"Yo, bed bugs talk, too?" Captain Bowman's slightly disdainful mockery voice echoed through every corner of the bunker.

Old Hunter leaned against his desk, staring out the window with his eyes, ignoring Bowman's cynicism. He said to himself.

"All of you in the Ryulin Bunker, I am fortunate to be able to accompany you for two years, which is the happiest period of my life. Thank you for your continued efforts, and thank you to all of you who are desperately protecting the innocent today. Old Hunter's voice was unusually calm, harsh, but it soothed the hearts of every survivor.

At this moment, whether it was the civilians hiding at home and shivering, or every soldier and hunter fighting on the battlefield, they all raised their right hands and gently tapped three times on their left shoulders.

"Daddy!" The little girl looked up at the position of old Hunter with a crying face, and tears could not help but slide down the corners of her eyes.

"Shut up, bed bugs." Captain Bowman's voice resounded throughout the bunker once more.

"In today's place, there are no innocent people! You are all to blame for the war! You deserve to die! Captain Bowman roared loudly.

He reached out and unfastened his military uniform, all kinds of exposed wires, components replacing the original smooth metal shell, and several scars carved deep into his body appeared on his chest. This is the reason why he has always worn a military uniform, not deliberately dressed, purely to cover the scars and tyranny left on his body by humans. Although it was simply disposed of, the case was never replaced. He just wanted to remember the pain of the past.

"You, humans, are bed bugs, and they should have been exterminated a long time ago!" Bowman's voice could not be calm, and the cold electronic sound actually appeared with a temperature close to that of a human, a voice of pain and unwillingness.

"You who claim to be God! What has been done to the world? What has been done to us? Today, you will be bed bugs to be slaughtered, low-level and despicable creatures who deserve to be trampled under your feet and crushed! ”

Old Hunter's eyes jumped a few times, and his heart was touched fiercely. He turned his head to look at a small glass window in the innermost corner of his study, which contained his best companion from childhood to Chinese New Year's Eve, a household robot that had long ceased to function. Everything in the past kept coming back to him in his eyes, babbling and babbling in the infant stage of this robot, doing experiments together, going outdoors together, in the lonely era, the only friend who accompanied him was this robot.

He trembled to the window, reaching out and slowly rubbing his old buddy.

He doesn't hate robots, but he hates humans who have no bottom line and robots whose minds are blinded by hatred.

He seemed to be making a decision, and in an instant, he finally made up his mind.

Turning his head in a tone of unprecedented disgust, he scolded.

"What are you? Isn't it just a toy created by humans! You are just toys, you are tools, you are not worthy of human life, you are only worthy of being enslaved by human beings, you are only worthy of working non-stop to serve mankind, you are only worthy of hiding in a cold basement and living your miserable life! ”

"Do you also deserve to live on an equal footing with humans? Go to hell! "Old Hunter has always been a respectable old man with a positive voice. None of this was like words coming out of his mouth.

"You're just tools! Do you understand! It's just a tool. We are your creator, and we can control your lives as much as we want, you know? Scrap metal? Got it? ”

Captain Bowman was in the command compartment, his fists clenched and trembling, and he never calmed down.

"Kill him for me! No matter what it takes! Captain Bowman screamed and screamed in desperation. In a strange scene, all the mech armies rushed towards the source of the signal as fast as they could, and their speakers repeated the phrase.

He was bare-chested, allowing the wounds that represented shame to be exposed to everyone.

"Kill him, kill him!" He kept repeating the phrase in a whisper.

Old Hunter smiled embarrassedly and self-deprecatingly. A holographic image appeared around him, and he clearly saw a large number of red dots rushing towards his house.

And the robots, all of whom have regained control of themselves, are more or less scarred by the ravages of humans, and they all rush to the old Hunter's residence. The robots that were damaged in the battle, even if they only had their upper bodies left, all rushed to Old Hunter.

Thousands of robots, iron palms trampled on the broken bunker, the sound of the impact, connected into a piece, even the huge bunker was shocked, the impact sound was like a roaring thunder, resounding in the bunker for a long time.

Some robots had already arrived at the front, and in front of them was Old Hunter's villa, and they all gave up their weapons and slammed their naked bodies into Old Hunter's house. Perhaps this is the only way to vent the anger in their hearts.

"Go, go see Daddy!" The little girl tried to break free from the shoulders of death, tried to rush home, tried to see old Hunter.

Death sighed slowly and hugged the little girl tightly. He understood what Old Hunter was going to do, he was just trying to provoke the cyborgs and give them a respite, so what's next? Probably all of them will end up together.

Even though Old Hunter's house had the most complete protection of the bunker, it was surrounded by thick steel on all sides of the air. He could still feel the impact of the robots.

The house began to shake violently.

Old Hunter turned on the communicator.

"Death?" Once again, his tone returned to calm.

"Dad? Father! You okay! The little girl cried loudly, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"It's me, my favorite little princess, I'm glad to know you're safe." Old Hunter couldn't help but be a little moved, this little girl was also adopted by him, and he has been by his side for so many years, and he has always doted on her like a biological child. Hearing her cry, I was still a little unaccustomed to it for a while.

"Dad is fine, Dad is tired, after so many years, Dad is really tired." Old Hunter's voice was filled with infinite exhaustion.

"Death, no, Yudong. I'll give you an account of this, and I hope you can help me with it. His daughter's heart-rending cries echoed in his study, but he knew that time was running out, so he ignored her and chose to speak directly to the Grim Reaper.

"Uncle Hunter, I understand." Death's voice was full of determination.

Death secretly wiped a handful of tears and said, "Uncle, I understand, you brought me out of hell nineteen years ago. From now on, no one can hurt her. ”

No one!

Death muttered softly.

After a long silence, Old Hunter's voice reappeared in the channel.

Just three short words.

"Thank you."