Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 250 Just like that
Hinton Street, Minks's residence.

Minx came back to reality from his dream. The heavy bags under his eyes and the bloodshot eyes showed that he had a poor sleep quality. He reached out to touch his side, but there was only an empty and somewhat cold half of the quilt.

He was silent for a while, and could only put on the glasses beside the bed and send a command: "A cup of coffee."

A household service robot quickly brought a cup of hot coffee. Minx took the coffee and took a sip, feeling the bitter taste spreading in his mouth, and forced himself to cheer up.

"Is Sanshiki back?" He suddenly asked the empty room, as if he was talking to himself.

"No." A message that outsiders could not hear was conveyed back.

Minx frowned slightly: "Something happened?"

"We didn't receive any information from Sanshi last night. The last location showed that it did go to Carlo's house, but the signal disappeared there as well. It seems that it failed."

Minx sighed, "As expected of Carlo, he has tried his best to be restrained over the years and not want to be noticed by me, so he will naturally not neglect his own safety."

"Will he possibly take action and need to continue the assassination?"

"No, he can't threaten us. We just need to keep an eye on him and don't let him run away. Letting Sanshi carry out the assassination was just an attempt. Sending other puppets will be useless. Yishi and Ershi have important things to do." Minx said in a deep voice, walked to the desk and picked up a photo.

That was his family photo, him, his wife and his beloved daughter, a family of three.

"That puppet and the Hedwin family must pay the price," he said.

"..."

"I know, Zero, are you thinking that I deserved it?"

"Yes." The voice admitted it without any reservation.

"I didn't expect this to happen. The probability of this happening is too small. How could they just happen to be there? They are innocent."

"Sir, they are your wife and daughter. Just from this point of view, they are not innocent..."

"Shut up!" Minx suddenly shouted angrily.

"..."

Taking a deep breath, Minx controlled his outgoing emotions, slumped down in the chair, and stared blankly at the gray sky outside the window.

"Maybe it's true..."

……

"The main thing about physical movement is that you have to get used to it. You can't teach it. Of course, your body has become heavier, and the movement of your joints is very different from before. This is the disadvantage of being a mental puppet. You can actually form habits, so you need to change those habits now."

"Luo Bo" swung his hands lightly and put them in the pockets of his military coat, while explaining "Luo Bo" in his mind.

Beside it lay bloody corpses and fragments of inferior dolls.

These were some of the dark forces in the Kabbalah slums. Zheng used them to demonstrate to Luobo the process of familiarizing himself with physical activities.

"Dingding..." Since Mr. Puppet has multiple bodies, how can he move so quickly and skillfully between different bodies?
"As long as I put on my body, I can easily lead and get familiar with it, so there is no reference value. If I have to say, just think more and find the correct positioning of the body. Most of the time, it is actually very free."

Zheng Fan could not provide any valuable reference.

Although different bodies do give him different feelings, there is really no body that he cannot play with right from the start.

Except for the great Cheng Fei.

I must be the legendary ace pilot.

“Beep…”

"Then there's the weapon module on your body. You seem to be quite good at hot weapons, and those things make a lot of noise when used, so I won't talk about them for now. The main thing is the cold weapons. To sum it up, the weapon module on your body actually focuses on imagination."

“Didoo…?”

"Yes, your body can be transformed into anything you want. Most weapons have it. But you need to pay attention that it is metal after all, so you can't knead it like dough. If you want to change the main body, you can only change it all at once, just like when you turn into a dog. As for the transformation of weapons, it is still mainly local." Zheng Fan began to explain the next part.

Luobo is a good student who is humble and eager to learn.

Zheng Fan gave up some of the control over his body, and he and Luobo operated the "joystick" together, teaching him step by step.

……

At this time, on the other side of the slums, several members of the Wave Army were walking in the small alleys of the slums, swaggering. It is said that anyone who comes to the slums of Kabala has to keep his tail between his legs.

Regardless of whether this "rumor" was just self-boasting from some forces in the slums, it obviously did not scare those in white clothes.

Even people in the slums have to avoid these people in white clothes.

After all, even those puppet masters who are usually high and mighty have to be humble in front of these masters in white clothes.

These people suddenly broke into the slums, and several forces that usually hid in the slums and acted arrogantly were wiped out.

