally confirm that no one had asked to leave again, and saw that the indicator light on its body representing the model transmission flashed, and the mechanical infantry retreated slightly, but I already understood that the current situation was actually no different from house arrest.

In the huge city of Avalon, flashes of light and explosions could be heard in the distance, and then looking at the appearance of the mechanical infantry around them, it looked like a mountain rain was coming. I'm beating the drum in my heart, is it the wrong thing this time?

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The accommodation inside Avalon, as I expected, is right next to the biochemical farm, not that Mrs. Wall is not vigilant, after all, those of us who need bioconversion energy to survive must be a burden in their eyes, and it must be in the consideration of efficiency to arrange us next to the biochemical farm.

My experience with Mrs. Wall has been proven once again, this branch of human civilization that has almost completely transformed its entire body into machinery is a race that values efficiency above all else, and they must know that I have used this area as a base many times, and that I am very familiar with this part of the city, and if it is for security reasons, it is necessary to avoid placing people like me in this area again. However, in fact, the house arrest places of the negotiating team and the starship cores found out afterwards are all around the biochemical farm, and even from the network intelligence, it can be seen that the location of Kiana and the others is still where they used to be.

For Mrs. Wall's inexplicable stubbornness in this regard, I really don't know whether to blame or steal. At least at this stage I welcome them to do so, after all, one of the greatest purposes of this trip is to bring the girls back, and as for the union of the two sides, as Commander Kramer said, we really do not agree to their terms, will they not care whether we live or die?

Certainly not.

Therefore, I am very clear about the main goal of this visit, if I can persuade Mrs. Wall to agree to send troops and release the starship cores, it is best to save the girls directly, and in the end the unmanned fleet will still rush to unite with a roar, after all, we who have lost the retreat of the Planters, let the biochemical fleet dominate in the solar system, and in turn they will be the first to be unlucky.

Mrs. Wall's accommodation arrangements can only be described as unsatisfactory, but from what I know of them, it is good to be able to do so.

Don't think about food, entertainment and other things, as long as you can survive here, it is the biggest win.

After the negotiation team settled down, an internal meeting was immediately held. My perception of the current situation has been shared by others.

With the sound of explosions and firefights getting closer, everyone agreed to be ready to evacuate at any time. Although Mrs. Wall's infighting was something that had not been anticipated in any of the plans, and we had not prepared any effective coping strategies, all I could think about at this time was to take one step at a time and get out as much as possible. I reckon that even with wisdom like Green and Verrell, there will be no brilliant solutions, and in addition to accurate judgment and personal ability, a very important part of relying on this time is luck.

Among the transformation soldiers who came this time, in addition to me, there were three other soldiers with brain domain perception chips. They were the elite of electronic warfare that I had specially selected before we set off, and at this time, the hacker team composed of four of us with the function of enhancing the perception of the brain domain was the most effective weapon against Mrs. Wall.

There is a group of resourceful people who have such an advantage, no matter what kind of emergency, they can come up with a reasonable plan in a short time. For example, now, we have just been in our accommodation for half a day, and under the personal leadership of Green, including the Chief of the General Staff, the elite staff of our Wehrmacht have come together and quickly developed a plan for dealing with the current situation.

The first is that the two fighters with the ability to perceive the brain domain must constantly gather intelligence from the Internet, focusing on the current situation of the rebellion and the impact on the orbit of Mars and the shuttle lanes in the atmosphere. Secondly, send a modified fighter to break through the communication barrier of his own fleet in the same orbit, and maintain this communication loop of the new noodle line full-time, so as to ensure that the fleet can send a shuttle to pick us up at any time. Then, as a weapon to deal with Mrs. Wall's massacre, I launched a rescue operation against the core of the starship, observed the situation of the counterinsurgency nearby, and replied important information to the temporary coordination department within the negotiation team, so that they could judge the next move.

The status quo, which was originally a mess, became clear and abnormal when these staff officers were taken care of, and even I was confident in the success rate of the operation. When it comes to the role of command, the usefulness of officers is vividly reflected in this aspect. As for myself, I am even more sure that I am not a commander, and that rushing to the front on the battlefield is the way out I should take.

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The contact with Kiana and the others must avoid the mechanical guards, fortunately, I have a natural advantage in this regard, and I am also very familiar with the way, even if I bypass the heavy ground pole and avoid the security system of the thirteenth layer, it still takes a lot of trouble, and I can't suppress the excitement in my heart while I am speechless. When I learned that Kiana and the others were under house arrest, I felt guilty to myself, and although I repeatedly told myself that this was a necessary sacrifice and that they had chosen their own path, I always felt responsible to them as the one who brought them into the provisional government. No matter how relieved I am, my sense of responsibility still whips me all the time. Sometimes I would dream of seeing the silver-haired Kiana complaining to me with two lines of bloody tears, and Karen had become a ghost asking for my life.

