You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 218 Type Cyborg vs. Fake Executioner

Qiu Fenglu, ten minutes ago.

In fact, there is one thing: the Super Power Bureau misunderstood the rich businessman.

It wasn't the Mechanicus that came to them, but they that came to the Mechanicus.

Just imagine, a wealthy man who is extremely wealthy but is getting old; who enjoys delicacies but has a declining sense of taste; who is surrounded by pearls and jade and beautiful women but has a silver-plated gun. How can he be willing to decay like this?

They only need to transform their bodies into mechanical structures and put on a set of bionic skin, and they will look no different from ordinary people.

The richer you are, the stronger your desire to live.

When Mang and Wangyan from the Super Power Bureau could only sit in the hall or on the terrace, Long Huiwu was already accompanied by a Type 3 cyborg.

Sitting opposite him was the Type 4 cyborg, Guangqi, who had completed the transformation in the same batch as Mr. Gao.

Compared to Mr. Gao's casual and unconcerned personality, Guangqi looks more like a successful person, dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

Before participating in the transformation, he was a white-collar elite and a senior channel manager highly valued by his boss; after completing the transformation, he became an important partner in the long-term development of the church.

Translation: Before the reform, he was a laborer and salesperson; after the reform, he still owed the church 132 years of labor.

The more people lack something, the more they will go to this place.

Therefore, he received the task from the cardinal to serve the wealthy businessmen.

"So, Mr. Long, our approach is to re-empower your body, focusing on key needs and achieving breakthroughs. At the same time, we'll foster interaction between your brain and your think tank, giving you abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. Afterwards, we'll continually review and optimize, aligning our granularity to further upgrade your body."

After Guangqi said the above words very solemnly and seriously, Long Huiwu fell into deep thought.

The Type 3 cyborg bodyguard also remained silent.

"Is there anything else you don't understand?" Guangqi asked again.

Long Huiwu glanced at him and said, "I don't understand."

Guangqi's face froze. The Type 3 cyborg cleared his throat and said in a thick dialect:

"It's all about making you awesome. Point-to-point means you can do whatever you want. Continuous optimization means you can do it all the time."

After saying this, he did not forget to look at Guangqi: "Is this what you mean?"

Guangqi nodded slightly embarrassedly.

The Chinese translation is true. Guangqi not only behaves like a degenerate, but also doesn't speak human language.

But just when Long Huiwu was about to reply, Guangqi was stunned.

He had already completed the connection to the entire Qiufenglu monitoring system. All monitoring images and sounds could be sorted out by the think tank and transmitted to his mind in real time.

At this moment, he heard Long Huiwu's son calling a sloppy and thin middle-aged man "Dad".

"Dad, I can stay in front of you for three to five days, but you'll get tired of me if I stay in your presence for too long."

this--

Could it be——

Guangqi sighed secretly in his heart, and when he looked at Long Huiwu again, there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

Although some people seem to be doing well on the surface, they have been raising other people's sons secretly for more than 30 years without knowing it, and now others have come to them to find them.

Then look at Long Huiwu, his face flushed with rosy glow, his demeanor full of power, and his cheerful and cheerful appearance.

It seems that the success in life has already been marked with a price in destiny.

Just as Guangqi was thinking about how to remind Long Huiwu without hurting his pride, the Type 3 cyborg stood up hurriedly.

"There's an invasion!"

The Type 3 cyborg raised his voice.

Guangqi went from bewilderment to shock: "Ah? Ah!"

He was not a fool. What the Type 3 mutant could understand through surveillance, his mind turned and he suddenly realized it.

He flipped over from the second floor of the restaurant to the terrace below, blocking the door of He Zhao's box.

Just as he was about to make a move, He Zhao in the box naturally saw Guangqi.

He Zhao came prepared.

When he was looking for Long Huiwu and his son, he thought about the possibility of a battle.

After awakening his abilities, he was sent to prison, and for more than ten years, he had almost no combat experience.

