The small service robot rushed left and right in the panicked crowd, and came to the side of the battle arena it had just come to, and a robotic arm retracted and took off the small device it had just pressed on the crystal steel cover, threw it into the storage compartment on its chest, and then hurriedly evacuated the scene.

Suddenly, a small explosion erupted in its body, and the scattered parts spread out like a brilliant firework, fleeting in the chaotic hall.

Its head was lifted directly below the large screen of the battle platform by the air waves, and after turning three hundred and sixty degrees with a "grunt", it stared directly at the yellow and red letters displayed on the big screen at this time, "EmergencyCaution!" (Urgent attention!) ）”

The radio speaker at the mouth of the service robot in the head of this small and shattered yard still emits its own peculiar cry:

"Beer, drinks, mineral water, melon seeds, instant noodles, ham sausages!"

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Although the fire has been brought under control by an automatic fire protection system, the billowing smoke still drifts into the night sky of the city.

The police's patrol aircraft had already controlled all the entrances and exits of the underground Black Fist City hall, and the lights of the patrol aircraft flashed red, telling the public that something extraordinary was happening here.

Except for those who have absconded, the rest of the people in charge of the underground black boxing city have been caught by the police and detained in armored aircraft.

Oulion and Mentsev are also brought in by the interstellar police to take in another armored flying machine, and their professional black fist careers are temporarily interrupted, but their prison careers are about to begin.

What awaits them is an interrogation by the interstellar police.

Two huge battle mechs, cut off from energy, were loaded onto a large delivery portal and transported to the police research center as physical evidence. Hayabusa and Bear, the close comrades on the platform, were lying flat on the cold floor of the transport portal, the light in their eyes dimmed, reflecting only the rows of LED lights on the upper part of the portal's inner compartment.

The video footage of the surveillance system in the underground hall of the Black Boxing City was also kept strictly confidential by the police and sent to the audio-visual research room of the police criminal investigation brigade.

Researcher Yurisa Rajan is a "veteran policeman" who graduated from the police academy for five years, but her face still retains the youthful and beautiful appearance of five years ago. She wears a white research gown with a modest professional dress, flesh-colored stockings, and black pointed-toe shoes. The rigid professional suit could not hide her sometimes slender and sometimes plump and moving graceful curves, especially a pair of plate glasses on the bridge of her nose, which added a bit of intellectual beauty to her.

She took the memory card in the hands of the liaison officer of the police criminal investigation brigade with her slender hand, and identified her ID in the scanning department of the handover recorder for a moment, and with a "crack" sound, the handover record was completed. The liaison saluted and turned away.

Yuri inserts the memory card into the interface slot of the computer assistant AI (artificial intelligence), and the computer assistant AI named "Tequila Lan" begins to read the data and display the video data in front of her eyes.

The video shows the audience entering the arena and the various advertisements displayed on the large screen above the battle stage.

Yuri sat in the swivel chair with a cup of coffee and gracefully crossed her right leg over her left leg.

"Fast forward to 10 minutes and 20 seconds." Yuri said to Tequila Lan as she looked at the preview of the video frame below the progress bar.

The 3D image shows the pre-transformation state of the two battle mechs falling down two huge passages into the battle arena, and the audience outside the arena cheers.

Yu Li frowned and looked at the vivid image in front of her, not knowing if it was because of the bitter coffee in her mouth, or because she was sick to her stomach when she saw the smoky miasma of this illegal underground black boxing market.

"Fast forward." Yuri lightly gave a command to the tequila orchid.

In the 3D image, two battle mechs fight fiercely, vividly interpreting the most primitive survival instincts of various civilizations.

Yu Li deeply understands that the fighters of this underground black boxing market have an element of show in some aspects: although they can get a lot of money if they win in the boxing competition, the gorgeous combat moves of the battle mech and the same level of control are sometimes more memorable to the audience, and sometimes even the special moves will make them climb to the top of the various rankings outside the mainstream of the underground black boxing market.

"Savage!" Yulisa Rayan snorted the word in her nose and began to flick her fingers at the various perspectives of the 3D video playback.

The spectators outside the arena either ate and drank heavily, completely ignoring the elegance, or shouted and shouted, not at all like gentlemen, and some even yelled while eating and drinking. "It's terrible, Sven is sweeping the floor." Yuri thought so.

The infield service robot nimbly shuttles between the various seat arrangements, taking care of the eating and drinking of those spectators, and even enduring their hot temper and rude venting. Yuri notices a spectator lashing out at a small service robot, which is apparently humbly apologizing, and then obediently flashes to the side, allowing the arrogant spectator to swagger over.