They were asked to cooperate in finding the person. If they cooperated, there would be something to talk about. If they did not cooperate, the consequences would be obvious. The underworld forces who had been enjoying the Hinton Street tragedy some time ago were now unable to express their grievances.

Someone in white clothes complained: "This place is dirtier than most of the gray neighborhoods in the city. It's unbearable."

"Haha, you have seen too little. Even the gray streets are advanced compared to the world of these backward monkeys. You will get used to this kind of dirty garbage dump after seeing more of it."

"Be a little more serious. After all, the target has killed our compatriots. Even if it was a sneak attack, they were quite skilled. We must not be careless." The leader of the team did not participate in their conversation, but still slightly corrected their casual attitude.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that since their legion had gradually secured victory in taking down Skarloval, the people sent to stay in this world had become increasingly disorganized.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The Wave Army is not an army with strict military discipline, at least their legion is not.

Commander Slovendo chose to proceed slowly in order to avoid unnecessary losses, so they could only endure this long time together.

In the absence of any means of entertainment, one can only find fun in this world by oneself.

Several Skarloval investigators who followed behind the Wave Army looked at each other in dismay, but they dared not say anything.

I just hope that I can find the murderer and the puppet as soon as possible, and stay away from these people in white clothes after I kill them.

Because the target puppet has hacking capabilities, they didn't even carry the puppet with them. They only carried some mechanical weapons on them, so they had no confidence walking in this place.

Just then, one of the members who had gone out separately came over, handed over a note and whispered something.

The man nodded, took a deep breath and walked towards the white clothes in front: "Gentlemen, we have a clue here. A gang was mysteriously wiped out. The one who did it might be the target puppet."

As he said this, he handed over the note.

But the leader in white just looked at him coldly and didn't answer.

His outstretched hand froze in place, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I told you not to get too close to us. If you have any news, just lead the way." said the leader in white clothes.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The man could only apologize bitterly, but before entering the slums, these people in white clothes said, "We will come and report in detail as soon as we have any news."

Behind these people, a well-proportioned purple-black mechanical puppet poked its head out from the shadows on the street corner, the red signal light on its face flickered slightly, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

When these people arrived at the scene, they saw the corpses that had died in miserable ways.

"The attacker was very strong, which fits the characteristics of the target." The leader in white clothes took a quick look and frowned slightly at the bloody scene.

Many people were crushed by the huge force, it was horrifying to watch.

"There are still many traces over there." The agency investigator pointed and continued to lead the way.

They followed them all the way down, and even the atmosphere in the team wearing white clothes became dull.

It was fine before when it was just destroying human bodies, but the target's subsequent actions became more and more aggressive, and it seemed that he began to try to use a variety of weapons.

Some buildings were damaged and the scene was reduced to ruins.

"What do you mean? Is this a deterrent?" someone in white clothes couldn't help but ask.

"Then it did something stupid. It just left a lot of traces for us to follow."

"According to previous intelligence, the opponent is a chariot-like assault-type puppet, with firepower advantage in open areas..." The agency investigator was about to speak.

"We don't need your advice. Firepower? Can your puppets' firepower compare to our fantasy factor? You talk too much but you know little. The so-called assault puppets are just turtle shells that serve as live targets on the battlefield. As long as they appear in the field of vision, the first ones to be covered by the firepower will definitely be..."

The leader in white clothes hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly noticed that both the agency investigators and his team members around him had expressions of fear.

What? Is what he said difficult to understand? Why do even his own teammates have this expression...

Ok?
It was a cloudy day and the light wasn't very good, but why does it seem a little darker here now?
puff-

A copper-yellow ancient lance pierced through his body from behind and burst out from his chest, making the leader in white clothes dizzy.

No one reacted.

The "live target turtle shell" that was just mentioned appeared like a ghost behind the leader and shot it through with a shot.

The tattered military coat fluttered slightly in the somewhat smelly wind in the slums, and the red signal light on his face conveyed hatred and hidden anger.

"That's right, use it just like that. Pick a weapon you like and pile on it as much as you can. Once your body is familiar with it, you'll be able to use it quickly. You learn very quickly, and you're worthy of being my valued puppet, Radish."

Zheng Fan reached out to help adjust the angle of the lance, causing the leader who was pierced to spit out blood in pain, but he ignored it and continued to give instructions.

"Dingding..." Thank you.

Luobo felt that he should have found the feeling.

(End of this chapter)