Damn it! It turned out to be a robot, what's going on?

Monak gritted his teeth, he couldn't believe that this guy disguised as the president turned out to be a mechanical body.

The opponent's body is flowing with the luster of liquid metal, and the location damaged by the explosion is being restored little by little.

"It's a liquid metal machine——?"

This is not the technical level that the "committee" has, at least at this stage, the committee, which is sitting on countless black technology technologies, does not seem to have developed such a perfect liquid metal material.

This mechanical body, ironclad is not black technology from the committee?

So, which side of the force does it belong to?

"According to the content of the agreement, implement the 034555 plan——"

The liquid metal robot made a cold voice, and the red electronic eyes shimmered with a murderous cold light.

“…… All witnesses are excluded. ”

In the next second, the pistol he held shot out several flames.

The bullets burst through the air, and Monaco scrambled to find cover, but he was not safe, as the mechanical body was striding towards him.

There was nothing that could resist the machine, and with a wave of his hand, he single-handedly lifted the billiard table in front of him.

With a bang, the real ancient Greek statue behind Monaco was smashed, and he rolled on the ground and was grabbed by someone on his hind legs.

He quickly turned his head, saw the approaching red electronic eye, screamed and waved the nail stabbing pistol, and sent out a blasting plastic dart, but unfortunately, with his bad technique, it was completely missed at this angle, and the spike dart hit the ceiling, causing an explosion, and the flames prompted the fire sprinkler equipment to start working, and it was like a rain in the room.

Monaco was grabbed with great force, and his whole body was thrown against the wall.

He slammed into the wall, trampled by a horse, and shrank back in pain.

"Bang"!

Another Mr. President, draped in a bath towel, pounced on him from behind, knocked the robot away with great force, and grabbed the pistol as the other man fell to the ground.

Unfortunately, there were no bullets inside.

After only a moment's hesitation, his head was slashed off by a right hand that had been sharpened into a metal blade.

The liquid metal machine stood up, his right hand stained with a large amount of blood like a sword blade, and his face was expressionless, analyzing the situation as he continued to repair his body damage.

"According to Article 23 of the Skynet Agreement, priority will be given to completing the 034555 plan."

The logic module quickly came to the conclusion that he shifted his gaze to Monaco on the other side and crouched down to pick up the pistol.

At the moment when he crouched down to take the gun, flames erupted from the shotgun less than a few feet away behind him, and dozens of crystal-like special bullets entered his metal body, these special bullets penetrated the mechanical body at the same time, but also released some kind of interference source, quickly eroded the whole body of the mechanical body, so that the activity of the liquid metal was locked, and in a moment, the metal mechanical body lost its function, and the metal color appeared on the surface of the body. Motionless.

Monaco still couldn't figure out what was going on?

When he looked up, he finally saw the true face of the gunman.

Damn, there's another presidential face.

In this way, there are a total of four existences disguised as presidents in the Mala Ago Resort, and I am afraid that they come from four forces.

"It's over."

The last man smiled coldly, and fired the last bullet from his gun, and in an instant, the cold tip of the bullet exploded in Monaco's head.

And at the moment when Monaco's consciousness ended, he vaguely heard a large number of footsteps sounding from not far away, fully loaded with live ammunition, and the agents wearing the committee's tactical biochemical uniforms rushed out, they completed the task of suppressing the outside world, and finally rushed into the hall.

"It seems to be a step too late."

Wharton Tang Lianxi sighed, but it was not an accident, if you want to say the real situation, it should also be in the calculation of that one.

"Lay down your arms and surrender at once."

He waved his hand, and a large group of armed agents pointed their guns at the black hole and shot the last "president" of Monaco.

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Looking back, the new U.S. president can confirm that he has never experienced such a humiliating day.

When he was skinned, tied to tortoiseshells, and locked in a freight elevator for hours, the great president of the United States was finally rescued.

It's just that he was greeted not by the rice buckets of the presidential escort, but by an old man on crutches and an ultra-luxurious elongated Lincoln.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency, but today's incident was an accident."

Beside the old man was a beautiful woman in a red trench coat, holding the old man's arm.

"However, this is also a rare opportunity, why don't we talk a little!"

After speaking, the old man made an invitation gesture to him, but this invitation was a little tough, after all, a large number of armed men stood not far away, which made the rebellious President a little uneasy.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that the equipment of this group of people has a kind of futuristic sci-fi style, which is a little different from his impression, and combined with the relationship between being almost kidnapped, he wisely chose not to make an irrational decision, but got into this car.

"I don't know you, sir."

His Excellency the President stared at the old man suspiciously.

"The name is just an inconsequential title, Mr. President, you can call me 'Seven', which is considered to represent my identity."

"Identity?"

"Yes, but that's not the point. Mr. President, you should have other questions for me. ”

The attitude of the other party shows that he is unwilling to disclose too much personal information.

The president frowned, as a businessman-turned-politician who also understood the art of negotiation, he changed the subject: "So, Mr. Seven, why is there a group of strange terrorists in my country, and they dare to attack me?" Who are they, are they Jihadist cultists, or killers sent by Rocket Man. ”

"No, Lord Donald, these people are not terrorists, their identities are even more unbelievable, and in a short period of time, I am sure you will not be able to accept ......"

There wasn't much room in the luxury car, and in addition to the three of them, there was Wharton and a few members of his entourage, who had brought the last of the pretenders into the car and put a paper bag over his face.

"Huh!"

The paper bag was removed, and the president looked incredulously at the face of the mysterious man, the man opposite who had the same face as him.

It's like a mirror, perfectly showing his appearance, this is a pretender, an evil disguise against himself, His Excellency the President, this is to steal his own identity.

In an instant, undisguised anger erupted from the president.