Wilbur took out his phone and said, "Give me your bank account number." Kiro recited a string of numbers, and after confirming it, Wilbur transferred ten million directly to Kiro. "Alright, it's done. The money is in your account." Kiro stared at the notification from the bank, completely stunned. He couldn't help but rush forward and give Wilbur a big hug. "Okay, okay, that's enough." Kiro let go of Wilbur and immediately ran off. Watching Kiro's retreating figure, Wilbur called out, "Hey! Where are you going?" "I'm heading back tomorrow. I need to buy some gifts for my daughter right now and I need to pack my luggage later. Thanks again for everything." With that, Kiro dashed off, running at full speed. At this moment, the other three, Tyga, Sparrow, and Woody, who had been standing in a daze, snapped out of it and gathered around. Tyga exclaimed, "Mister Penn, we have dreams too!" "Yes, Mister Penn! We also have our own dreams!" Wilbur saw the hopeful looks in thei

"A killer robot?" Upon hearing the news, Wilbur immediately connected the dots. If he was not mistaken, the person in question had to be Johnson. After his abrupt departure the night before, Wilbur had assumed Johnson would come after him for revenge. But to his shock, Johnson had chosen to massacre innocent civilians instead. "Yes, that's correct. It's a killer robot. Moreover, this time it seems to be a fully functional model. If this issue is not resolved quickly, and these robots get mass-produced, it could result in a massive catastrophe." "So, you want me to stop Johnson?" Wilbur asked. "That's right. However, stopping Johnson is only the first step. The department's top priority is currently to decode the data as fast as possible. We expect to obtain detailed information on the robot's design soon. When we do, we'll need your assistance to destroy the schematics and ensure that those involved in manufacturing these robots are eliminated on the spot." "Eliminate them on

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

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.

"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