No one had come to "tattoo" Plath II, and Robocop couldn't wait here forever, so he took some samples back, saying they were going to be tested, and ordered that Number Two not leave the inn for 24 hours.

"This plague god is finally gone." Plath 2 ignored the ban and began to unfold his robotic arm after RoboCop left, precisely following the best calculated scheme to smear Zebra radar reflections.

It took half an hour, the work was finished, and after half an hour, I baked myself in a dryer and prepared to leave this hellish place.

As soon as he came to the hall, the innkeeper said bluntly: "You can't go out, the military master said." ”

Plath: "What if I have to go out?" ”

Boss: "Then I'll call the police immediately!" You're still familiar with each other, robots, you know, robots like you, and now you're going to get into the game if you're not careful. ”

Plath: "Then call the police." ”

As soon as he took a step, the boss came out from behind the table, grabbed him, and shouted, "You give me honesty!" Do you want to return to the factory? ”

A waitress came out and screamed, "Let go of our boss!" ”

Plath felt speechless: "Nima, it's obviously your boss who dragged me, okay?" It's simply a deer for a horse. ”

The gambler who was not angry with the "mechanical dog" just now saw that he had a good show at this time, and he also came to join in the fun: "Yo yo yo, the mechanical dog wants to rebel, take it!" ”

He stopped Plath with a golden sword, and the three fellows surrounded Plath.

"Hahaha!" The other gamblers watched the excitement from the sidelines, and they didn't have the heart to make fun of Plath who was surrounded, and it was also great to feel that the robot with no human rights was idle these days.

Plath couldn't bear it anymore, and the super blade of nanomaterials, the "Wind Blade", came out of the outside of his arm with a "plop" sound, which was a transparent blade that could not even be seen.

Immediately after "poof, poof", in less than half a second, the two men and one woman surrounding Plath were all in different places, and the few gamblers who watched the excitement did not see his movements at all.

Hey? Their heads are off! This was the first reaction of several officials.

"Murdered!" It took three seconds for the first responder to wake up.

The Wind Blade was dripping blood, which was the only way to see its terrifying true body, and then Plath shook the Wind Blade hard, and a puddle of blood spilled on the wall, making a sticky crashing sound.

Plath said lightly: "Boring human ......"

"Don't go mechanical dog murderer!" An angry spectator roared.

Plass was as agile as a leopard, and at once he sprang out, leaped up to the courtyard wall, spread his huge wings at the top of the wall, and soared into the air, letting out a golden eagle-like scream, and soon disappeared into the edge of the city of Peacock Town.

Everywhere he went, there was a high rate of return, as the townspeople of Peacock hadn't seen a trapeze in a long time. It's illegal to fly in cities, not to mention that even civilian drones are now banned.

In less than ten minutes, he was already far away from Peacock Town, but the show had just begun, because he already felt a pair of radar eyes staring at him, he was not from the air, but from his side.

"Emperor's Order: Immediately land, or be killed!" A clear array of electromagnetic signals drilled into Plath's mind.

He immediately judged the direction of the radar and avoided it by flying at an ultra-low altitude.

Less than 10 seconds after the radar disappeared, a small infrared-imaging surface-to-air missile had locked on to him again.

Just as the missile was about to hit Plath, he suddenly retracted his wings and turned into a "******" shape suitable for high-speed flight, and the spare high-energy fuel under his feet began to spray, causing Plath to change direction sharply in the air and break away from the missile's lock.

"Flutter", a puff of particles shoots out from his other arm beyond the Wind Blade, showing that he is heavily armed in both arms, a terrifying fighting machine.

The particle beam focused on the missiles that were chasing Plath, causing an explosion.

Plath's wings returned from ****** to stealth flight against radar.

The battle between the lights and flints seemed to the people on the night watch's side as if the missiles had shot down the birdmen who had illegally entered the no-fly zone, and the night watchmen were running around looking for the scattered parts of their targets, but naturally they couldn't find anything.

The aerial spy satellites did not find any suspicious signals, and the night watchman completely lost his target.

After escaping the first day of junior high school, I am afraid that I can't hide from the fifteenth, getting closer and closer to the golden town, there are more and more military facilities, and Plath decides to use espionage.

Judging from the footprints of the Sheep's Intestine Trail, this should be a place where the patrolmen frequented, and ambushed there to capture a patrolman with legal status. His appearance is no different from that of the Night's Watch, except that he does not have the electromagnetic digital signature of a Night's Watch soldier.

