The blazing orange light illuminated the sky, the giant's face, and the dark alley.
The heat wave swept out, and He Ao's body was knocked away by the giant's pierced corpse and fell from the sky.
At this moment, his vision was filled with red signs, and some damaged and hot parts were even burning his skin.
He Ao shut down some of the damaged systems, then mobilized the remaining energy of the mecha, and used the power of the engine to barely adjust his body shape in the air, allowing himself to land smoothly.
boom--
The giant's body fell to the ground, making a roaring sound.
Burning heat rose up along his pierced body.
He Ao took a look at the remaining battery capacity and saw that there was only one battery left, which was 11% of the base.
This is the total power of the two batteries.
The blow just now almost drained two batteries.
The mecha's current condition is not good.
He Ao felt that there was even a slight air leakage in some places.
The so-called overclocking is actually running the entire device at a power that exceeds safe limits.
It’s not that the equipment cannot operate at this power, but once it is operated like this, it will exceed the safe use limit of certain parts, which may cause damage to these parts, thereby causing damage to the equipment, and even leading to safety accidents.
Some parts of the Adam 1 mecha that He Ao is currently wearing are completely damaged, causing some functions to become unusable.
A little sparkling arc of electricity leaked from He Ao's body, and he slowly walked to the dead giant.
This is not the masked man who appeared on the talk show.
Although this masked man has a similar body shape to the masked man in the video, 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 masked man has no obvious scars on his mouth.
This should just be a stand-in.
And that crazy masked man who appeared on the talk show may be the target of He Ao's mission, Chaos.
He Ao glanced around to make sure there was no ambush, then turned his attention to the burnt wounds on the giant's corpse.
The wound was caused not by the same laser cannon as Selena, but by the micro plasma cannon developed by Wei An.
This plasma cannon technology is not mature yet.
The energy to be driven is too large, even exceeding the limit that the mecha can withstand, and it must be overclocked to release it.
Of course, the power is also very impressive.
The plasma itself is colorless, and the orange-yellow glow after release is the flame reaction of the muzzle alloy.
In fact, this battle was, in a sense, a stressful actual combat test of the Adam 1 mecha. Many problems were exposed in it. Maybe they can be improved after going back at night.
After He Ao stood next to the giant's body for a while, a black car stopped at the intersection, and the silver-haired old butler slowly stepped out of the car.
"Master Wei An."
The old housekeeper walked to He Ao's side.
"Well," He Ao nodded slightly and pointed to the van installed in the wall behind him, "Take inventory of the things in there and then make a catalog for me."
“Do I need to return these to Nord Bank?”
The old housekeeper asked in a low voice.
"Contact their respective owners."
He Ao shook his head.
Most of the items that were stolen were valuables stored by Norde Bank for customers and did not actually belong to Norde Bank.
He Ao then added, "Remember to introduce these customers to Nolanka Bank's valuables custody business, as well as deposit and financial services."
Those who need the safekeeping of valuables are generally big customers.
"OK."
The old housekeeper nodded slightly.
"correct,"
He Ao stopped the old housekeeper who was about to call someone, "Check the information of the person who planned this talk show today."
——
"No one is on that street? Okay, I understand, then what is playing now should be a video."
Director Jie Lang is a man with a broad build and a dignified face.
Wearing a somewhat inappropriate police uniform, he stood at the forefront of the crowd.
He turned off the walkie-talkie in his hand, put it in his jacket bag, and signaled the police officer behind him to bring in a light hydraulic hammer.
The hydraulic hammer was quickly activated and aimed at the wall. The management staff of the office building were also watching. This wall was not a load-bearing wall and could be knocked down.
Director Jie Lang did not use a melting gun to cut open the locked and welded iron door, as this would take too much time.
There are still three minutes left before the twenty-minute countdown ends.
The hydraulic hammer hit the wall hard, denting the wall with one hammer.
Then there was another hammer, and the wall collapsed, leaving a hollow.
The police officer quickly disengaged the hydraulic hammer.
When they found that the wall had collapsed, the staff and hosts who were trapped inside swarmed out and fled as if they were desperate.
Jie Lang, on the other hand, 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 while, then smashed the wall with one punch, revealing a hollow mezzanine inside.
and one,
The countdown alarm clock is playing loudly.
Jie Lang was confused, reached out, grabbed the alarm clock, and opened the back cover.
The structure inside is indeed the most ordinary clock 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 all anxiously calling their families to report that they were safe. Only the well-dressed host stood in the crowd, so lost that he didn't know what he was thinking.
Jie Lang didn't care about these people. He just ordered the police to take care of their emotions, led everyone away from the studio, and then lowered his head and looked at the clock in his hand.
He vaguely felt something was wrong. Judging from the video, the other party should be the kind of unscrupulous thug. How could he just do a prank?
At this moment, his bracelet vibrated.
This is the twenty-minute countdown he set.
boom--
Accompanying the vibration of his bracelet was the roar of a violent explosion, and the entire floor seemed to be shaking.
Several staff members who had escaped were frightened by the explosion and screamed. Jie Lang almost lost his balance and fell. He grabbed a staff member next to him and asked,
"What room is upstairs?"
"The warehouse, studio, these people should all be evacuated..." The staff member suddenly paused mid-sentence, "The boss is still in the office upstairs."
"Is there anyone?"
Jie Lang let go of the staff, rushed into the fire escape, and climbed up the stairs.
Several police officers also followed suit.
There are fewer people maintaining order on this floor.
The calls on the phone gradually became quieter. The staff of the 'Escape from Death' had basically reported to their families that they were safe, and there were whispers from the crowd.
