A complete artificial intelligence with an independent personality can fundamentally change the overall structure and pattern of a country from many aspects such as humanities, economy, finance, politics, science and technology, and military, making the country extremely powerful.

It can assist military strategists in deducing the battle situation. The tentacles can penetrate deep into the field of armament science and technology in various countries of the world. Searching, blinding, deceiving, destroying, all of this, as long as it is connected to the Void Network World, it is an omnipotent God in that world.

It can be said that no matter whether it is an individual, a country, or a certain team or force, whoever obtains it is equivalent to having a kind of bargaining chip that can be used against the whole world. As long as they are given enough time to rise, it is possible to dominate the world in the future. High up, overlooking the starry sky with a majestic attitude.

Real AI is too powerful and too tempting. Powerful to make people tremble, the kind of temptation that will drive the whole world crazy.

I wish the ball wasn't! If it were, the fat man would not be ecstatic, let alone feel lucky, but would definitely be the first to go crazy.

Something too hot will kill you!

And the origin of Qiuqiu is mysterious, who put Qiuqiu at the door of their adoptive parents' house back then, all of this has become a big mystery after the adoptive parents' family died.

The fat man is not a conspiracy theorist, but this thing is so weird that he can't help but think about it. He's just a small fish that can't make a big wave, and he can't afford to play a high-end game like a big conspiracy.

If you want to make a living, the best way is of course to hand over the ball?

But the fat man can't do it. The ball is his life.

Without Qiuqiu's company, after being shocked to learn the bad news that his adoptive parents' family was killed by Imperial agents, the fat man didn't know if he could be strong enough to carry it to this day. It wouldn't be so optimistic. Love life and hope for everything.

In the past six years, Qiuqiu has made great contributions. The fat man has become an inseparable whole with the little one.

It doesn't matter if it's an ordinary robot or another form of life. It's all its own friends, brothers, partners.

Maybe from now on, you can think of it as a person. It is no longer "it" but "he".

Since they are human, they all have their own secrets. Qiuqiu is certainly no exception.

The fat man understands that it is useless to think about all this. It's just adding to the troubles. Sooner or later, you can't hide.

Now I can only beg God to hope that Qiuqiu is just a clever little robot, not a creepy alternative lifeform.

……

"Fatty, hurry up. Otherwise, the target you want to save will become a corpse. ”

"Distance, bearing?"

"Two kilometers, fifteen degrees ahead of the left."

"Which one is closest to the 'Holy Sword'? Beast or human? ”

"It was a beast-shaped 'slaughterer', and a human-shaped 'fox hunter' was less than a hundred meters behind him. It seems that they have discovered that the pilot inside the 'Holy Sword' is female. In the process of pursuit, he made provocative gestures. According to humans, pursuers have thoughts of attempting to mate/mate with each other. Otherwise, with the coordinated coherence between their speed and mech movements, it is impossible for the red 'Holy Sword' to escape unscathed and for so long. ”

"Say the vernacular I can understand!" The fat man gritted his teeth. This bastard is not a machine, but a demon.

"The driver inside the holy sword is a beautiful sister, and the old brutes in the back want to do nasty things to them, fat man, blast them off for me! Fuck it! The fast-talking Qiuqiu had a miniature pistol in his hand, waving it wildly, with a righteous look on his face.

The fat man was stunned, and then couldn't hold back his laughter, but the movements in his hands were not slow, and the remaining seven thermal homing missiles "Hummingbird" were all launched. There is no need to greet in advance, the ball must have locked on to the target in advance. If the opponent's radar does not work, it means that the mecha's early warning system is out of order. Being attacked by the "Hummingbird" missile with the second cosmic speed in such a short ultra-close range is impossible to dodge, and the ace mecha warrior can't do it.

All seven missiles hit, enough to break through the mech's energy shield. Perhaps, the "Slayer" will have to be blown into slag before it has time to carry out energy protection.

Boom, boom, the sound of explosions was heard in the distance, and the speed of the "Black King Kong" was also increased to the limit. Four small auxiliary thrusters, mounted on the sides of the waist and at the ankles, erupted with great flames. The black figure is as fast as a streamer.

The fat man's expression was extremely focused, and his head was like a meticulous computer calculating wildly.

There are many obstacles on the way forward, there are trees with branches, boulders with bare ground, moats up to several meters wide, and slopes of varying slopes. The terrain is complex. The fat man can always avoid it at the most suitable and slight angle, so as not to delay the speed of the wild race.

It may seem simple, but in order to do this, in addition to subtle calculations, you must also have a fast enough mental and physical reaction, and of course, the speed of your hands must also keep up. Without any link in the middle, it is impossible to achieve the current situation.

The fat man now is a meticulous machine.

……

The old gun is over 30 years old. With a short body and an honest appearance, he is the oldest uncle in the "Night Stalker" team. Before he came out to work as a pirate, he worked as a logistics officer in the border guards. A good old man, he smiles and greets everyone when he sees him. But only those who know him know that this man's psychology is very dark.

