Robertson's residence was on top of a building a few kilometers away from the Allen Martial Arts Pavilion, and Xin Lin arrived downstairs, looked up, and looked around to confirm that this was the place.

He found a clue from a photo that Robertson had posted on the Internet, and the background of the photo revealed the address. However, the photo can only tell that Robertson lives on the top of the building, which should be one of the top floors, and it is impossible to see which floor.

After looking left and right for a while, Xin Shi Shi walked into the building, and then went upstairs.

Because there are cameras in the elevator, Xin Lin can only take the stairs.

In fact, there are several surveillance in the staircase, but the layout is not strict enough, there are dead corners, Xin Lin used these dead corners to go upstairs, and did not leave any images in the surveillance.

This building is more than two hundred stories high, and ordinary people would have to climb their legs, but it only took ten minutes for Xin Lin to reach the top floor. Pausing in a hidden corner, Silence's telepathy searched around in bundles, and it didn't take long to find Roberson's residence.

As expected, Robertson lives on the highest floor of the building, with an apartment area of more than 500 square meters, including a two-story duplex, a large open-air garden, a wide balcony and a swimming pool on one side, and the interior decoration is extremely luxurious.

Xin Lin walked up the stairs to the highest floor, looking through the wall to see what was going on.

At this moment, there are no living people in Robertson's house, only three simulated robots are at home, one is a nanny type, and the other two are defensive types, equipped with weapons, reconnaissance and combat effectiveness.

Xin Lonely frowned slightly, the three robots plus the smart home system all over the apartment, it is difficult to sneak into Roberson even if he is not at home, and one of them may be found by accident.

However, Xin Lin didn't plan to break in now, and sat down on the steps of the stairs on the spot, waiting for Robertson to appear.

In this day and age, everyone is flying in the air, and no one may take the stairs once in ten days and a half months, and Xin Lin doesn't have to worry about someone passing by. Even if someone does come, telepathy can detect it in advance and then avoid it.

While waiting, Xin Lin took out the Gauss pistol and held it in his hand to adjust to its construction.

The Federation is very strict about gun management, and citizens rarely have the opportunity to touch guns in reality, so they can only enjoy it in virtual shooting games, but the guns in the game are also restricted by the Federation, and they cannot be designed to be too similar to real guns, and they are distorted to use.

This is the first time Xin Lin has gotten a real gun, and telepathy has already scanned the inside and outside of the pistol countless times, and all the details of this gun are remembered in his mind, which is as familiar as the lines of his palm.

The principle of the Gauss pistol is simple, using an electromagnetic coil to create a huge magnetic force when a strong current flows through it, shooting a ferromagnetic bullet.

This special bullet is a small tungsten alloy projectile, only three millimeters in diameter, but under the acceleration of the electromagnetic coil, it can reach ten times the speed of sound, and it carries a huge kinetic energy enough to penetrate a five-centimeter-thick steel plate at close range, and the effective range reaches 400 meters, which is amazingly powerful.

Because the bullets are extremely small, the ammunition capacity of the Gauss pistol far exceeds that of the pistol of the Earth Age, a magazine can hold at least 120 rounds, if it is not for the Gauss pistol to consume electricity at the same time, more than half of the space in the magazine is occupied by the battery, and the number of bullets can be multiplied several times.

The sound of the Gauss pistol is very small, even without a silencer, when the gun is fired, it is like pinching a plastic foam ball, only a soft "poof" sound, and it is difficult to hear it from a few meters away.

However, its recoil is very large, and ordinary people shoot unguarded, and the ferocious recoil is very likely to break their wrists.

The Gauss pistol in Xin Lone's hand is the seventh-generation version of the classic Black Crow series, which is developed from the original first generation of Gauss pistols, after hundreds of years of optimization and improvement, the power is huge, the performance is stable, and there is almost no place for improvement.

The black crow seven series weighs two kilograms, feels heavy in the hand, the body of the gun is dark, the shape is simple and low-key, the body of the gun is engraved with a crow-like wings pattern, the total length is 31 cm, and the ammunition capacity reaches 140 rounds.

The killer had used up more than twenty rounds of ammunition before, and now there were 116 bullets left in the magazine, which was enough for Xin Lian.

A week ago, when Xin Lin held this black seven in his hand, he had a strange feeling in an instant, as if the pistol had become an extension of his body, like an arm and finger, as if as long as his mind moved, he could hit any target within the range, and there would never be the slightest deviation.

Without having to shoot a test, Xin Lin knew that this was another wonderful use of telepathy, he was a natural marksman!

With the power of Gauss's pistol, the Force warriors under the generals could not be spared under the muzzle, and their bodies could not block the bullets, so Xin Lin immediately had the idea of revenge and quietly hid the gun at that time.

With Gauss's pistol and telepathy, Xin Lin is confident that any high-level samurai will not be able to hold up for a second in front of him!

