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Pallet swiftly shuttles through the narrow streets like the wind, sharp turns and rapid acceleration challenging the patience of death with each maneuver. The buildings on both sides of the street quickly flash by the window, forming a series of blurry images. Not far away, a swarm of unmanned drones, akin to bee, closely pursues them, carrying the bloodthirsty intent of the Safety Supervisor.
As Ren reloads his rifle and chambers another round, the ejected bullets rush towards the swarm of drones like a raging wind. Each shot embodies Ren's determination and composure, but facing such a multitude of enemies, bullets alone seem insufficient. He knows he must find a more fundamental solution.
His artificial eye began to function like a scanner, rapidly analyzing each unmanned aerial vehicle, searching for their vulnerabilities. Ren's gaze instantly locked onto the ammunition bay of one of the drones, its flashing red indicator light seemingly indicating a minor malfunction after a recent impact.
Seizing the opportunity, Ren quickly transmitted a short-circuit virus code, intending to detonate its ammunition bay. But the multiple operations pushed his nervous system to its limit, making each breath short and urgent, as if his chest was being pressed by a large stone. The rifle he tightly held caused his palms to be covered in sweat, even feeling a slight tingling sensation.
His head began to buzz, as if thousands of bees were tumbling in his brain. His vision gradually blurred, and his consciousness seemed to become elusive. But in this moment of extreme concentration, a drop of uncontrollable nosebleed slid down, mixing with his rough chin and sweat.
Ren struggled almost to the limit, his brain seemed to be roasted, every nerve screaming, craving to stop this madness. The world in front of him became blurry, every flash seemed to pull him away from the real world, but his unyielding will was like a huge iron chain, firmly binding him to this battlefield.
He could feel the heat of the rifle, which was the high temperature generated by the rapid firing of bullets in a short period of time. He could even smell the burning metal. The weapon in his hand seemed to be overheating from continuous shooting, but Ren didn't care at all. He just hoped to repel the approaching swarm of drones as much as possible.
However, the interface displayed by the artificial eye was gradually being disrupted, like an old TV experiencing signal interruption, with speckled noise covering most of the screen. But in the midst of this chaos, Ren caught that brief prompt: "Virus upload complete."
Target drone Suddenly unable to maintain stable flight, it began to sway violently in the air, like a wounded bird losing its balance. Beneath its erratic shadow, nearby drones began to show signs of unease, like a flock of startled birds.
Shortly after, the drone was engulfed in a massive fireball, like a twinkling star in the night sky. This explosion, like igniting explosives, triggered a chain reaction. A series of fire, smoke, and debris burst into the air like fireworks, illuminating the entire dark sky. In that moment, even amidst the tense escape, there seemed to be a strange poetic existence.
As the chain of explosions ended, the car's stereo blared with the Safety Supervisor's furious roar, sounding like a mad dog. His voice was so intense that it almost made the entire car stereo vibrate, leaking deep anger and an unbearable sense of failure from the shattered sound quality.
"You despicable bugs! You will pay for this!" he roared, his urgent breaths mixed in with his voice, making it seem like he was on the verge of losing control.
Ren leaned back in the wheelchair, his face dotted with blood from his nose, blown by the wind. But his eyes revealed determination and calculation. He knew that the central control unit, which had retreated in the chain explosion, was now like a lonely general without forces to protect it, with no obstacles to stop him from launching an attack.
Lysias gripped the steering wheel tightly, unable to help turning to look at Ren and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? We escaped in such a hurry, and I don't have any medical supplies in my car."
Ren smiled faintly, wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, and said, "It's nothing, just a minor injury. Besides, this game is almost over."
His gaze turned forward again, the strong determination in his eyes seemed capable of piercing through any obstacle. Ren tightly gripped the rifle and said in a low voice, "Now, I'm going to make that so-called Safety Supervisor shut his arrogant mouth forever."
Safety Supervisor The arrogant and abusive voices continued to echo inside the car, as if the sound beneath was a disaster, meant to instill fear in people's hearts. But for Ren, this was just the end of a game.
Ren slowly extended the car window, locking his gaze on the central control unit that was closely guarded by a few unmanned drones in the distance. His Artificial eye began to emit a faint blue light, and the data lines spun rapidly in his eyes like a spider web, with each beam representing the injection of the virus and the transmission of data.
Not long after, a virus data line successfully infiltrated the system of the central control unit, and a smug look flashed in Ren's eyes.
He spoke to the Safety Supervisor through the car stereo, his voice calm yet full of dominance: "Now, I'll give you ten seconds. You have two choices: either leave immediately with your toy, or I'll make your toy explode, and then you'll disappear along with it. Time starts now."
The atmosphere inside the car became tense, and Lysias couldn't help but grip the steering wheel tightly, his gaze shifting to the central control unit, waiting for the response of the Safety Supervisor. Between the two of them, there was only the sound of the Safety Supervisor's breathing and the faint hum of electronic equipment.
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