life copy game

Chapter 230 Gunshots
Fiery orange light illuminated the sky, illuminated the cheeks of giants, and illuminated the dark alleys.

The heat wave swept away, and the surging brilliance pierced through the giant's body.

He Ao's body was knocked flying by the giant's inertial corpse and fell from the sky.

At this moment, his vision is full of red hints, and some damaged and hot parts are even burning his skin.

He Ao turned off some of the damaged systems, then mobilized the remaining energy of the mecha, and adjusted his figure with the power of the engine in the air, allowing himself to land smoothly.

boom--

The giant's body fell to the ground, making a roaring sound.

Scorched heat rose up along his pierced body.

He Ao glanced at the remaining power, and there was one battery left, which was 11% of the base.

This is the total charge of the two batteries.

The blow just now almost drained two batteries.

The state of the armor is not good now.

He Ao felt that there was even a little air leakage in some places.

The so-called overclocking is actually running the entire device at a power beyond the safe limit.

It's not that the equipment cannot operate at this power, but once it operates in this way, it will exceed the safe use limit of some parts, which may cause damage to these parts, which will lead to damage to the equipment, and even lead to safety accidents.

Some parts of the Adam 1 mecha He Ao is wearing are completely damaged, and some functions cannot be used.

Little flashes of electric arc leaked from He Ao, and he walked slowly to the dead giant.

This is not the masked man who appeared on the talk show.

Although the shape of this masked man is similar to that in the video, and he wears the same mask, and even his face is specially decorated, at first glance, it seems to be the one in the video.

But in fact, there are still many details that are different. For example, the mask man has no obvious mouth scars.

This should just be a stand-in.

And that crazy masked man that appeared in the talk show may be the target of He Ao's mission this time, Chaos.

He Ao scanned the surroundings, and after confirming that there was no ambush, he turned his gaze to the scorched wound on the giant's corpse.

What caused this wound was not the same laser cannon as Selina, but the miniature plasma cannon developed by Wei'an.

This plasma cannon technology is immature.

The energy to be driven is too great, even exceeding the limit that the mech can withstand, and it must be overclocked to release it.

Of course, the power is also considerable.

The plasma itself is colorless, and the orange-yellow radiance after release is the flame reaction of the muzzle alloy.

In a sense, this battle was actually a stressful combat test for the Adam 1 mech, in which many problems were exposed. After going back at night, maybe it can be improved.

After He Ao stood beside the giant's corpse for a while, a black car stopped at the intersection, and the silver-haired old butler slowly got out of the car.

"Master Wei An."

The old butler walked to He Ao's side.

"Well," He Ao nodded slightly, and pointed to the van that was installed into the wall behind him, "Take an inventory of the things in there, and then make a list for me."

"Do you need to return these things to Nord Bank?"

The old butler asked in a low voice.

"Contact their respective owners."

Howard shook his head.

Most of the items that were stolen were valuables stored by Nolde Bank for customers, which did not actually belong to Nolde Bank.

Then He Ao added, "Remember to introduce the valuables safekeeping business, deposit and financial business of Nolanka Bank to these customers."

Those who have the need to keep valuables are generally big customers.

"Ok."

The old housekeeper nodded slightly.

"correct,"

He Ao stopped the old butler who was about to call someone, "Check the profile of the person who planned this talk show today."

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"Isn't the person on that street? Okay, I get it, so what's playing now should be a video."

Chief Jeron is a large, dignified man.

Wearing some ill-fitting police uniform, he stood at the forefront of the crowd.

He turned off the intercom in his hand, put it in his coat bag, and signaled the policeman behind him to move on to the light hydraulic hammer.

The hydraulic hammer was quickly activated and aimed at the wall. The management personnel of the office building were also watching. This wall is not a load-bearing wall and can be knocked off.

Chief Jeron did not use a fusion gun to cut open the locked and welded iron door, which would take too much time.

There are still 10 minutes until the end of the 3-minute countdown.