At this moment, when I was about to meet them who had been lost, I couldn't control my excitement and couldn't help but speed up the pace of breakthrough.

Suddenly, a chill lit up my body, shivering violently as I gathered my breath and tumbled out of the latent ventilation duct and clung to the ceiling. A series of actions is done in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for the special infiltration equipment, it would not be possible to complete such a difficult maneuver with the left arm of the machine alone.

Just as I had finished concealing and was in the ventilation duct where I had just been, a slender figure passed silently. I'm sure this guy is definitely not human. Afraid of being an assassination subhuman who feels sharp, I only dared to mentally touch his surroundings with my brain domain perception, and basically determined that this guy was not a creature, it should be a robot or Wolf elite. But as the director here, why would the cyborg sneak in and out of the ventilation duct so sneakily?

I already know what is going on. Even more glad that he came, even if it was a few minutes late, the consequences of letting this obviously killer-type thing close to the girls were really unimaginable. At this time, I had already turned on my strongest brain perception ability, sending warning signals in the form of powerful mental impulses, and spreading out the building area in the form of broadcasts. I don't know if the girls will be able to receive my warning, but I can only pray in my heart that my actions are timely enough.

After doing this, I used a shaped gun to continuously bombard the pipes directly from the outside of the ventilation ducts and beat the pipes into a sieve. A slender and eerie shadow slipped out of the breach, and its movements, though eerie, felt disproportionately bulky.

It hurts.

The experience of the battlefield has taught me that taking advantage of your illness to kill you is definitely the only way to live a long life. I didn't have time to reload my ammunition, so I pulled out the battle dagger, and with the force of my body swinging during the action, the dagger sank into the driving rod of the slender shadow like black lightning.

With a cacophony of metallic thuds, the shadow fell, attracting the attention of the building's guard robots, and with a series of dense lines of fire and explosions, the shadow reverted to a state of various small parts. I gritted my teeth and twisted my waist, and the front of me disappeared into the darkness again before the guard robots arrived.

The barrage of battles almost exhausted my strength. Even though I had already killed my opponent, the gloomy, aura still made my heart skip a beat.

What is it? Killer robots? I've never seen anything like it, and I always think that looking at it will make my eyes moldy.

I'm afraid to go back, I'm afraid to be made like this, and it will take a lot of trouble to rescue the girls. I cursed in my heart as I quickened my speed and rushed in the direction where the girls' messages came. At this time, there is no need to care about concealing your whereabouts, and everything is based on speed as the first priority. I crawled quickly along the ventilation ducts, then disgusted that it was too slow, and jumped off the ceiling and jumped through the corridors of the building in a big way. The mechanical guards think that it is impossible for them to turn a blind eye to my appearance, but unfortunately they are not special models that can fight against me, whether it is reaction speed, fire coverage and accuracy compared to those special models, I also know that now is not the time to put the score, even this kind of ordinary detail guards, once the number of them can kill people, eagerly through the aisles, using the brain domain perception ability to constantly destroy the encounter access control system. When I finally broke through the strongest firewall and pushed open the door to my room, I was still shocked by what I saw. The room had become a small battlefield, and the girls, with their primitive weapons such as rudimentary iron or wooden clubs, were fighting the slender robots that I had reduced to very similarly. Five or six were lying on the ground, and some of the damage on the robot's body looked like it had been forcibly destroyed with the weapon it had drawn. At this time, it was Kiana, who was fighting with the robot, who was covered in blood, and her silver hair was slightly stained with blood.

When I saw the scene in front of me, I could only describe my mood with tears in my eyes. With a roar, he rushed forward. The mechanical killer keenly sensed my arrival, and let go of Kiana, who was desperately holding on to the sword, and I saw this aura girl from the corner of my eye, her hands were full of blood, and her face was even more pale like a blank piece of paper. The anger in his chest was still as if a volcano was about to erupt.

With a long roar, the mechanical killer's chest was sunk deep into my robotic arm's elbow. The position where the killer's whole body defense is strongest is where his energy core is located, and although my blow can't penetrate the armor on his chest, it is enough to disturb the energy supply of his physical energy. The cold mechanical eyes flashed with a strange light, and the butt of the Focused Spray Gun beckoned to his head. In that time, I've breached the firewall of the Robokiller's control hub.

"Sure enough, it's the mechanical elite, you're Wolfe's rebel!"

The mechanical killer did not answer, but turned around in a strange position.

The instinct was frenzied to call the police to me, and the anger was extinguished like ice water on my head, followed by deep fear.

I kicked it out of the room with my foot, and the orange light quickly filled the view.