Yuri said to herself: "The long-overdue "Robot Labor Protection Law" has not been approved for a long time, and the lengthy and complicated approval process of the Interstellar Legislature is really enough. I don't know what's going on in these people's heads! ”

Yuri used her fingers to flick the perspective of the 3D image over and over again, trying not to miss every detail.

It happened to be the little service robot just now, but it stretched out its mechanical arm to support a spectator who almost fell during the game-to-game battle.

"What a kind robot!" Yuri put her coffee on the work table. "Civilized individuals, civilized individuals!"

Then she asked Tequila Lan to bring up the information of the two black boxers who were the main players in the Black Fist City this time.

Above the 3D image is a 3D image of the heads of Oulion and Mentsev, as well as details of the two of them. The data shows that the police have been concerned about them for a long time, but the black boxers of the alien system are essentially the objects of the joint "care" of the planetary criminal police and the interstellar interpol organization, and the arrest and extradition cannot be unilaterally decided by the planetary police.

Yuri looked at Oulion and Mentsev, and the expressions on their faces were handsome and white, and the other was resolute and brave. The scars on their faces seem to tell Yuri about the hardships of surviving in another galaxy.

"Not only robots, but also civilized individuals in the universe who want to survive in other galaxies need to pay many times more effort and sacrifice than the civilized individuals in that galaxy. In particular, since the adoption of the Interstellar Anti-Colonial Pact, advocating peaceful coexistence among different civilizations has been the mainstream of today's cosmic society on the premise of protecting the civilizations of the galaxy from being invaded. However, in order to satisfy some people's curiosity and thrill-seeking, this underground black boxing market has made black boxers and even service robots suffer unfair treatment and inhuman torture on some occasions, which is really an excellent irony that civilization has developed to the height of this era! Yuli felt sad in her heart, and a feeling of compassion arose in her heart.

The 3D footage began to show the black boxer's second round fight, and Yuri was still staring at every detail with a keen eye.

The two black fighters in the protective cover on the fighting platform were still fighting around in the battle mech, as if their weapons did not cause any damage to the space outside the protective shield, even if they touched the inside of the protective shield. Judging from Yuri's usual experience, although those weapons have reduced their lethality a lot, they obviously adopt a "fancy combat" strategy, and do not want to deal a devastating blow to the environment to the opponent.

Then the style turned, and the weapon attacks from the two battle mechs passed through the protective shield, causing an explosion in the halls of Black Fist City. In just a few seconds, what was originally a peaceful and prosperous era of singing and dancing turned into a hell on earth in an instant.

"The energy used in this attack is obviously not at the same level as before!" Yuri came to this conclusion preliminarily.

"Wait, even if the weapon energy is upgraded instantly, according to the design level of the protective shield, it is impossible to penetrate the protective shield so easily in an instant!" Yuri cut off a small piece of the protective cover in the image and threw it to Tequila Lan for analysis, which confirmed her suspicions.

At the same time as the energy of the weapon increases, something must have gone wrong on the protective cover!

Yuri froze the 3D image at the moment when the weapon attack was about to penetrate the protective shield, intending to rotate the entire Black Fist City hall 360 degrees.

Strange things have happened!

No matter how Yuri rotates, there is always an angle that can't be rotated! The same goes for a reverse rotation of three hundred and sixty degrees!

Yuri tried to face up and down again, rotating the angle of the camera with her entire palm, and there was always a blind spot that could not be seen.

Yuri orders Tequila Lan to spin on its own, and the answer is powerless.

She also made the omnipotent AI make the battle table transparent, and the invisible area was actually black!

What a weird thing!

Yuri never has the word "give up" in her dictionary, and she constantly zooms in on the part of the 3D image, showing the details of the mysterious vacuum area bit by bit.

This annoying vacuum!

Yuri tied her long waterfall-like blonde hair over her shoulders into a high ponytail with a headband, and pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose with her fingertips. "Interesting! It's been a long time since it's been such a challenging job. She smiled and rolled up her sleeves, not missing every pixel of the 3D image.

The hard work paid off, and Yuri found that at the edge of the vacuum area, there was something she seemed to have seen somewhere!

That's the front end of a robotic arm!

Yuri seemed to suddenly remember something, and opened a new area to play back the 3D image she had just had. Thin beads of sweat began to form on her forehead; Her long eyelashes blinked, comparing the image in front of her with the memory in her head.

Yes, this is it!

What is shown in the small playback area is the small infield service robot that kindly supported the audience who almost fell!

There's a lot of work on this little service robot!