The hydraulic hammer slammed into the wall violently, denting the wall with one blow.

Immediately after another hammer, the wall collapsed and a hollow was created.

The officers quickly disengaged the hydraulic hammer.

It was found that the wall had collapsed, and the staff and hosts who were trapped inside swarmed out, fleeing desperately.

But Jie Lang went against the flow of people and squeezed into the studio.

He followed the direction of the origin of the countdown and walked to a wall.

He listened carefully for a moment before smashing the wall with his fist, revealing a hollow mezzanine within.

and one,
The countdown clock is playing loudly.

Jeron was dazed, reached out and grabbed the alarm clock, and opened the back cover.

The structure inside is indeed the most common watch structure without any explosives.

"mischief?"

He turned off the alarm clock, and walked out of the studio in a daze.

The staff outside the house were anxiously calling their families to report their safety. Only the well-dressed host stood in the crowd, lost in his thoughts.

Jielang didn't care about these people, but ordered the police to take care of their emotions, lead everyone away from the studio, and then looked down at the clock in his hand.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong. Judging from the video, the other party should be that kind of unscrupulous thug. How could he just do a prank?
Just then, his bracelet vibrated.

This is the 10-minute countdown he set up.

boom--

Accompanied by the vibration of his bracelet, there was a violent explosion, and the whole floor seemed to be shaking.

Several staff members who had already escaped were screamed by the explosion, and Jeron almost lost his balance and fell. He casually grabbed a staff member beside him and asked,
"What room is upstairs?"

"Warehouse, studio, these people should be evacuated..." the staff member said halfway, then suddenly paused, "The boss is still upstairs in the office."

"Someone?"

Jeron let go of the staff, rushed into the fire escape, and climbed up the stairs.

Several police officers followed along.

There are fewer people maintaining order on this floor.

The voice of the phone gradually quieted down. The staff of the 'Near Escape' had basically reported their safety to their families, and there were whispers of discussion among the crowd.

The distraught host Jeter leaned on the edge of the crowd, his mind blank.

It's not that there is no Internet in the studio. During the ten minutes he was locked in the studio, he also logged on to the TV station's website and saw the TV station's 'live' program about himself.

His ugliness, his embarrassment, was seen and made fun of by millions of people watching the live broadcast.

"I'm done, I'm done,"

He staggered against the edge of the ventilation window, muttering to himself.

There was the sound of people pattering around.

He couldn't hear what they were saying.

It seemed like everyone was making fun of him, humiliating him.

His hosting career is over.

From now on, everyone will think he is a clown.

He has no future.

He raised his head abruptly and looked at the thin and thin man closest to him.

This man usually likes to flatter and flatter him.

And at this moment,
This man is laughing!

He is laughing!
Jet grabbed the man's shoulders suddenly, his eyes widened, and bright red bloodshot eyes covered his eyes,

"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? You deserve to laugh at me too? You dirty, lowly poor people deserve to laugh at me too?"

"I'm on the phone with my kid!? Are you crazy?"

The man broke free from his restraint, and roared angrily.

"You deserve it too? You deserve it too?"

Jet let go and staggered back until he reached the open ventilation window.

His clothes were disheveled and his hair was a little messed up, "You think I'll give you a chance to laugh at me!?"

"Impossible! Impossible!"

He lay on the edge of the ventilation window, then jumped,

This is the second floor.

——4 minutes ago——

"Open the door! Open the door!"

The man in the suit slammed on the office door. He tried to turn the handle and pull the door, but it wouldn't budge.

In the direction of his left hand is a turned on TV with a blood red countdown on the TV.

Tick-tick-tick-

The crisp sound resounded in this narrow but magnificently decorated office.

The man picked up the phone on his desk and wanted to make a call, but all he got back was an endless busy tone.

He picked up the wristband again, and it showed 'no signal' on the wristband.

All means of contact with the outside world here have been cut off.

All he could do was knock on the door to attract the attention of those nearby, but there was no response to his knock.

