Rocot: Reborn

The electronic eyes of the dark night finally went out, like a tiny spark. But Roccod didn't even blink, as if he had just run over an ant on the roadside. He slowly jumped off the back of the shadow leopard and straightened his collar that was messed up by the night wind. His movements were as elegant as if he was attending a dinner party.

"How boring," he murmured, a hint of boredom in his tone. "I thought he would be more interesting."

The shadow leopard growled, as if to agree with him. It licked the blood on its paws, and the sweet and fishy taste made it swish its tail excitedly.

"Okay, stop playing." Roccod patted Shadow Panther's head and turned to walk into the darkness. "We still have business to do."

The shadow leopard followed him obediently, and the figures of the man and the beast soon disappeared into the night.

Outside the abandoned factory, several black hovercrafts stopped silently. The doors opened, and a group of soldiers in black uniforms filed out, holding energy guns and scanning the surrounding environment with vigilance.

"Reporting to the commander, no target was found." A soldier walked up to a burly man and saluted.

The man frowned, and his hawk-like eyes swept over every corner of the abandoned factory. "Lockold can't just disappear out of thin air. Search carefully!"

"Yes!" The soldiers took the order, dispersed, and began a carpet search of the factory.

The man stood there, staring gloomily at the ruins in front of him. He was the director of the Imperial Security Bureau, Raynor. He was ordered to hunt down the fugitive Rocot.

Raynor had heard about Rocot a long time ago. It was said that he was once the monarch of the Shadow Kingdom, a ruthless and scheming guy. This time Rocot escaped from prison and took away the confidential documents of the Empire, which made Raynor feel that the matter was very serious.

"Sir, we've found something!"

A soldier's voice interrupted Renault's thoughts. He walked over quickly and saw soldiers surrounding a pile of scrap metal with serious expressions.

"What is this?" Renault asked.

"Reporting to the commander, we have found a piece of mechanical wreckage. After scanning and analysis, the preliminary judgment is..." The soldier paused, as if he was a little embarrassed to speak, "It is the body of Dark Night."

"What?!" Renault's pupils suddenly contracted, "Dark Night is dead?"

Dark Night was the empire's top cyborg warrior, powerful and almost invincible. Even Raynor didn't dare to say he could beat him. And now, he died here?

"Who did it?" Renault's voice was terribly low.

The soldiers looked at each other, and saw shock and fear in each other's eyes. They couldn't imagine who could kill An Ye so quietly.

Renault didn't say anything else. He squatted down and carefully examined the wreckage of Dark Night. The metal skeleton was covered with deep claw marks, which was shocking.

"Shadow Leopard..." Renault murmured softly, and a figure appeared in his mind.

Apart from Rocot's shadow leopard, what other creature could have such sharp claws?

It seems that the rumors are true, Rocot is not dead. He is back with revenge and even more powerful.

Renault stood up suddenly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Lockold, do you think you can escape?" He smiled coldly, "This game has just begun!"

……

At the same time, Roccod was standing on the top floor of a skyscraper, overlooking the brightly lit city night scene. Next to him stood a graceful woman in a black dress.

"Master, I have prepared what you want." The woman bowed her head respectfully and handed a metal box to Rocot.

Roccod took the box, opened it and took a look. There was a black chip inside. He raised a wicked smile and said slowly, "Very good, you did a good job."

The woman raised her head, a complex look flashed in her eyes. She looked at Rokod's profile, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Master, why did you betray the empire? You clearly..."

"Before?" Rocot interrupted her, turned around and stared at her coldly, "Are you questioning my decision?"

The woman's heart trembled, and she lowered her head quickly, saying in fear, "I dare not!"

"Hmph!" Roccod snorted coldly, with a hint of warning in his tone, "Remember your identity, you are just my dog! Whatever I do is not your turn."

"Questioning? Ha," Rocot approached the woman, lifted her chin with his slender fingers, and forced her to look at him, "You are such a lowly plaything, are you worthy?"

The woman was frightened by the coldness in his eyes. His eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, reminding her of those experimental subjects that were discarded by Rocot, struggling in pain and eventually turned into a pile of cold scrap metal. She didn't dare to question it anymore. She could only tremble and utter a few words with difficulty as if her throat was strangled: "I...I admit my guilt..."

"Hmph, I'm glad to know." Rocot shook her chin away. The woman staggered a few steps, but did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.

"I've got the chip," Roccod said, playing with the black chip in his hand, with an elusive light flashing in his eyes, "Next, just wait and see."

The woman lowered her head, not daring to breathe. She knew that the "good show" that Rocot was talking about must be a bloody storm that would sweep across the entire empire. And she was just an insignificant pawn in this catastrophe, at his mercy.

Rocot turned and walked to the French window, looking down at the brightly lit city that never sleeps. The bright lights reflected on his handsome but cold face, adding a bit of evil charm.

"Reno, do you think you can stop me?" Roccod's mouth curled up with a cold arc, "The game between you and me has just begun!"

......

At the headquarters of the Imperial Security Bureau, the atmosphere was so solemn that even the air seemed to have frozen.

Raynor sat at his desk, holding a document tightly in his hand. The words "Shadow Project" were printed on it. This was the Empire's top secret, and it was also the goal of Rocot's escape this time.

"Damn it!" Renault slammed the table hard. The words on the document seemed to turn into sharp blades, stinging his eyes.

He knew what the "Shadow Project" meant. It was a force that was enough to subvert the entire world. Once it fell into Roccod's hands, the consequences would be disastrous!

"Report!" A soldier rushed into the office and saluted. "Chief, we have intercepted a communication signal that is suspected to be sent by Rokod!"

"What's the content?" Renault stood up suddenly, a gleam in his eyes.

The soldier quickly opened the tablet in his hand and played an audio clip.

"Three days later, in the center square of the Empire, I will make everyone my witness..." In the audio, Rocot's voice was low and magnetic, but with a creepy chill, as if it was a death announcement coming from the depths of hell.

"Witness? Witness of what?" Renault frowned, an ominous premonition coming to his mind.

He suddenly remembered one of the contents of the "Shadow Project" - a forbidden technology that can control people's minds! Could it be that...

"Immediately block the central square, mobilize all troops, and enter a level one alert!" Renault made a prompt decision and issued a series of orders, "Also, notify the military to activate the 'Skynet' system. Find Rokod within three days!"

"Yes!" The soldier took the order and left. Renault was the only one left in the office. He looked at the bustling city outside the window, but his heart was filled with gloom.

He knew that an unprecedented catastrophe was about to come...

......

Three days passed in a flash, and when night fell, the Imperial Center Square was brightly lit and crowded with people.

Today is the Empire's annual science and technology exhibition. Countless tourists and citizens from all over the world gather here to admire the latest scientific and technological achievements, completely unaware that a huge crisis is quietly approaching.

In the center of the square, a huge stage was built. Above the stage, a huge holographic projection screen was suspended, playing a promotional video about the empire's technological development in a loop.

In the crowd, a figure wearing a black cloak and a hood quietly blended in. He looked up at the screen above the stage, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Time is up……"