"I'm actually dead, dead!" No. 31 refused to accept the facts and shouted, staring at her with glaring eyes: "It's all you, you lackey, betray the same kind of bastard..."

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

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

If I had known this, I would not have used the digital data cable to trap him. I would have kicked him back to the body and would be wiped out together.

Look at how No. 31 looks like this, there is definitely no way to influence each other and embrace each other. In order to avoid future troubles, she is the only one who can do it.

Since digital can control his actions, then use digital to solve him. If the power is strong enough, the digital can tear him apart in just one moment, and then it will be wiped out into pieces and disappear into the vast data world.

Here, whoever is stronger can control these chaotic numbers. When the data lines formed by the numbers enter No. 31 in a series, she fixes these data lines, so No. 31 cannot move.

While brewing, he suddenly seemed to have killed his parents and cut off his descendants. No. 31 was cursing, and suddenly shrank into a ball of white smoke. It was very small, the size of a walnut.

It's Xining's turn to stare at me now.

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

Who else can it be? The guy who only showed up here once, Mo Ming.

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

Xining didn't dare to blink her eyes and just looked at her in a daze.

Mo Ming frowned slightly. He was so beautiful, and he was so beautiful: "What are you looking at!"

I still owed him a million tone, but I felt so beautiful that I felt much more beautiful when I said it.

"Where is him?" Xining then blinked: "You just ate it?"

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

Well, I'm not eating it yet.

Mo Ming was not angry: "It's not good to help you solve it? If you do it improperly and leave a fragment, you may be able to resurrect it. Now he promises that it has completely disappeared, and all data has been interrupted.

I've melted, you should thank me!"

"Hehe, thank you." Xining's mouth twitched.

She suddenly recalled something: "The god used to eat two main gods like this. Could it be that the main god is also a digital one?"

"The main god is different from the system. This complex problem should be left until you become stronger and smarter in the future." Mo Ming pointed at the index finger: "What you should care about now is that your doctor is planning to remove the grinding.

Kill the donkey.”

"What!" Xining almost jumped up.

While No. 31 was shot dead, the helicopter also flew to the designated position. He seized the time and flew to the top of No. 33's head. Then he "boomed", and a piece of noise-like audio tilted towards the bottom.

Down.

If you stand nearby, you can see that the sound can slightly distort the air, just like the water vapor on the ground ripples when it is hot. As the sound wave passes, all the glass around it 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 has a protective function, and it immediately adjusted automatically to catch his weak body. With him, he floated to the ground like falling leaves from a tree.

Floating to the ground, a group of elites who were sniping him were slowly approaching with guns.

The information transmitted back from the helmet with its own telescope device can be seen that No. 33 was lying on a pile of glass slags like broken crystals, her eyes wide open, but her body was twitching.

, just like a broken machine.

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

Finally, the captain of the action team walked in and confirmed that No. 33 was dead. He also took out a small pistol and shot it at the chip. He turned the chip together with part of the brain into a watermelon with a scoop of watermelon.

It was finally over. I saw it on the video and the command center cheered. The general responsible person's face was not very good-looking. He had to find a way to report to the higher-ups for a lot of follow-up questions, and he needed to convince them that this sacrifice and loss was

It is necessary.

Lawrence couldn't breathe a sigh of relief because he knew that the biggest contribution was not to the group of land and air elites who only fired and fired bombs according to orders.

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

This gun was used by the top to defend himself. After all, it was an experiment of hundreds of millions of knives. If any news spreads out and is heard by other countries or institutions, they will try their best to drill into it. At that time, as the person in charge,

There may be dangers.

The muzzle was aimed at No. 37's head, which was the top of the back of the head, and the chip was also placed. If a shot was passed, No. 37 would undoubtedly die. But except for letting her die, the possibility of being captured alive is very small.

Her chips can work while sleeping, so the anesthetics are definitely ineffective. Maybe in a coma, how many people can be killed.

On the 37th, she sat there motionless, her eyes closed. She should be on the Internet and could come out at any time. As for when it will come out, I don’t know. Because all the surveillance in this laboratory has been her

It is impossible to tell how long it takes for her to come out of the Internet.

If you want to kill her, you will be almost there. If you don’t shoot, you will have no chance...

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

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

Suddenly, a face number 37 appeared on the computer screen. She looked face-to-face, gentle and calm as before: "Hi, Doctor."

Almost scared Lawrence to the point of heartbeat!

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

After saying this, it disappeared. The 37th sitting there moved immediately. She slowly turned around, held the back of the office chair with her hands, looked at Lawrence with a smile: "If you beat me to death just now," she said.

, I can still live on the Internet.”

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

"This statement seems to be a bit exaggerated." Xining thought for a while and affirmed: "It's just yes. In a relative sense, it should be."

"The 31st and 33rd..." Lawrence became nervous. He didn't want these two guys to die, but his extreme thoughts still exist on the Internet.
Chapter completed!