I often go out to women during the camp holidays. And the tricks are very perverted. Because he was born with sexual impotence. You can't really make peace with a woman. So in order to satisfy the perverted psychology, he always changes tricks to torture those women who rely on skin and flesh for a living.

He described his fingers as diamonds, the kind of porcelain work that he did to dig holes.

As he grew older, he began to enjoy torturing young women, especially teenage girls.

Because of his generosity, many people fiddle with him for the sake of money.

Finally, one time, he planted. The other party is the youngest daughter of a local gentry. Before I could get started, I was rescued by my family. And he was sentenced to death directly by a military court. Because the other party has an immediate family member, a colonel of the border guards.

wanted to get someone else's little girl, but he didn't even know the origin of the other party, so he dared to do something wrong, obviously doing death.

And just when he closed his eyes and was waiting to die, he was suddenly taken away by a paper order.

After three days and two nights of sailing, I found out after arriving at the ground. It turned out that he arrived at a pirate den, which was still a famous pirate entrenchment, the Chaos Stone Star Field,

Here, he met the man who had been transferred, Captain Mike. A young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old with a scar on his face.

The other party told him the reason and the reason why he was saved. It's because I fell in love with his blasting skills.

Although the old gun is despised, he is indeed a firearms expert. He has a deep research on precision machinery. Extremely good at camouflage and bomb making.

The bombs that have been modified by his hands are absolutely difficult to distinguish if they are not detected by instruments just by looking at their appearance.

It could be a small button, it could be an inconspicuous brick on the side of the road. Or it could be a chick in a cage waiting to be sold.

In his hands, whether living or dead, it could be a bomb.

He rarely kills with his own hands, but the bombs he has made have caused thousands of casualties. Hook kills the most people, in fact, if you really have to strictly count it, he is the real murderer in the "Night Stalker" team.

During his years as a pirate, he lived comfortably than in the barracks. has a lot of money to take, and you can play with women without any scruples. And Captain Mike promised him that he would wait until the mission of impersonating the pirate was over. Everyone can be promoted to the next level. If you are willing, you can return to the original troops, and if you are unwilling, he is responsible for communicating with the boss and rearranging.

Captain Mack didn't know what the old gun really thought. He didn't have much of a sense of belonging to the empire.

If he could, he would rather be a pirate for the rest of his life.

This time, the Andean operation went smoothly at the beginning, and all the students we met became lambs to the slaughter.

But since the big mushroom cloud broke out, things have changed.

In particular, the black mecha that Captain Mike failed to snipe down, made all the members of the "Night Stalker" realize that the blindfolding effect failed. Their movements were detected outside, and reinforcements from the Alliance side arrived.

Deep behind enemy lines, and surrounded by the enemy's regiments, the retreat was exhausted. You can only repay the country with death.

But the old gun didn't want to die. More reluctant to die for the Empire.

So he's looking for a way out. The easiest way to do this is to take the hostages. You can only talk if you have hostages in hand, otherwise the alliance will not even give him a chance to talk, as long as you come forward, you will be directly bombarded. And in order not to reveal his identity, he may die at the hands of his companions first.

When he realizes that the pilot of the four red mechs he is chasing is a girl, he thinks this is a good opportunity.

But before that, you have to kill the drunkard in the back.

And he knew that drunkards were just as lustful as he was, and just as fond of young girls. As long as he teased him a few words and hooked his lustful heart, he wouldn't kill those four little girls immediately. That's where the opportunity comes.

As long as he kills the drunkard, he will appear as a kind uncle who has changed his past mistakes and control the four girls in his hands. He has bargaining chips, and maybe he can play for the league. After all, his identity as a firearms expert is still very sought-after.

Well planned, well designed. But it's not a good life.

The sudden seven small heat-tracking "Hummingbird" missiles did not even give him a chance to open his mouth to defend themselves, and directly exploded him.

As a firearms expert who is very good at making bombs, he always carries a variety of bombs of different powers around him. Where the people are, the bombs are there. The Slayer he piloted was basically a mobile ammunition depot.

After being directly hit by a missile, it caused a series of explosions.

The shock wave that spread out not only lifted the four red "holy swords" running in front of them. The "Fox Hunting" that followed behind the old gun was also swept upside down by the oncoming air waves. At this time, the "Black King Kong" who quickly cut in also arrived.

Coincidentally, and the world is wonderful, full of extremely surprising comedic effects.

Because it may be melee combat, the fat man has long manipulated the "Black King Kong" to manipulate the catapult blade in the mechanical hand.

When the "Fox Hunter" was swept away by the powerful blast of gas, it happened to hit him diagonally into his arms. Subconscious reaction, the ejection blade blocked the front. The nearly two-meter-long blade pierced directly under the ribs of the left arm of the "Fox Hunting", passed through the cockpit, cut off the drunkard's half-pulled neck, and directly pierced the "Fox Hunting"!

The mech's feet are off the ground, its arms are drooping, its head is drooping, and its body is hunched over the sword. Where the penetration was sparkling, sparks were sizzling.

The fat man's mouth in the cockpit opened into an "O" shape, and the mini version of the little fat man on the screen looked at each other.

"Editian, this is okay?"

"Are they really terrorists? This is too scummy! ”