As the alarm sounds, it is not only the server where the data is being copied that is being locked, but also the door of the small computer room.

Fisher distinctly heard the sound of four steel pillars embedded in the door.

He hummed a song gracefully, stuffed the USB flash drive in Bermuda into the storage compartment of the mechanical arm, and crushed Ou Peng's directly. He turned back to face the camera, tore off the disguise from his face, and raised his middle finger at the camera.

The security guards on the other side of the monitor looked at each other, and one of them asked his companion in fear: "Is this the one who bombed the embassy?" ”

There was silence in the monitoring room.

Fisher took off his gloves and knocked on the door with his mechanical arm, and there was a sound of metal colliding, and he popped out the high-frequency oscillating knife of his elbow, held it in his right hand, and slashed it into the door.

There was a sound of a silent electric drill drilling into the wall, and soon Fisher cut off two of the steel columns. "Tsk, it's so easy and enjoyable." Fisher had a heart-palpitating smile on his face, "It's beginning, it's beginning, it's time to mow the lawn!" It was both self-talk and to Angela and the others in the headset.

He opened the photon shield in his right arm, put the small knife back on his left arm, and a fish jumped and rolled out, several bullets were bounced off the photon shield, and more fell into the air.

"You two, go over there!" The security guards were so nervous that they were gun-wielding, and one of them commanded the outflanking.

"Tsk, this AI is still stuck in the last century." Fisher hid behind a wall, the wall around him torn by bullets, and a small amount of wall skin bounced off him. He patted the debris on his body, "You still have to grab a gun, otherwise you always feel a little passive." He frowned, his gun had already been "confiscated" when he entered the Titan Corporation.

He squatted down suddenly, pulled out the small dagger in the palm of his hand, stabbed it on the foot of a security guard who had just turned the corner and exposed his foot, released the handle of the knife, got up and held the wrist of the opponent's gunman with his left hand and pushed it outward, and smashed his throat with a fist from the inside up with his right hand, shattering the cartilage of the opponent's throat, and at the same time snatching the pistol and opening the photon shield.

A barrage of bullets pierced the security guard's body, bouncing off the photon shield, and the poor security guard ate his own man twice before he was completely dead.

Fisher crouched down as the guard's body fell, put away the small dagger, and rested his right hand holding the pistol on his left wrist.

When the body of the security guard fell to the ground, Fisher saw the security guard five steps behind him who was changing magazines in a panic, his left hand shield was slightly tilted, and the muzzle of his right hand popped out a photon shield, and the other party's brain was shot open.

"It's really not very easy to use." After all, if the little round shield wanted to use the blast shield shot, it would at least expose his left arm and a small amount of shoulder, and he would not be able to protect his feet while standing.

He put away his shield, handed the pistol to his left hand, and stretched out the pistol out of the wall with his mechanical arm, relying on the aiming of the second vision and the characteristics of the mechanical arm that he was not afraid of bullets, he fired four shots in a row, and put down the three people who had just taken turns shooting themselves as the wall of cover.

One of them had a bad shot and could only shoot him in the foot, and when the other man fell, he made up a shot in the chest.

Fisher swaggered out of cover, shot the man in the head in the chest, quickly picked up the spare magazines on several people, and stuffed them into his jacket pocket.

"Call the heavy loaders!" The security guard in the monitoring room who saw this scene only felt stunned, picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled.

Fisher tilted his head, and he heard the angry shouts over the walkie-talkie, but he didn't pay attention to it. The robotic arm is equipped with its own second vision, and it is really open and invincible in this small space.

He flicked off the photon shield, and a small black shadow hit it, making a soft "poof" sound, and bounced away lightly.

Fisher looked closely, but found that it was a rubber bullet of a toy gun, and when he looked along the way, a staff member with a pale face immediately raised his hands and trembled, and the toy gun in his hand was particularly eye-catching.

Fisher looked at him in disbelief, walked over, the other party fell to the ground on his knees, Fisher snatched the toy gun, slammed the trigger on his head, hit him in the head, he shoved the toy gun into the other party's hand, and said viciously: "Next time I hit your head!" ”

The staff was startled, rolled their eyes, and fainted with a big bag on their heads.

Ignoring him, Fisher walked through the many open cubicles towards the stairwell.

"Ding" The elevator door opened, Fisher stepped to the side, leaned against the wall, squatted outside the elevator door, popped out the small knife, held it in his right hand, and stabbed it in his backhand.

There was a scream, and several security guards in the elevator immediately separated their legs and feet, lying on the ground and wailing.

"yes, this is what it's called 'reloading security'? It's really heavy! Fisher admired in his heart, and through the second vision, he could see a heavily armed soldier holding an explosion-proof shield squeezed behind a few security guards who were lying on the ground and wailing, whether it was the photon shield echo covered by the explosion-proof shield, or the helmet that lit up blue light from time to time, it made him look particularly technological.

What was even more unexpected for Fisher was that the reloaded security guard took two steps forward and threw the shield to the ground, and a secondary shield stretched out on each side of the composite shield of the explosion-proof shield and the photon shield, which immediately blocked the entire elevator door.

It seemed that he wanted to rescue several companions in the elevator, Fisher picked up a small knife and stabbed him in the shield, and all of them were slid away by the photon shield.

He thought for a moment, clenched his left hand into a fist, pressed it against the photon shield, and activated the function in his left robotic arm that he had never found a chance to use - a directional high-explosive projectile, a four-way salvo.

"Boom!" The huge thrust bounced Fisher's left hand away as if someone had pulled it back with a noose, and the small elevator was filled with a miasma of smoke.

"Shhh Fisher subconsciously went to the silent robotic arm, but was scalded and grinned. A shell-throwing window bounced open from the outside of the forearm of the robotic arm, and a shell shell popped out, emitting a puff of green smoke.

Fisher looked back at the elevator, tsk, good guy, the heavily armed security guard who was originally very powerful with a big shield was pushed away, and his originally stocky body was squeezed by the big shield and the elevator bulkhead There was still a third of the volume left.

Fisher didn't want to look any further, and the elevator was a mess and silent. He picked up his pistol, changed the magazine, entered through the stairwell next to the elevator, and ran all the way up.

He doesn't care when he can get out now, the most important thing now is to find the person in charge of this company to get in touch with the relationship. It's all here, how can it be appropriate not to see each other?

"Quick, he's upstairs! Call the police, we give them so much money every year, how can it come so slowly at a critical time! The security guard in the monitoring room was still holding the walkie-talkie and shouting, but it was impossible to get him out to support at this time.

However, just because he doesn't go out doesn't mean that others can't come in. The door to the surveillance room opened, and Bell held up his pistol and shot him in the back of the head at the security guard who was looking at the monitor screen, shattering the screen and spraying a splatter of blood and brains on the remaining screen.

Bell didn't stop, turned around and left the room, he had a more important task, the security guard of this monitoring room could have been killed, but he really made the channel too noisy, which made Bell, who was not in a good mood, give him a ride.