Gunshots rang out almost in no particular order.

But there's a difference.

Witters had to pull the trigger before Rodney, and the representative and agent of the 'Emel family' had a very standard dodge when he pulled the trigger.

As the representative and agent of the 'Emel family', in addition to his own identity, the thing that Witters is most proud of is the strong body he has obtained through unremitting training and practical training on weekdays.

At this time, he was very grateful for his self-discipline.

It's not just about getting healthy.

I also got a chance to live.

It's only a small margin, but Witters understands that this will determine the final outcome between him and Rodney.

Even with the standard dodge moves, the bullet still burrowed into the chest.

This is something that Witters was able to expect.

The difference is, pain!

He didn't expect this pain!

Witters was shot for the first time!

With a burst of impact, the pain spread.

Wittes, who was carried to the ground by the impact, curled up and began to convulse all over his body.

But even so, he still tried to keep his head up, and his eyes were fixed on Rodney opposite.

He was going to see Rodney fall to the ground.

He was going to confirm Rodney's death.

It's a given!

Witters is very sure of this.

As the representative and agent of the 'Gibson family', Rodney is already old, although he pays attention to maintenance on weekdays, but the cane in the other party's hand is no longer an ornament, even if it bursts out at this time a little bit of youthful power, which is surprising, but Witters believes that the result will not change.

After all, time is unforgiving.

It will take away everything from you.

Your loved ones, friends.

Your wealth, your life.

Even the memories you leave to the world will become like green smoke after the passage of time, and go away with the wind.

Unconsciously, the representative and agent of the 'Emel family', who thought that the overall situation had been decided, sighed.

And then

His eyes widened.

Because!

Not only did Rodney not fall, but he didn't suffer even the slightest real damage.

Not dodge!

The bullet did hit Rodney.

The placket of the garment is broken.

But it's not flesh and blood on the inside.

But...... Metal!

Bite!

The bullet collided with the metal chest, and the sparks splashed in all directions, leaving no trace on the metal chest, and the bullet bounced off.

Rodney, who held a gun in one hand, gracefully raised his hand and dusted his metal chest, and a smug smile appeared on his old face.

"Accident?"

"Technology changes lives."

Rodney looked at Witters' shocked eyes and smiled again.

And, with this sentence, Rodney seems to have completely opened up the conversation.

In other words, he held back for too long, and he had no one to talk to at all.

At this moment, one finally appeared.

Naturally, he was going to seize the opportunity.

"My body reached a limit 20 years ago, so I had to find some special ways to live a little longer."

"Transfuse the blood of young people."

"Replace a younger organ."

"But that's a drop in the bucket, you know, every surgery requires a downtime, and my already weak body can't handle more rejection."

"Little by little, my body is still weakening, so I need the blood and organs of a strong person who is more in line with my 'goal'."

"That's why I'm here in Zone F......"

"It's really nice here."

"'Tool people' are everywhere, I don't need to be sneaky, someone will take care of everything for me, and then, I just need to take care of it while it's hot."

"But over time, this approach has become a drop in the bucket."

"I had to choose a more adventurous way."

"Mechanical!"

"Just like what you see."

"I underwent ten transformations one after another, and then, I felt energetic, I felt energetic, and I felt young again."

As he spoke, Rodney wiped his chest again.

There was a morbid infatuation on the old countenance.

As long as ordinary people look at it, they will feel uncomfortable and awkward.

To be exact, it's disgusting.

The same goes for Wittus.

Even, more intense.

Because, at this moment, he fell under the muzzle of the other party's gun, and the muzzle of the gun was still pointed at him.

"You're the one who made all of this?"

Witters didn't ask Rodney why he was able to perform such a surgery or makeover.

Obviously, the 'Gibsons' are not good at this.

Treachery!

It's meant to be!

Rodney betrayed his family.

Otherwise, Witters couldn't think of anyone who would have paid Rodney so handsomely.

If you want to get, you have to give.

Witters has known this for a long time.

It's a pity that even if he knew, he still fell into the trap of the other party.

The thought of the man who secretly contacted him made Witters grit his teeth with hatred.

What can be more beneficial for the 'Emel family'.

What a choice to turn their own destiny around.

It's all a scam!

It's all this old perverted scam in front of you!

Look at the surprise in the bastard's eyes.

Until now, it's still camouflaging!

Anger caused Witters to cough loudly, blood foaming out of his mouth.

"Isn't it you?"

"Wasn't you the one who secretly contacted me before?"

Rodney frowned, and the palms of his hands resting on his metal chest were lowered.

"You've already won, do you still want to disguise?"

Witters asked rhetorically.