During the ambush, he continued to study the countermeasures for crossing the line of fire through satellite communications, and found a small loophole in the other party - the signal of the charging device was not strictly encrypted, but he forged the charging signal to lure patrolmen, scouts, or any robot serving the Night's Watch army to throw himself into the net, which is much better than waiting for the rabbit, after all, judging from the footprints is very unreliable.

It was not the first time that the so-called torture prisoners in Golden Town had dressed them in clothes with the word "prisoner" on them, and Plath saw a group of similar robots who were attracted to it, they were "porters" transformed from the capture of the robot volunteers, with "porters" written on the back of their bodies and "labor reform" written on the front.

These prisoners and porters were a group of 18 people, and they were escorted by two night watchmen to engage in arduous transportation tasks, and they rotated 24 hours a day, and when the wear and tear was too serious, they were directly returned to the factory for destruction.

The brutal overseer had an "electronic whip" in his hand, which could be used to send a tightening spell to the prison uniforms in order to drive the prisoners to carry them to work.

In order to prevent the captives from escaping, they were also chained around their necks and dressed in a string of 18-node sugar gourds.

Captain of the Cruel Overseer: "Huh? Why is the signal gone? What about charging stations? ”

Overseer: "What am I talking about?" There was no charging station in this location yesterday, how could it be that there was one more all of a sudden? ”

Plath looked at the two overseers from a high place, a mocking smile on his virtual lips, and he leaped lightly and glided silently, the Wind Blade slowly unsheathed.

A volunteer porter looked up, and both the overseer brother and the overseer boss immediately turned their heads to pay attention, but the boss was the boss after all, and almost the moment he saw Plath, he took advantage of the situation and rolled to the side, avoiding the knife that was originally aimed at him.

The younger brother couldn't do it, and his head was cut off directly by the wind blade that turned the head of the knife, and a good head rolled in the grass, staring at it, and he couldn't look at it.

The boss of the overseer draws his gun and shoots when he rolls over, and Plath hides in the grass and trees, looking dangerous.

Knowing that someone had come to their rescue, the Volunteers were quick to disrupt his shots by throwing the supplies in his hand over and smashing the Overseer Boss.

The inmates have followed suit, causing great trouble to the cruel overseers.

In the midst of the embattlement, Plath shot the boss in the throat, who fell trembling.

"Ulla!" The Volunteers cheered in unison.

However, their savior didn't even look at them, and was busy dissecting the two robotic corpses with the Wind Blade, trying to find the digital tokens and make sure they hadn't destroyed them at the last minute.

The buddy who took the lead in launching the "throwing weapon" couldn't help but say: "Strongman, quickly untie us!" ”

Plath looked at him and said, "No, I'm going to continue to be your overseer." ”

The Volunteers were indignant, but Plath added, "I got the digital token, and we pretended to be a supply team and went all the way through the outpost to Goldtown, and I was untying you." ”

It turns out that this is the case, and the brothers have come to their senses. What reassured them even more was that the quickest buddy among them had his rope untied and given him a gun.

Plath and the buddy will use the gouged digital tokens to impersonate the Cruel Overseer.

The supply porter squad stood there, while Plath and another impostor overseer dragged the corpse of the actual overseer who had been killed to a hidden place, covered with branches and hidden.

Along the way, Plath dresses up as an ordinary cyborg from Aardvark Town, who is familiar to him.

Relying on the disguise of these 18 prisoner porters and digital tokens, he successfully infiltrated the Golden Town, and also became a squad leader, leading the 18 prisoner volunteers.

So, he also naturally blended into a dungeon, which is a simple underground palace dug with the tool for digging tunnels invented by the Yuanzhou rat, but it is also extensible, and the requirements for underground life are not high.

"I don't know the rules", he wandered around the dungeon, came to a guarded place, was blocked in the way, the guard said: "I'm sorry, this is a top-secret administrative area, don't approach." ”

Plath didn't need to look at it, according to his radio signals, he felt that this place might be a data center for robots, and there might be some nodes related to the Volunteers' computing power network, which is important of course, but it is not irreplaceable.

So he was also excited.

These days, he didn't have the opportunity to go to Golden Town to carry out his real mission, and every day he would receive orders from his superiors to take his younger brothers to carry out all kinds of volunteer combat missions, but fortunately they had not encountered fierce battles, because they were still mainly engaged in guerrillas, and they would touch the outposts and patrols of the Emperor's * team or the night watchman army twice a day in three days.