Pamir moved with his mutilated body, which now consisted of only a head and an upper body with the left part missing.

Luckily, all the parts he lost were mechanical, and his injuries were relatively minor.

Pamir is now considering his next plan, the surprise attack of the media tower is indeed not in his plan, and the opponent's combat power is definitely not within his ability.

It's just that he's losing too fast now, so fast that he hasn't reacted to it himself.

The most troublesome thing now is the problem of the media tower, first of all, Guston himself is still there, and if he is conscious now, not to mention his own combat effectiveness, his appearance will greatly boost the morale of the Overseer.

Secondly, if the media tower is used by Ye Ling to control public opinion, then his next plan will be in vain.

Then it is necessary to let Les come here to deal with these two people first, as long as Les solves these two guys first, then everything can go on.

But now the Pamir is a moving head, leaning on the silk in his right hand when Spider-Man flies here.

There are also many high-rise buildings in District 8, otherwise he really can't fly.

However, Pamir will not do things without leaving himself behind, and Les has almost received the news of the attack on the media tower, as long as he is more than a few hundred meters away from the media tower, Les will automatically receive the message.

Pamir is now looking for a robot whose body parts can be reconnected to a humanoid robot so that he can gain a new body.

It's been about 10 minutes since he escaped from the media tower, he's been flying for a long time, but strangely he hasn't encountered a single robot.

It stands to reason that these robots should go berserk to attack humans, more than 400 robots, except for the uncontrollable ones put by the hospital, there should be more than 300 left.

Before, the three of Yan Vulture destroyed nearly a hundred, and there should be nearly two hundred more to wander around the city, but why can't they find any of them.

What's that, firelight? There seems to be some burning smell.

Pamir saw what appeared to be something lying sideways on the side of the road in front of him, and from a distance it looked like a robot.

When the Pamirs approached, he wouldn't

It was found that it was indeed a robot, but it had been destroyed, and it seemed that it had been attacked by the high temperature, and many joints had dissolved, and it could no longer be used.

Looking further ahead, the number of robots lying down here is extremely staggering, and each one is the same as the last, all of them have been beaten like this.

Pamir didn't care about picking now, so he randomly found the parts of two robots, and then forcibly made a new body.

When Pamir stood up, he felt a little unaccustomed, sure enough, this kind of body can only be used as an emergency temporarily, and the normal artificial skeleton will use data collection and adjustment to ensure that the mechanical body is synchronized with the original body in order to make the user feel the same as the original limbs.

The machines that are now patched together from discarded machinery are naturally inferior to the original body, but they are better than nothing.

There are nearly 70 robots lying down here, and nearly half of the remaining robots are here.

Pamir didn't have time to investigate now, he now had to go back to his institute to get his spare body back, and then figure out how to solve the problem of the media tower.

After all, it's just a few armed policemen, and they can't make much waves.

The armed police, the guy who deals with abnormal creatures, when it comes to the real war, is dead if he is hit by a bullet, and the armed police are just humans with higher equipment and physical strength.

Relatively speaking, those armed police who can block a thousand people alone can only be capable, they are not afraid of bullets, and they have monster-like combat power, but on the contrary, most of the armed police are just humans.

Of course, it can't be said that they are ordinary people, those people's physical strength is also very high, although Pamir is not good at this aspect, but he knows that the people who are strong now are actually more or less because of Fusion's genes, and there are very few who really rely on hard work.

As long as this area is subverted, the control of the army will be in their hands, and at that time, no matter how ranked the armed police are, they will only die in the face of bullets.

But the butterfly effect also happens, and these guys are definitely not a flock of butterflies, but a flock of eagles.

Pamir was walking slowly along the street against the wall, his body barely obedient.

The feeling reminded him of the pain of that day, everything he was

Completely changed on that day.

He's a great player, and his talent is so amazing that he's like a natural player.

A guitar can unleash a beautiful melody in his hand, and any teacher praises him for his talent.

But his fate is ill-fated, and it seems that Tian has a great interest in playing with genius.

When he was 16 years old, when he was about to take the stage, the end happened, and after that, his life was turned upside down like a roller coaster.

The most remarkable thing is that he became a capable person, and from that day on, all performances were insulated from him, and anyone stayed away from him as if he were some terrible monster.

But then he discovered that talent is the most terrible demon.

He was silently playing his guitar in the streets, and it was at that time that he was approached by a group of people who took pleasure in destroying the powerless.

His favorite guitar was smashed to pieces, his leg was broken, and his face was scarred, all of which he could bear, but what he couldn't accept the most.

In the end, they pulled his arm to the side of the road and then stepped on his arm with their feet, and in a trance he heard the sound of the engine.

Then, he felt unspeakable pain in his left hand, which made him scream, who had been numb from the beating.

His hand was run over by a car, and without hesitation, he was run over by a car, and just like that, Pamir completely lost his left hand.

After all this, the people left contentedly, constantly teasing him, and all around, there were even crowds of spectators, and even the police, even they were watching.

He forced himself to his feet, and the men immediately took a few steps back, and he looked at his left hand, which he could no longer see, leaning helplessly against the bridge, he had never felt so helpless.

Why, why am I being treated like this, why am I the way I am.

"Why? Do you want to reason with the world? There is no why, because you are already an alien, and as long as you threaten them, you are guilty. ”

"Why?"

"I said, no why. The world itself is just a decoration of truth. ”