People on several nearby floors were evacuated within 10 minutes.

As for why he didn't evacuate.

Once the explosion occurs, the equipment in the studio will inevitably be destroyed. At that time, he can carry the camera and record the scene as soon as possible.

That would be a traffic of not knowing how much.

And his office has been specially reinforced, very safe.

The miniature high-definition video recorder placed on the table flashes red light, and his appearance is reflected in the lens.

He was just about to take out the camera and go out to test his status, when he found that the door of his office was locked at some point.

And there was a bloody countdown on his TV.

"Bastard, bastard, useless bastards! Someone save me!"

The crisp countdown countdown was like a life-threatening spell, breaking down his psychological defense step by step.

The doors and windows had been locked. He tried to break the glass, but the reinforced tempered glass did not move at all.

On the other side is the panoramic glass curtain wall, which is the height of the 28th floor when it is broken.

He staggered and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Who can help me."

The countdown on the TV reached the last ten seconds.

bang-click-

A silver-black ray of light fell from the sky and shattered the glass curtain wall.

The shattered glass reflected the streamlined figure of the mecha, and reflected on the cheeks of the crying man kneeling on the ground.

It was as if the savior had come.

Howo landed on the ground, and the scanner quickly found the bomb hidden in the wall.

He then smashed the wall with one punch to remove the bomb, then shattered the glass window and dropped the bomb at the end of the hallway.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.

The roaring explosion resounded through the entire floor.

At this moment, the energy of the mecha is also exhausted.

He Ao can still rely on physical strength to drive the mecha, and the mecha can maintain a certain defense, but the action will consume a lot of energy, just like a soldier wearing heavy armor on the battlefield.

In the end, Ho took the mech back, turning it back into a silver-gray suitcase.

"you are?"

The man looked at He Ao in confusion.

Wei An is not the kind of playboy who is particularly famous. He rarely appears in newspapers and basically does not participate in activities. As a result, he, the controlling shareholder of Nolanka Group, is actually not well-known in Kaya City.

"A nice guy passing by."

He Ao scanned him, picked up the video camera on the table, and found that the video camera was still recording normally.

He saved the video, entered the editing interface of the camera, and deleted the part where he entered the scene.

Then he discovered that the scene of the man crying for help was also recorded.

He leaned the bracelet on the data transmission port of the camera, and then uploaded the video into his bracelet.

"If this video is posted on your channel, it should attract a lot of traffic?"

He put the camera on the table and pressed the video button casually.

"What did you say that I didn't understand?"

The man stretched his hands behind his back and shook his head suspiciously.

He Ao turned around and began to operate the computer on the desktop,
"You recorded the live broadcast of those poor people threatened by bombs, isn't it just to attract traffic? It stands to reason that putting your video on it should also attract a lot of traffic. What is your computer password?"

"3576, it's okay, if you put it up, I will lose face in the future."

The man glanced around, no one was around, and then glanced at the broken glass window.

If anything falls from the 28th floor, it will be bloody.

A pitch-black pistol was slowly drawn out by him.

As long as you act like you were robbed with a gun and cooperate with a lawyer, you are likely to get away with it.

If this video is released, it will ruin his career and reputation.

What he created was the persona of a modest gentleman.

His eyes flicked to the silver-gray suitcase on the ground.

In fact, he was quite grateful to the person who came to save him, but unfortunately, this guy was a bit out of his mind.

Although he didn't know much about the machinery industry, the mecha that could be carried and stored was worth a lot of money at a glance.

He had never seen such a lightweight mecha. Not only was the mecha valuable, but the technical structure of the mecha was also valuable.

Arms dealers like Ives Space Systems Group have been buying this advanced equipment at high prices and conducting reverse disassembly.

This is a no-cost deal.

He Ao was concentrating on operating the computer, but he didn't seem to notice what he was doing.

boom--

Jeron, who was struggling to cross the ruins of the explosion, heard a gunshot in front of him.

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