To ensure the city's prosperity, the leaders of Monsato decided not to allow police officers to use rocket launchers freely. After careful consideration, they ultimately decided to request support from the Dasha Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. Even though there was only one killer robot, its performance and operational duration indicated that it was a finished product. This meant it had been developed and refined multiple times and had corresponding manufacturing blueprints. Thus, destroying the killer robot was just the first step. The Moda authorities also hoped that the department could find and eliminate the people responsible for its development and destroy the blueprints. After examining Wilbur's credentials from the department, Officer Dennis extended his hand and said, "Hello, Mister Penn. I am Dennis, deputy chief of the Monsato Police Department. It's an honor to have you here." "Thank you," Wilbur replied calmly. "Dasha is aware of the situation. I w
"Johnson, I want to propose a deal to you. Or rather, Maria wants to make a deal with you." At that moment, Maria's moans came through the phone, causing Johnson's face to darken instantly. He cursed, "Maria, you whore! Sooner or later, I'll kill you both, you filthy dogs!" "Hehehe…" Marshall chuckled slightly over the phone and said, "Johnson, there's no need to get agitated. Maria was never truly yours. Besides, right now, your priority should be the activation metal. If you want to survive, you should be begging me, not hurling insults." "Activation metal? Are you talking about the activation metal for the Satan Robot?" "That's right. The Satan Robot actually has two activation metals, but Doctor Dickens secretly took one out. You know very well that with only one, the Satan Robot's power lasts just half a day. Unless you insert the second activation metal, the Satan Robot will cease to function, and the police surrounding you will shoot you dead. Johnson, your game should e
Marshall watched intently from the balcony across the street, observing the situation. When he saw Johnson move toward the corner, a smirk played on his lips. He assumed Johnson had seen him and was feeling embarrassed, hence the retreat into hiding. At this moment, Marshall felt a surge of pride. Maria, who had once been his dream woman, was finally his. Originally, she had been Huck's woman, but now she was his. With the prospect of two hundred million just within reach, Marshall believed this was a golden opportunity bestowed by fate. Once the deal was sealed and the two hundred million transferred, Marshall planned to take Maria and leave Moda immediately, heading to the Allied States. He even imagined scenes of Maria changing diapers for their children in their new life there. As a victor, Marshall did not want to waste any more time on Johnson. The day's rampage had sealed Johnson's fate. He had killed far too many people, and the authorities of Moda would not let him off.
Johnson picked up the activation metal from the ground and walked back to the Satan Robot. Opening the energy port on the right side, he inserted the metal into place. Once back in the cockpit, he saw two energy bars on the display: one was at only ten percent capacity, while the newly appeared bar was at a full one hundred percent. A smirk curled on Johnson's lips as he murmured, "Perfect. Now, Maria, here I come." Just as he was about to pilot the Satan Robot away, Wilbur appeared in the corridor, saying, "Johnson, I finally found you." "Wilbur? You're still alive? What the hell is Fawkes doing? He must be losing his edge." "Johnson, stop what you're doing right now, or I won't hold back." Wilbur began chanting a spell, and the Azure Dragon Spear materialized in his right hand. Meanwhile, Johnson, piloting the Satan Robot, backed away. Seizing a moment when Wilbur was momentarily distracted, Johnson suddenly turned and charged toward the balcony. "You think you can esc
"I accepted you, but you betrayed me,” Johnson's voice was cold, filled with betrayal. Maria, eyes red and brimming with tears, put on a sorrowful expression and pleaded, “No, it’s not what you think, Johnson. Please, listen to me. At the time, I didn’t want any of this. It was Marshall who forced me. That’s why I had no choice but to be with him.” Johnson raised an eyebrow, skepticism creeping into his voice, “So you’re saying you were forced by Marshall into being with him?” “Yes,” Maria nodded, her tears streaming down her cheeks, looking pitifully at Johnson. Seeing her state, Johnson lowered the machine gun in his hand, softening slightly. “It seems I may have wronged you.” Maria sniffled and continued, “Johnson, you must know, I’ve long been deeply in love with you.” She glanced back at him and said, “Go on, leave. I’ll hold off this cultivator, Wilbur.” “Alright, I’m counting on you,” Johnson replied in a tone mixed with relief and determination. Maria pulled out
"He's on the balcony." Wilbur could sense Johnson's whereabouts and was worried that he might damage the building. Now that Johnson was on the balcony, there was much less to worry about. Following that, Wilbur went to the balcony as fast as he could. He looked up and saw Johnson standing on the edge of the balcony overlooking the concrete jungle below. A breeze whipped through the air, and Wilbur asked, "Why aren't you running anymore?" Johnson turned to look at Wilbur. "Because I'd really like to find out if an old-school robot can defeat a real cultivator." A laser blade appeared in Johnson's right robot hand as he charged at Wilbur, swinging the laser blade at him. Just as the laser blade was about to hit Wilbur, he backed away quickly. He leaped onto the Satan Robot's head before stabbing his Azure Dragon Spear into the robot. The spear pierced through the Satan Robot's chest as sparks flew, but what Wilbur expected did not happen. The Satan Robot did not stop. Inste
The strange property of the metal could guarantee the wires in the Satan Robot to function regularly regardless of what happened. Even if its motherboard were to break, the special metal would be able to repair it at top speed and make sure the Satan Robot could continue to function normally. Since internal problems were not a thing for a robot like that, all it needed was just a solid enough exterior shell to protect its controls and the person piloting it from everything else. Despite the fact that many powerful robots had been invented in the past before, they were often easily destroyed and disabled. The slightest bit of damage would render the robot unusable, and it would be thrown out after that. The Satan Robot, however, would change this for good. It was a shame that it made its appearance as an evil robot used for murder, as those robots could not be allowed to exist in the world. Wilbur recalled Beverly's words then. Indeed, killing machines like this were too power
Johnson's eyes widened as he collapsed onto the ground. Wilbur scoffed, unsurprised by Johnson's fate. After all, Wilbur had seen too many ruthless characters who still tried to get the last laugh even after their defeat. The Department of Paranormal Research and Defense had ordered Johnson to be executed on the spot, and so Wilbur had never really planned on sparing his life. Having him die this way was honestly the best way things could go. Wilbur looked up at the Satan Robot before walking up to it to open its source plug on the left and taking out the other activation metal. These two activation metals contained special energy, and Wilbur put them into his demiplane. He called Dennis after that and arranged for the scene to be cleaned up. Dennis arrived at the rooftop balcony of the Harry Hotel with his men not long after. He stared at Johnson dead on the floor in disbelief, shaking his head. "I can't believe a tiny guy standing at barely one hundred thirty centimeters wa