As soon as the middle-aged white driver's voice fell, a gunshot was heard, and the glass of the truck driven by the young white man just now shattered to the ground.

“F|U|C|K" the young white driver cursed, then stepped back into the driver's seat of the truck and began to steer.

He could see that these people were going to play for real, and he was defenseless, even though he was angry, he could only take a detour.

Langst brandished his shotgun, which he had just fired, and when he saw the young white driver retreating, he shouted happily, "Look, boys, these guys are nothing to be afraid of, for the sake of your jobs, hurry up for me, pull the lumps off their cars, and smash them all."

Many people listened to him before they came, thinking that the robot construction team created by the Internet Superman would rob them of their jobs, in fact, Langster did not lie, and other workers have been relying on protests and demonstrations to prevent the large-scale replacement of robots in American factories.

With the successful experience of their predecessors, they certainly have a little more courage. After all, Internet Superman is not really Superman, and many people choose the former when choosing between a job and not being able to access the Internet.

The hundreds of people soon surrounded the trucks that were congested on the highway, and the truck drivers were all people with a vision of building a dream country, and unlike these people who were only obsessed with money, they could not make the act of grinding meat, but could only stop the truck and negotiate with them under pressure from these people.

The young white driver who was angry and scolded these construction teams at all times, saw that the car could only stop, and leaned out again and bravely confronted them, "You are violating sacred private property, we have the right to call the police to deal with you"

Enraged, Langster brandished a shotgun and "pulled down this man who dared to insult us and beat him to death"

Langster was not afraid of police officers at all, and he had dealt with almost all kinds of police officers in the United States. I know they're cooperating with that damn Cyber Superman on the surface, but none of them actually like him.

No one likes a person who stares every day at whether he works hard and collects black money.

Maybe their boss will be a little grateful to that cyber superman because of the increased crime solving rate. But compared to this, the things that blocked their way to wealth made the next patrols even more disgusted.

He believed that his action this time was in line with the idea of these policemen to give the Internet Superman a little color, and their speed of dispatching the police must be frighteningly slow.

Soon Langster's men rushed in. Wielding a variety of weapons, his cronies were armed with guns, and the construction workers were either armed with iron rods or catalpao, most of which were tools used in construction.

A Mexican gets into a truck and lifts the tarpaulin from it, revealing the neatly assembled robots inside.

"Oh, what I saw, they were, these lumps. to take away our jobs, to make us unemployed, and from now on we can only be with those homeless"

As he spoke, he opened fire on one of the small robots with a shotgun in his hand.

The small robot had crawlers underneath it, and an electronic eye and an electronic arm on its upper body, and the shot hit one of its eyes.

Suddenly, the camera was smashed and splashed everywhere.

The Mexican looked at it and laughed. "Hey guys, I knocked out one of its eyes, and it's been a cyclops from now on"

I saw that one of the robot's eyes was empty. Only the other electronic eye is still intact, and the entire robot has just come out of the human factory and is about to work for the human being, but it is attacked by the human first.

"Haha, Bowen, well done." Langst saw this scene, and he encouraged the others, "See, these iron bumps have no power to fight back at all, everyone smash them to their heart's content, and let that Internet Superman understand that in this territory of reality, only we can do these things!" ”

The young white drivers have seen this scene, the capabilities of these robots, they just saw the test video from the Internet, and they are looking forward to it, and they are transporting them in person, just to wait to see them go to the construction site to show their skills, only to be damaged by someone for no reason.

Enraged, he returned to the cab, pulled out a revolver from under the driver's seat, and aimed it at the Mexican who had just fired.

“FU|C|K, you bastard, what have you done? For the first time, he pointed a pistol at someone, and despite his anger, his hands trembled a little.

The Mexican, at the same time, aimed his shotgun at him, "Nurse boy, get out of here for me, let's smash these damn iron guys"

"Romy, calm down, don't clash with them," the older white driver from before quickly advised.

The Mexican man was even more smug when he heard this, "Like, boy, why are you going to maintain these iron heads, you know that one day, they will take your job as a truck driver."

The young white driver's face turned red with anger, and it took him a long time to hold back the words, "They are my friends, and I want them to work in place of my drivers, so that I have more time to do the things I like more."

The Mexican then scoffed, "You mean go and apply for poor unemployment benefits, eat benefits, and do what you love to do?" ”

"Hahaha," some of the construction workers laughed along, but many more didn't, especially the illegal immigrants, who were reluctant to participate in the siege, and once surrounded by police, those with full U.S. citizenship might only be detained for a few days, but they would be repatriated.

But they couldn't do it if they didn't come, and under the threat of Ronster firing them and even reporting them, they had to rush outside.

The Mexican laughed at the young white man and turned to shoot the robot in the other eye, but this time it may have been affected and did not hit completely, but only collapsed into a corner.

The "bastard" young white driver was furious, and after the other party's gunshots rang out, he also subconsciously opened fire.

The Mexican could only hear a "bang" on the railing of the truck next to him, and then sparks came out, and when he turned to see the young white driver yelling at him, he was looking at him in a daze, with the muzzle of the gun still emitting smoke.

He was immediately furious, "You dare to shoot me, you are a dead boy, and your mother can't save you when she comes"

He aimed his shotgun at the young white driver.

The young white driver's mind went blank for a moment, the action he had just done was only carried out in a moment of righteous indignation, and he was not completely aimed at the Mexican, otherwise, the two were less than ten meters apart, and it would be difficult for him to miss the battle after winning many local shooting club championships.

At such a close distance, he could clearly see the smoke of the shotgun's muzzle, and the hideous face of the Mexican, who was about to fire a deadly bullet.

"Die, boy" As the Mexican's last words came out, the young white driver closed his eyes in fright.

Then, with his eyes wide open, the Mexican seemed to sense something incredible happening, and without saying a word, he got off his head, and with a "duang" he tipped over the edge of the truck, smashed to the ground, and landed next to the truck tires. (To be continued.) )