So, before he came, he looked up some information on the Internet:
Question: "Who is the strongest person still alive in Xingcheng?"

Answer: "Of course it's the executioner. Could it be me?"

He then typed: Who is the executioner?
A line of text pops up immediately below:

Hello, I'm the Executioner. I accidentally lost the alloy mask I used to transform. Now, if you pay me 5000 yuan, I can reforge the mask and make you the Deputy Executioner.

Can the executioner still be a deputy?

He Zhao scratched his head.

If he hadn't only had the 1,000 yuan Huoba gave him to buy clothes and a taxi, he would have given it a try. After learning about the executioner's information online, he came to where Long Huiwu and his son were.

Sure enough, his plan to deceive and attack Long Huiwu's son was seen through.

When Guangqi attacked, he used all his life's strength, gathered his strength, and activated his ability.

Then, the sky opened up, and the executioner, covered in brilliant light and riding on the strong wind from high in the sky, appeared in everyone's sight.

Guangqi was shocked for a moment.

The moment he rushed into the room, his body paused and stopped abruptly.

Executioner, he had never heard of that term before.

However, he had watched the entire battle between the executioner and Mr. Gao on video - from Mr. Gao's first-person perspective.

The images are automatically recorded by the think tank.

Used to analyze the executioner's fighting style and subsequent response plans.

The combat advice given by the think tank is: minimize direct conflicts, increase survival skills, and improve escape methods.

Before the final model comes out, try to avoid its edge.

When Guangqi first saw the executioner in the sky, he stood there in shock, his mind converging into one question:
Want to run?
At this moment, many people are looking here.

Including Long Huiwu, his face had become abnormal. He looked at the sky tremblingly, then looked at Guangqi.

I hope Guangqi can help him solve this problem.

"What can I do for you?"

Guangqi asked bravely. Although he was a high-level cyborg, his official identity was still Long Huiwu's bodyguard and an A-level ability user.

The executioner in the sky looked down at the people below, the black alloy mask on his face preventing anyone from seeing his expression.

The more silent he was, the more uneasy the people below became.

A line of sweat slid down Guangqi's temples.

Although it was the bionic skin worn by the cyborg, this drop of sweat at this moment could well explain his mood.

On the red maple mountain, there is the autumn maple terrace.

The originally lively scene suddenly became quiet due to the sudden appearance of the executioner.

Everyone tilted their heads back, everyone was nervous, waiting for the executioner to say the first words.

Some wealthy businessmen were holding teacups in their hands, and only realized it when their hands were shaking and hot tea splashed on them.

Even so, he pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from shouting.

What does the executioner do?

no one knows.

The man behind the executioner, He Zhao, squatted in the box, trying his best to maintain the illusion before him.

He was already sweating profusely.

"What should I ask the executioner to do?"

A big question mark popped up in his mind. It was not that his preparations were not sufficient, but that the effect of the executioner's appearance was too unexpected.

Everyone showed expressions of shock and fear, and they stared at the executioner intently.

In other words, He Zhao had to deceive so many pairs of eyes at the same time.

Moreover, there are many bodyguards of wealthy businessmen among them, and they are all capable people.

Mang took a sip of black tea calmly at this time.

The only ones who knew the real situation at this time were He Zhao in the box and Mang who was drinking tea and eating dessert.

After a while, He Zhao, still controlling the illusion of the executioner, spoke:

"roll!"

His voice was so loud, like a strong wind, that everyone at the scene took two steps back unconsciously.

Only Meng was holding the teacup, motionless.

"Master is so strong!"

Wangyan, who was standing unsteadily, was sighing and smiling without saying a word.

The latter has already sent a message to Chi Ping:
"'You' and someone else have already started a fight."

"Did 'I' win?"

Mang thought for a while and said, "It's probably difficult."

She already had a vague feeling that the illusion was a little unstable. Perhaps it was a bit difficult for him to confuse so many people and people with special abilities at the same time.

Next, it depends on whether He Zhao can’t hold on first or Guangqi gives in first.

(End of this chapter)