"I'm actually dead, dead!" No. 31 yelled, refusing to accept the fact, glaring at her angrily: "It's all you, you lackey, the bastard who betrayed his kind..."

Looking at the angry No. 31, Xining only felt angry and funny.

It turns out that consciousness is here. Even if the physical body is destroyed, consciousness can still be retained.

If I had known this, I wouldn't have used the digital data line to trap him, I would have just kicked him back to the main body and destroyed him together.

Seeing how No. 31 is doing, there is definitely no way to influence each other, hug each other and understand each other. In order to avoid future troubles, only she can take action.

Since the digital can control his actions, then use the digital to deal with him. If the power is strong enough, the digital can tear him into pieces with just one click, and then disappear into ashes and disappear into little pieces in the vast world of data.

Here, whoever is stronger can control these chaotic numbers. When the data lines formed by the numbers entered No. 31's body one after another, she fixed these data lines, so No. 31 could not move.

While it was brewing, No. 31, who was still cursing loudly as if he had killed his parents and cut off his descendants, suddenly shrank into a ball of white smoke. It was very small, only the size of a walnut.

Now it was Xining's turn to glare.

Watching the small cloud of smoke fly towards one place, it quickly fell into the hands of a beautiful guy in white clothes, wide sleeves and long hair.

Who else could it be, the guy who only showed up once here, Mo Ming.

"Since you are going to die, don't waste it." Mo Ming stuffed the small ball into his mouth.

Xining didn't dare to blink and just stared blankly.

Mo Ming frowned slightly. After all, she is beautiful, and her frown is so beautiful: "What are you looking at!"

The same tone of "I owe him a million" is still the same, but the person is beautiful, and the words seem to have become much more pleasant.

"What about him?" Xining blinked: "He was eaten by you like this?"

"It's not eating, it's melting." Mo Ming always looked impatient: "He is in digital form now. Although he is very weak, it is better than nothing. Let's just treat it as a snack."

Uh, I haven't eaten yet.

Mo Ming said angrily: "Wouldn't it be better to help you solve it? If you don't handle it properly and leave fragments, you may be able to resurrect. Now he is guaranteed to have completely disappeared, and all data has been interrupted.

I melted, you should thank me!"

"Hehe, thank you." The corner of Xining's mouth twitched.

She suddenly recalled something: "The Lord God once ate two main gods like this before. Is it possible that the main gods are also made up of digital figures?"

"The main god is different from the system. This complicated issue should be left until you become stronger and smarter in the future." Mo Ming pointed his index finger in front of the front: "What you should be concerned about now is that your doctor plans to clear up the trouble.

Kill the donkey."

"What!" Xining almost jumped up.

At the same time that No. 31 was killed, the helicopter also flew to the designated position. After checking the time, it flew over the head of No. 33. Then with a "boom", a piece of noise-like audio began to tilt downwards.

Down.

If you stand nearby, you can see that the sound can actually slightly distort the air, just like the way water vapor on the ground evaporates on a hot day. As the sound waves pass by, all the surrounding glass bursts.

No. 33 happened to be at the center of the sound wave and was penetrated. He twitched suddenly and his whole body immediately softened.

Fortunately, the flying skateboard had a protective function and immediately adjusted automatically to catch his limp body. It carried him along, drifting towards the ground like a leaf falling from a tree.

He floated to the ground, surrounded by a group of elites who were sniping at him, slowly approaching with guns in hand.

From the information transmitted back from the helmet with its own telescope device, it can be seen that No. 33 is lying on a pile of glass slag like broken crystal, his eyes wide open with nothing in sight, and his body is twitching.

, just like a broken machine.

After receiving the order, the snipers and ground combatants shot at No. 33 at the same time. More than a dozen shots were fired, leaving his body no more beautiful than the corpse of No. 31.

Finally, the leader of the action team walked in and confirmed that No. 33 was dead. He also took out a small pistol and shot the chip. He opened the chip and part of the brain into an open watermelon.

It's finally over. As you can see in the video, the command headquarters cheered. The face of the general manager was not very good. There were a lot of follow-up questions. He had to find a way and report them to the superiors. He needed to convince them of this sacrifice and loss.

is necessary.

Lawrence could not breathe a sigh of relief, because he knew that the greatest contribution to the success was not the group of land and air elites who could only shoot and launch bombs according to orders.

He looked at No. 37, who was sitting motionless in front of the computer, gritted his teeth, and pulled out a small pistol from his waist.

This gun was given to him for self-defense by the higher-ups. After all, it was an experiment involving hundreds of millions of dollars. If the news spreads and is heard by other countries or institutions, they will try their best to get inside. As the person in charge, he will

There may be danger.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at No. 37's head, which was at the top of the back of the head, where the chip was placed. If one shot passed, No. 37 would definitely die. But other than letting her die, the possibility of capturing her alive was slim.

Her chip can operate while sleeping, so the anesthetic must be ineffective. Maybe she can kill a few people while she is in a coma.

No. 37 sat there motionless with her eyes closed. She should still be on the Internet and could come out at any time. As for when she would come out, she didn’t know. Because all the surveillance in this laboratory had been monitored by her.

Controlling, it is impossible to judge how long it will take for her to come out of the Internet.

We need to kill her quickly. If we don't shoot, we will have no chance...

Lawrence, who was always decisive in doing things, hesitated at this time. After careful consideration, he put away his gun.

After putting the gun away, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

Suddenly No. 37's face appeared on the computer screen. She was face to face as usual, gentle and calm: "Hi, Doctor."

It almost scared Lawrence so much that his heart jumped out of his chest!

Of course Xining saw everything and she smiled: "Your decision is wise..."

After saying this, he disappeared. No. 37, who was sitting there, immediately moved. She slowly turned around, holding the back of the office chair with her hands, and looked at Lawrence sideways with a smile: "If you had beaten me to death just now,

, I can still live in the Internet."

Lawrence took a breath: "You mean, it's equivalent to the immortality of the soul?"

"This statement seems to be a bit exaggerated." Xining thought for a while and confirmed: "But yes. In a relative sense, it should be."

"Then No. 31 and No. 33..." Lawrence became nervous. Although these two guys were physically dead, their extreme thoughts still existed on the Internet.
Chapter completed!