"A month ago, someone contacted me and said that he would give me a chance to gain greater recognition and support from my family, so that I could turn my destiny around...... That voice is a mechanical synthesizer. ”

Rodney said in a deep voice.

"You got that call too?"

Witters was stunned.

The agent of the 'Emel family' began to spin wildly.

Almost the next second, his gaze was on Donna.

Donna had no head, and her body lay there.

Rodney looked at Donna as well.

The next moment, the two looked at each other.

"Donna should have received a similar call, so I said why we cooperated so closely as soon as Sender 9 had an accident!"

"It turned out that someone threaded the needle...... Damn it! Damn it! Bastard! ”

Rodney sighed, then cursed.

A barrage of non-stop swearing.

Witters didn't speak.

However, his face was hard to see to the extreme.

Snare!

He, Rodney, and Donna all fell into each other's traps.

And, now Donna is dead.

And he?

The condition is very bad.

If he hadn't been treated, he would have died.

But will he still be able to receive treatment?

Witters looked up at Rodney, who was holding the gun and didn't remove the muzzle of the gun even though he cursed separately.

"I think we can ......"

Bang!

Rodney pulled the trigger.

Witters fell to the ground with a shot in his eyebrows, and then Rodney aimed two more shots at the left and right sides of Wittes' chest before putting the gun away.

"Talk?"

"I want to, too."

"If we could have found out earlier, we could have talked."

"But now?"

Rodney shook his head.

He knew very well that when he shot at the other side, everything became irreparable.

He couldn't let go of a man who shot himself and wanted his own life.

Others may be generous and choose to be relieved.

But Witters won't.

Because, he and Witters are the same people.

It's not just Witters, it's Donna as well.

That's why the three of them fell into that bastard's trap together.

What's even worse is that until now, she doesn't know who that bastard is.

"Damn it!"

Lord cursed again.

Then, he began to think about how to solve the dilemma in front of him.

With that bastard's presence, the previous practice of letting Witters carry the black pot would definitely not work, and if he did, he would only hand the 'knife' to that bastard.

That bastard would definitely be happy to stab him at a critical moment.

Just like at this moment.

But without Wittes, how to explain the current scene?

Without a reasonable explanation, the representative families of Area F will surely investigate deeply.

When the time comes, after digging up the death of 'Sender 9', then everything will be over.

Lord knows very well what the style of the 'Sender family' is like as one of the top 100 families.

And such a possible 'sinner' as him, the 'Gibsons' will not come forward.

Jingle bells.

Just as Rodney was wrestling, his personal phone rang.

There is no call prompt, just a series of garbled characters.

It's that guy!

After confirming this, the angry Rodney suddenly calmed down.

Because, at this time, he suddenly realized one thing: the situation in front of him is also what the other party wants.

The other party needs him!

No!

Wrong!

is one of the three agents who need them.

It doesn't matter who it is.

It's just the one who survives.

Why?

The other side needs to cooperate with the one they survived.

Collaborate on a few things.

Rodney's eyes looked at the large screen in the conference hall.

The 'abusers' are binge.

Blood was scattered, and corpses were everywhere.

But there was one place that was quite quiet, belonging to Jason's apartment the 'Sadist', where he saw Lothar 11, Pelce, and Beard, who shouldn't have been, and a stranger.

A bold guess appeared in Rodney's mind.

Whew, whew.

After adjusting his breathing and making sure that there was nothing wrong with his emotions, Rodney picked up the phone.

"You deceived me!"

Rodney snapped.

He tried to make his voice as angry and resentful as possible, with that gnashing of teeth.

"Deception?"

"Didn't you get what I promised you?"

The electronic synthesizer looked puzzled and asked rhetorically.

"But you didn't tell me that you're still working with Wittus and Donna!"

Rodney questioned.

"But you didn't ask me."

The synthesized sound is full of innocence.

"What about everything in front of you? Is it also because I didn't ask you? ”

Anger welled in Rodney's voice.

It's not a disguise, it's a real rage.

He thinks that the other party treats him as a child, and he can deceive him as much as he wants.

"Of course."

"You didn't ask, so, I didn't say."

The synthesized sound of electronic synthesis is naturally admitted.

It seems that it was really because Rodney didn't ask that he didn't say the same.

And this infuriated Rodney.

"Do you think you've won?"

"Even if you fooled me before."

"But now I will never be deceived again!"

"You're finished!"

"The 'Gibsons' will not let you go, the 'Hera's will not let you go, the 'Emmels' will not let you go, the 'Sender' will not let you go, and the 'Lothars' will not let you go either."

"In the face of these families, you will be like a rat in the gutter, terrified."

Rodney yelled.

"Oh."

The electronic synthesized sound should not be able to hear the emotion, but this short answer is full of indifference.

As if Rodney's threat was not taken to heart at all.