The distraught host Jeter leaned on the edge of the crowd, his mind going blank.
It was not that there was no internet in the studio. During the ten minutes he was locked in the studio, he also logged into the TV station's website and saw the TV station's 'live' program about himself.
His ugliness and embarrassment were seen and made fun of by millions of people watching the live broadcast.
"I'm done, I'm done,"
He staggered and leaned against the edge of the ventilation window, muttering to himself.
The sound of crowds could be heard all around.
He couldn't hear what they were saying.
It seemed like everyone was making fun of him and 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 suddenly and looked at the thin man nearest to him.
This man usually loves to flatter and flatter him.
And at this moment,
This man is laughing!
He is laughing!
Jet suddenly grabbed the man's shoulders, his eyes widened, and bright red bloodshot eyes filled his eyes.
"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? Do you deserve to laugh at me? Do you dirty, lowly poor people deserve to laugh at me?"
"I'm talking to my kid on the phone!? Are you crazy?"
The man broke free from his grip and roared angrily.
"You are worthy too? Are you worthy too?"
Jet let go of his hand and staggered back until he leaned against the open ventilation window.
He was disheveled and his hair was a little messy, "You think I will give you a chance to laugh at me!?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
He lay down next to the ventilation window, then jumped up,
This is the 27th floor.
——Four minutes ago——
"Open the door! Open the door!"
The man in formal clothes slammed on the office door. He tried to twist the door handle and pull the door, but it didn't move at all.
To his left is a TV that is turned on, and on the TV is a blood-red countdown.
Tick tock—tick tock—
A crisp sound echoed 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 endless busy signals.
He picked up the bracelet again, and it showed 'no signal'.
All means of contact with the outside world here have been cut off.
He only knocked on the door to try to attract the attention of nearby people, but there was no response to his knocking.
People on several nearby floors were evacuated within twenty minutes.
As for why he didn't evacuate.
Once an explosion occurs, the studio equipment will inevitably be destroyed. At that time, he can carry the camera and record the scene immediately.
That will be an unknown amount of traffic.
Moreover, his office has been specially reinforced and is very safe.
The miniature high-definition video recorder placed on the table flashed red light, illuminating his appearance into the lens.
He was just about to take out the camera and go out to test the status when he found that the door to his office had been locked.
And a bloody countdown appeared on his TV.
"Assholes, bastards, useless bastards! Someone save me!"
The crisp countdown was like a death spell, breaking down his psychological defense step by step.
The doors and windows were locked. He tried to break the glass, but the reinforced tempered glass did not move at all.
On the other side is a panoramic glass curtain wall, which, if broken, will reach the 28th floor.
He staggered and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"Who can help me."
The countdown on TV reaches the last ten seconds.
Bang - click -
A silver-black light fell from the sky and shattered the glass curtain wall.
The broken glass reflected the streamlined figure of the mecha, and reflected on the cheek of the man who was kneeling on the ground and crying.
It's like the arrival of the savior.
Ho fell to the ground, and the scanner quickly found the bomb hidden in the wall.
Then he punched the wall and took out the bomb, then broke the window and threw the bomb to the end of the corridor.
The whole process went smoothly without any hesitation.
The roaring explosion resounded throughout the entire floor.
At this moment, the mecha's energy was also exhausted.
He Ao can still rely on physical strength to drive the mecha. The mecha can maintain a certain degree of defense, but action will consume a lot of energy, just like a soldier wearing heavy armor on the battlefield.
In the end, He Ao took back the mecha and turned it into a silver-gray suitcase again.
"Who are you?"
The man looked at He Ao confused.
Wei An is not a particularly well-known playboy. He rarely appears in newspapers and rarely participates in activities. As a result, as the controlling shareholder of Nolanka Group, he is actually not well-known in Kaya City.
"A nice guy passing by."
He Ao glanced at him and picked up the camera on the table. He found that the camera was still recording normally.
He saved the video, entered the camera's editing interface, 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 placed his bracelet against the data transmission port of the camera, and then transferred the video to his bracelet.
"If this video is posted on your channel, it should attract a lot of traffic?"
He placed the camera on the table and pressed the record button.
"What did you say that I didn't understand?"
The man stretched his hands behind his back and shook his head in confusion.
He Ao turned around and started operating the computer on the desktop.
"Isn't it just to attract traffic when you record the live broadcast of those poor people who were threatened by bombs? It stands to reason that putting your video up should also attract a lot of traffic. What is your computer password?"
"3576, it still doesn't work. If you put it up, I won't be able to see anyone anymore."
The man looked around, but there was no one around, and then looked at the broken glass window.
If something falls on the 28th floor, it will be bloody and bloody.
He slowly took out a dark pistol.
As long as you act as if you were being robbed at gunpoint and cooperate with your lawyer, you will most likely be able to get away with it.
If this video is released, his career and reputation will be ruined.
What he created was the character of a humble gentleman.
His eyes glanced at the silver-gray suitcase on the ground.
He was actually quite grateful to the person who came to save him, but it was a pity that this guy was a bit out of his mind.
Although he didn't know much about the mechanical industry, he could tell at a glance that a mecha that could be portable and stored was worth a lot of money.
He has never seen such a lightweight mecha. Not only is the mecha valuable, but the technical structure of the mecha is also valuable.
Arms dealers like Ives Space Systems Group have been acquiring such advanced equipment at high prices and conducting reverse dismantling.
This is a no-profit deal.
He Ao was concentrating on operating the computer and didn't seem to notice what he was doing.
boom--
Jie Lang was struggling to cross the explosion debris when he heard a gunshot from ahead.
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