Mawson stopped what he was doing.

He frowned.

"Didn't you just go there not so long ago?"

"Uh......"

"Uh......"

The bald head rubbed his hands together, looking embarrassed.

"People didn't know your skills before, and they were afraid that the fees would be too high, so only a few people came last time."

"Now that I know your technology and the charging standards, many people want to come to you for maintenance." The bald head gasped vigorously and wiped the sweat from his forehead without leaving a trace.

Mawson glanced back at him.

"I'm not free, don't go!"

"What?"

The bald head was stunned for a moment, and Mawson's answer was beyond his expectations.

That's not what Mr. Victor said, this guy doesn't want to go now, what should I say?

The bald head's brain is in a mess, and at this time he forgets to do anything but be stupid.

Mawson's purpose in going to the factory was not really to make money, but just to learn about something in this world. Now that Gruishka's brain and Mantis Girl are the experiments, he naturally won't be bored to do any more prosthetic maintenance for those workers.

Although he was idle, he did not have so much sympathy.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

"Let's go."

Mawson said unceremoniously.

"Yes...... It's ......"

"I know, Mr. Mawson." The bald head nodded in a panic, "I'll let them know when I get back." ”

He said a few casual words and turned to leave.

"Interesting."

Mawson smiled.

Through the glass, look at the back of the bald head in the distance.

"The plan was good, but I found such a fool."

Although it is not clear what is wrong with it, Mawson can smell a hint of abnormality.

"I just want to live a comfortable life......"

"Hey......"

Since the anomaly has been discovered, Emmerson's character naturally will not sit still, but at this time Alita has not left, and he has not said much.

Although Alita didn't know what was going on, she saw that Mawson had no interest in continuing to talk, and that she had something on her mind, so she said hello and left.

As soon as Alita left, Mawson changed his clothes and opened the side door to blend in with the crowd.

As for the clinic, he didn't do anything for fear of being watched.

The map of the entire scrap iron town was deeply engraved in his mind, and Mawson picked out a few trails and shortcuts.

When he arrived near the factory, he happened to see the bald head get out of a car and enter the factory gate, surrounded by several burly mechanical soldiers.

The heavy door slowly closed.

The whole factory was quiet, but the noise of the past could not be heard during this time period, as if all the workers had collectively rested.

In the parking lot near the factory, Mawson saw the car Victor was riding in when he came here that day.

Combined with some movie plots, Mawson has some speculation in mind.

"Looks like someone has already come to the door.

Mawson's face turned cold, and he clenched his vibranium arm.

Then he strode towards the factory gate in the distance.

"In that case......

"Then you're welcome!"

Squeak!

The iron door behind him slowly closed, the bald body shrunk, and the two mechanical warriors beside him grabbed one of his shoulders and almost half-dragged him to a room inside the factory.

"What about people?"

Victor sat behind his desk, he was wearing a well-fitting checked suit, the beard on his face was well-groomed, although he looked polite and Sven, but he was staring at, and his bald head felt cold all over his body.

The abuse that used to be has long been thrown out of his mind.

"Mr. Victor, he said he didn't want to come."

"Did he tell him why?"

"Why?" The bald head was stunned for a moment.

"I didn't ask."

"And what did you ask?"

"Retell the conversation between the two of you as it is."

"Process?" The bald head smiled, "It's no problem, I remember it all." ”

He smiled heartily, and then recounted the story in its entirety.

Victor's face was completely gloomy.

"That's all?"

"That's right." The bald head smiled proudly, "I should be not mistaken." ”

“nmd！”

Victor leaned back and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"Why don't you die?"

The bald head who was suddenly scolded looked confused, and he couldn't help but scratch the back of his head, "Mr. Victor, I have completed the task, and the 10,000 yuan you said ......"

"Gruishka!"

Victor let out a low roar.

Rumble!

An arm of steel pierces the wall and slams down in the air.

The bald man standing behind the wall didn't even react, and was slapped into meat sauce with a palm.

Tong!

At that moment, there was a deafening roar in the distance, as if a huge hammer had been chiseled against the steel plate.

"What's going on?"

Victor jerked to his feet.

"Sir, sir, no!"

"Someone's banging on the gate!"

A balding middle-aged fat man rolled in with a belly as long as his height.

It's really rolling in.

"Who is it?"

"Some mad reformer?" Victor asked.

"What's he slamming into the door?"

"Hovering or Gasoline?"

"Sir, neither."

The fat man wiped his sweat in a panic.

"There's only one person on the other side."

"He's with his fists!"

Victor's face changed wildly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he shouted loudly: "Gruishka, prepare for battle." ”

"That guy is here!"

Rumble!

Cracking sound!

After a loud bang, it seemed that something slammed into the inside of the factory, knocking over countless pieces of machinery and goods.

When everyone ran out of the room, they saw a heavy iron gate smashed into a three-story building directly opposite the factory gate, knocking down the entire building.

In the smoke and dust, a burly figure strode in.

Whew!

A sudden gust of wind blew away the smoke and dust, revealing the appearance of the intruder.

Although the figure of the person who came was burly, it was not very tall, at least it was much different from Gruishka, and the surging flesh and blood power that could be transmitted from the other party made people's hearts tremble.

It's like a man with a blade in his hand facing a tiger.

However, the most striking thing about the intruder was his metal left arm that shimmered with a peculiar sheen.

It's metal, but it has a creature-like texture.

"You killed Gruishka, and you dare to come?"

Victor asked coldly.

Seeing Gruishka, which had been remodeled not far away, Mawson did not show too many surprised expressions.

"If I can kill him once, I can kill him a second time, until I kill him completely."

"I don't want to get into trouble, but now it seems that trouble always finds me, and in that case, I have to get rid of all the trouble."

Mawson raised his head and looked at Salem in mid-air.

"You think you've won?"

Victor sneered.

"Although the process was much worse, the result was the same."

Before he could finish speaking, the surrounding houses were knocked down in an instant, and the mechanical fortress hidden in them surrounded Mawson.

"Let's shoot together and kill him!"