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Detroit First TV.

"Sorry, no one on the TV station is being interviewed right now."

"The TV station is temporarily closed and journalists are not allowed to enter."

"No, neither can the reporters of the station itself."

By the time Anderson drove to Detroit First TV in the First District, there were already a number of well-wishers and reporters gathered at the entrance of the building, and colleagues from the police department, who had arrived earlier because of the proximity, had already set up a bright yellow holographic cordon of "no entry" to prevent anyone from entering.

As a result, media reporters who wanted to grab news had to crouch around the building to guard the outsiders.

Obviously, the reporters of the first TV station are conducting interviews in the middle of the water, and once Starlink qualifies this matter, they only need to cut and cut the interview records casually to release them as first-hand news.

As Anderson and Connor got out of the car and walked towards the radio station, the reporters rushed over like ants smelling sweet.

"Mr. David Anderson! Do you think there is a connection between this incident and Red Ice? Do androids also go crazy with drugs? ”

This is the homework done.

"Lady Connor, what do you think of your previous speech as an android? Does the District 10 Droid War have anything to do with him? ”

It's a homework done.

"If androids get the same rights as humans, will the two of you get married?"

This is pure over-interpretation!

"No comment, no comment." Connor relied on her strength to push away the reporters and onlookers blocking the road, and brought Anderson to the blockade.

"Let's go inside." The police officer guarding there obviously knew the two of them, but because of the poor environment, he just made a brief gesture and didn't say much.

"That old man can really cause trouble," Anderson, who was much more relaxed after entering the blockade, straightened his uniform and looked up at the shining curtain wall of the building, "Let's go up." ”

[Confirmation information: Detroit First TV Studio Building, an all-steel frame plasticized steel glass structure, 82 meters high, a total of 27 floors, 8 studios, 25 recording and live broadcast rooms, and more than 5,000 staff. 】

Despite the "first" in its name, it is essentially just a local station in Detroit, and unless someone cares about the city or is interested in the station's programming, it is impossible for residents of other cities on the planet to see what Marcus just said.

Perhaps, his purpose was only to expand his influence a little?

Connor couldn't think of a reason for this for a while, and decided to ask after the meeting.

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"Sir, Marcus has rented a studio on the 26th floor to temporarily replace a talk show with low ratings, and he and Carl Manfield are still there." Upon entering the hall, Connor learned of the situation through real-time updates from her colleagues upstairs.

"I guess that Old Man Karl is probably completely disappointed in that Leo, and plans to take this opportunity to leave some property to Marcus, otherwise as a housekeeper, he will only be inherited by Leo in the form of property after his death." Anderson looked at the lobby on the first floor, where order was quite good, and the staff who came and went were all looking "picked up the big news", so he shook his head and walked to the elevator, raised his hand and pressed the button on the 26th floor. Listen to the school bag

"Hmm." Connor followed the elevator and glanced at the newly brushed quest:

Meet Carl Manfield and Marcus and secure their safe return home.] 】

Before the "anomaly", she just mechanically followed those "task prompts", and after accidentally being infected by "Grox" and recovering, she was much more free to make choices, which proves that in addition to the choice of "model" and "rebellious" tendencies, how to carry out the task has been integrated into her own thinking process, which improves the efficiency of the action, but if she accidentally ignores some clues, there will be no prompts.

Eventually, the overly detailed investigative prompts apparently issued by the police department were gone, and now she had to figure out how to complete the sketchy tasks on her own.

The task can be very simple or difficult, and the difference is whether or not someone will be against them because of the speech.

"Hi Carl, how are you?"

Upon reaching the twenty-sixth floor, Anderson and Connor quickly found Marcus and Carl Manfield, who were being protected by several police officers, who seemed completely unsurprised by their situation, apparently knowing what the consequences would be.

"Hehe, it's okay, I was guessing that you would definitely come, after all, it's a police officer who specializes in dealing with anomalous android incidents," Carl looked in good spirits: "Come and sit." ”

"Well, I have some questions to ask...... Anderson gracefully pulled up a chair and sat down beside Carl.

Connor looked at the two people who started chatting, walked over and pulled Marcus to the window, "You didn't stop Carl?" Or is this actually the plan you're proposing? ”

"This speech was made by Carl, but I don't think I can hide my thoughts from him," Marcus replied, "I don't know if you noticed some of the key issues that I deliberately ignored in my speech." ”

["The android production line and your position? (Model)]

["What are the rights and remuneration and the number of working hours? (Rebellion)]

["Relationship with the original owner? ”】

"Some ......," Connor thought for a moment, "something that wouldn't make humanity immediately angry enough to destroy you?" ”

"You will appear here, in fact, it has proved that I have succeeded, otherwise, it will be the heavily armed Starlink Secret Service Team here," Marcus smiled slightly: "We are not asking for control of the production line, which means that humans will be in charge of our numbers, we are only asking for freedom, but not equality, this is actually no different from the status quo, as for rights and rewards, all are attached." Appropriate', and, though not explicit, the cost of my talk was purchased at Karl's expense, suggesting that we do not intend to be separated from humanity. ”

"And the most important thing is that you repeated three times 'we have wisdom, we are not slaves', if anyone dares to oppose it, they will be blown up by the mainstream ideology within the Star Alliance, 'Free Haven'." Connor spread his hands.

"That's right, at most there will be some interest groups that will be directly impacted against us this time, and they will not be able to complete the attack on us in such a hasty situation, so today-"

Bang-bang

"So today, you have to come with us. 】”

Before Marcus could finish speaking, the tempered glass wall of the building was kicked to pieces from the outside, and while the two were busy fending off the sudden hurricane, the other party directly stopped Marcus by the waist with a lasso and dragged him out of the empty window.

When Connor rushed to the window with his gun drawn, he saw only three gliders in a distant position, and Marcus was being hoisted underneath one of them.

That voice is...... North? She hesitated, but still didn't shoot.

[Mission failed.] 】

This doesn't have to be prompted, thanks!