As if the 'Gibsons', 'Hera's, 'Emmels', 'Send', 'Lothar' don't need to be taken seriously.

Whew! Whew!

Rodney's breath quickened.

He subconsciously wanted to reprimand the other party for his ignorance and rudeness.

However, at this time, the electronic synthesized voice asked unhurriedly.

"Do you want to live?"

Rodney's angry rebuke stopped when he reached his lips, and he swallowed it back raw, his face changing again and again.

Eventually—

"Yes!"

Who doesn't want to live.

Who doesn't want to live.

Especially Rodney, a person who endures great pain and transforms himself into a cyborg in order to survive, is the most willing to live and the most want to live.

"That's good."

"We can continue to work together."

"Now I want you to be able to disable the emergency measures in the 'building' a bit."

"It doesn't take long, just 1 hour."

The synthesizer speaks for its purpose.

"Emergency squad?"

"What do you want to do?"

There had been a rough guess before, but at this time, Rodney couldn't help but ask.

"Didn't you guess?"

"How can one Sender 9 be enough?"

"At least one more Lothar 11 is needed."

The other party replied calmly.

"How can I survive if I do this?"

Rodney asked again.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it, at this time, there is nothing left to do it, what he needs is to see the other party's 'sincerity', or the other party's 'ability' to let him survive.

He wouldn't do such a thing just because of the other party's words.

"Because it's Witters, not you, Rodney?"

"You implanted a voice-changing device during the mechanical transformation, right?"

"That's where it's needed."

The synthesized sound is full of weirdness.

Rodney was stunned.

How does the other party know?

His modification of the body is a secret, in order to keep this secret hidden forever, he killed those doctors, but how did the other party know?

"How do you know?"

Rodney asked.

This time, the synthesizer didn't answer.

Rodney, who already knew some of the other party's habits, stood in place and hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone.

"Well, I'm Wittus."

"Emergency teams don't need to be dispatched."

"Yes."

"There are additional orders."

Rodney commanded in Wittes' voice.

And after all that was done, he asked again.

"How do you know?"

This time there was no answer.

This made Rodney's brow furrow.

After a full three minutes, the synthesized sound sounded again.

"Sorry, there was a bit of an accident with the plan."

"My original plan was to use the 'Sadist' to see off our Young Master of Lothar 11, but now there is a 'Sadist' who is inexplicably on the side of this little young master, well, no, it's two."

With the words of the electronic synthesized voice, the pictures of Jason and Karen appeared on the screen in the conference hall.

Jason stabbed a 'madwoman' and stepped upward.

Jia Lun guarded the door vigilantly, looking around.

"What do you mean?"

Staring at such a picture, Rodney had a bad premonition.

"I need you to help me right this mistake now - go kill Lothar 11."

"Impossible!"

"I'm not going to do that!"

Without waiting for the synthesizer to continue, Rodney yelled.

Participation and directness are two different concepts.

He didn't mind being involved in the assassination of Sender 9 because he didn't know about Sender 9's death, but just devoured some benefits afterwards.

And now?

Let him kill Lothar 11 directly?

Rodney was timid.

"Then there's no way."

"You're not destined to live."

"That Lothar 11 young master used his authority to broadcast everything that happened in the 'Game Building' at the moment, do you guess how many minutes will the bodyguards of the 'Lothar Family' arrive?"

The synthesizer asked with a grin.

"What?!"

Rodney froze in place as if struck by lightning.

He had no idea that Lothar 11 still had such permissions.

If Lothar 11 does this......

He's dead!

Suddenly, after a second of pause, Rodney came back to his senses.

"You already knew, didn't you?"

Rodney asked.

"Hmm."

"I already knew."

"You didn't ask."

The synthesizer admits it frankly.

Rodney's breathing was rapid.

It's both anger and struggle.

"This time, I asked in advance."

"If I do kill Lothar 11, are you sure you'll be able to keep me alive?"

Rodney emphasized.

"Of course!"

"I promise!"

"Moreover, I will let you live with dignity and not become a tool like a 'madter'."

The synthesized sound became official.

Hearing the other party's assurance, Rodney breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that the so-called life was to become a tool man like a 'madman'.

Right now......

Rodney straightened his clothes a little, covering his metal chest, and then grabbed his gun and walked towards the elevator.

He's going to take out Lothar11.

It's risky, but it's worth it to stay alive.

4th floor, Jason Apartments.

Lothar11 thought about what had happened before, and then turned to look at Beard.

The eleventh heir to the Lothar family said this-

"Beard, shatter all the surveillance on this level."

"They don't need it anymore."

"And ......"

"After a while, whether Rodney, Witters, or Donna showed up here, they all shot directly."

(End of chapter)