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Detroit Police Department, Office of the Commissioner.

"David Anderson! I sent Connor to you as a partner to let you deal with the more serious bionic attacks or harms to humans in recent times! Instead of catching what should be, dead, yeah, the red ice seller! You understand ?"

"Is there any way? He saw the patrol came, and he nervously concealed the broken sofa. Even if Connor didn't find it, I was going to search. Do you want me to pretend not to see?"

In the spacious office where the Detroit and Starlink flags were hung across, a black senior police officer with no hair on his head was snarling at David Anderson, who was indifferent.

"Yes! I just want you to turn a blind eye!" The black bald police officer continued to growl: "You can choose to inform the colleagues of the anti-drug team after leaving, instead of simply snatching their lives! Don't you forget--"

"I didn't forget, so I can't give him a chance to escape."

"..." "..."

The two stared at each other, but silently fell silently, and Connor, who stood in a standing position behind Vice Captain Anderson, consciously acted as a backdrop.

[Confirmation information: Nick Fury, Detroit Police Chief, has been commended several times for his clear and efficient work, and pursued the concept of "doing his own job and doing his best". The police generally think he hates big Wei Anderson. 】

[Extended information: Red ice, also known as red sand, at room temperature, the shape is irregular transparent red particles with a length of not more than three millimeters. Its molecular formula is (data shielding). After refining by (data shielding) and other methods, the same (Data shielding) It is synthesized, and the method of use is generally (data shielding), which has strong hallucinations and addiction, and is now classified as a second-level contraband by Starlink. 】

[Expanded information: Since Star Alliance has focused on developing alien colonies in recent years, there is no time to take into account this relatively harmless criminal activity, resulting in criminal groups that manufacture and sell red ice form a certain size of criminal organization. The deputy leader of the patrol team Wei Anderson lost a total of twelve partners in tracing these organizations, mostly due to serious injuries and excessive pressure, and no police officer has been killed for this reason. 】

"Okay, okay," Anderson finally shook his head and compromised: "I don't care about the fat man who was caught, let the anti-drug team guys deal with it, I will take Connor to continue to inspect the bionics abnormalities Patrol of the region."

"That's right," Director Fury exhaled and handed a record board to Anderson: "But today I don't need to go anymore. There is a detained bionic who insists on seeing your partner. You can go with her. Look."

"Um... Daniel the T450 Bionic? Do you know him?" Anderson flicked his finger a few times and turned to look at Connor.

"This is the first case I took over after reporting here, sir, a domestic bionic man who was mad about the new bionics purchased by the head of the household. By the way, his goldfish was delicious." Kona replied.

"What? Goldfish? Ha, anyway, let's go." Anderson got up with the recorder and walked out.

"Wish you a nice day." Kang Na raised her hand to the director and followed Anderson out of the director's office.

A dozen meters after leaving the office, the blue light of Connor's forehead flickered slightly.

[Voiceprint recognition, Nick Fury, to himself, "Oh, but the first time I saw a bionic man who can eat goldfish and drink wine, there must be something I don’t know is going to happen. Good luck. Lucky, David."]

The second basement of the Detroit Police Department.

"Ah, you guys are here, the guy was still quite quiet, but suddenly madly smashed the door to see... Officer Kona," a police officer said while leading the way for Anderson and Kona: "But he Fairly speaking, I told him to ask him to be quiet after he was reported. I doubt if he will see you again after seeing you for a while."

"I also want to hear what he is going to say." Connor nodded and scanned the environment.

[Confirmation Information: The original role of the second basement of the Detroit Police Department was to temporarily detain suspects. However, due to the recent increase in crimes of bionics, some abnormal bionics were also detained here. The bionics do not have physiological needs such as diet and sleep. The cell is relatively simple. 】

"Oh, so he thinks he is a member of that family? He thinks he's...'Human'?" Anderson had already turned over Daniel's simple file at this time and glanced at Connor with a head: "So I want to make a final decision See the pretty female police officer who arrested herself before coming down?"

[Thank you for your compliment, sir. (Model)

[It seems that you have captured no girl prisoner, sir. (Rebellion)]

[Bionics are different in appearance only to avoid the "Terror Valley Effect", sir. 】

"Hey, man," Connor said to the policeman who led the way: "Have any female prisoners ever wanted to see Vice Captain Anderson?"

"Well, I think..."

"Shut up for me! Remit! Hurry up!" Anderson interrupted him directly.

"Then...no comment." Officer Remit shrugged to Connor and turned back to lead the way.

After a while, the detention room.

Daniel was handcuffed and his feet were tied to the legs of the table with shackles, but his appearance looked good.

"Do you have a donut? It came from the guard policeman." Connor sat across from Daniel and put a box of donuts on the table.

"Uh, no, I think Bionics can't digest these things?" Daniel originally seemed to have something to say, but was interrupted by Connor's strange behavior.

"That's just because your model is too old," Connor raised her hand and stuffed the doughnut into her mouth. "The latest model can directly convert any food into energy."

"Yes, is it? I used to feel inferior because I couldn't eat with Mrs. and Mrs." Daniel stared at the missing donut.

"Although Mr. Phillips tried to defend you, your crimes of hijacking and wounding could not be wiped out. Eventually, after adding restraint measures, you will be sent to the outer space for pioneering, so, what do you want to say to me? "Kona continued to nibble the doughnuts."

"Oh, yes," the halo of Daniel's forehead flashed a few yellow lights: "I've been thinking about it since I arrived here. Why am I angry because Mr. Phillips is buying a new bionic man? Is it possible for a TV to be bought by the owner? Are you angry with the new TV?"

"The result?" Connor ate the first donut and began to nibble the second.

"After a long self-inspection, I found that my logic module was partially rewritten, and there was no record of rewriting this part," Daniel looked serious. "I guess you are specializing in the handling of unusual bionics like me. Bionic person, so I think this will only be useful if I tell you, the police officers outside will only think that I am crazy."

Connor bite half a doughnut again, watching Daniel signal him to continue.

"Several comparison priorities in my logic module have been rewritten, and the original "human" has been replaced with..." Daniel said in a deep voice:

"[GROX]."

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