A few hours later, it was still dark, but the people on Europa were resting. The traffic in the sky gradually increased, and the rush hour for getting off work arrived.

Xin Silent sat on the steps of the stairs, motionless, like a sculpture, in fact, constantly absorbing the vacuum energy and transforming the Force.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Roberson's babysitter robot was busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner for several people. Xin Lin knew that this meant that Roberson was coming back.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a luxury flying car to land outside the platform of Robertson's house.

Xin Lone's telepathy extended to detect that there were four people in the car, two middle-level samurai sitting in the front seat, a man and a woman, and two high-ranking samurai in the back, one of whom was Roberson himself.

"It's finally back."

Xin Lin stood up and stretched to move his body.

The four of Robertson got out of the car and entered the house, chatting in the living room, mostly about work, not only his bodyguards, but also his henchmen.

The nanny robot quickly served a sumptuous dinner, and the four of them sat down at the table and talked while eating.

Xin Lin was about to make a move, but Robertson's phone rang, he glanced at the caller prompt and found that it was his father's phone, quickly put down the dishes, got up and went into his study, as if he had confidential things to say to his father.

Seeing this, Xin Lin paused, anyway, he was not in a hurry to make a move at this time.

"Dad." Roberson shouted in his office.

"Roberson, how many times have I told you, don't do things behind my back, why don't you listen!" On the other end of the phone, Benson Allen looked angry and spoke loudly, startling Robertson. He said with a little weakness: "Dad, I didn't do anything, why are you so angry?" ”

"You know best what you did, don't pretend to be confused in front of me, who can't see your little cleverness? Sooner or later, you're going to ruin yourself. Benson Allen's scolding made Roberson a little embarrassed, and his face was very ugly, but fortunately, the two were only voice calling, and they couldn't see each other's images.

Robertson stubbornly asked, "Dad, I really don't understand what you're talking about." ”

"You really don't understand?" Benson Allen's voice suddenly became a little colder, and he said in a deep voice: "Then let me ask you, did you send 'Three' to assassinate Xin Lin last week?" ”

Robertson's face turned pale, and he didn't know how to answer.

"How did I explain to you before I left Europa?" Benson Allen seemed to be on the verge of rage, and said loudly: "If the championship is gone, it's gone, it's also a fact that you can't beat others, if you want to retaliate, you can use some commercial means against Hongqiao Sports, don't take another shot at Xin Lin himself, and provoke the family for nothing!" ”

"Before, you hid from me and asked Io to take someone to attack Xin Silence, which was already a big offense to him, but fortunately, he shouldn't know who made the move, so he will reveal it. Now you fool let people assassinate him, if it succeeds, it will be enough, and then you will miss, and you will suffer from it instead of dying, and you will bear his revenge in the future? ”

Robertson was indifferent when he heard this, and said as if he didn't care: "He's just a junior samurai, how much energy can he retaliate against, let him come at me, I'll be afraid of him?" ”

Benson Allen said angrily, "Have you forgotten what General Marcus said? In the arena that day, the Ice Abyss Martial Saint decided from the first glance that Xin Lin would win the championship and had a great chance of becoming a Martial Saint in the future, so he personally presented him with an award. Who do you think the Martial Saint is? Can you afford to be responsible? ”

A trace of jealousy flashed in Robertson's eyes, and he sneered and said: "It's just possible to become a martial saint in the future, I don't know how many years later, just kill him while he's still weak." ”

"So did you kill it?" Benson Allen asked coldly.

Robertson's expression froze, speechless.

"No. 3 is the best killer cultivated by the family, as a high-level samurai, he is good at using guns and sneak attacks, in other words, if you encounter No. 3 assassination, ten lives are gone, but No. 3 not only did not kill the other party, but was hit hard, and even lost half of his life! Now you should know why the Ice Abyss Martial Saint is so optimistic about him, right? Benson Allen taught his son with a tone of hatred that iron is not steel, and this time he was really disappointed.

"Dad, what are we going to do then?" Robertson finally realized that something was wrong.

Benson Allen was silent for a few breaths, and said coldly: "Since he has been offended and irreparable, then before he finds us, we will not stop doing anything, ask the generals to take action, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and never suffer in the future." ”

Roberson hesitated, but said, "But...... He's back to Earth by boat today. ”

Benson Allen's anger finally burst out and roared, "You rebel! Idiot! Don't even do bad things, wait until I go back to Europa and see how I clean you up! Then he hung up the phone with a snap.

Robertson's face was pale, and he looked at the phone in distraction.

Although he was a high-ranking samurai, he still had a deep fear of his father, who was extremely authoritative, and the thought of the anger he was about to face suddenly became distraught, and he had no appetite to continue eating.

"Ding Dong ......" At this moment, the doorbell rang.