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"Is it a person?"

When those three words came out of Liu Guoliang's mouth, it was as if the air in the test field had been sucked away.

Several high-ranking military officials exchanged glances, their expressions filled with uncertainty.

Li Yichen did not give a direct answer.

He smirked and turned to look at Gu Shounian.

The tone was exactly the same as when talking about the weather.

"Brother Gu, do you have a gun?"

Gu Shounian was stunned for two seconds.

He subconsciously took a Type 95 automatic rifle from a guard behind him and handed it over.

"What do you need a gun for?"

Li Yichen didn't reply. He took the rifle with one hand, pulled the bolt with his left hand, supported the handguard with his right hand, lowered his shoulder slightly, and held the rifle close to his ribs.

The entire sequence of movements was performed in one smooth motion.

Liu Guoliang's brow twitched.

The way he holds that gun doesn't look like a tech boss. It looks like someone who's handled steel in the military for a few years.

"The four of you."

Li Yichen turned his head and spoke to the four "security guards".

His tone was extremely calm.

"Walk forward twenty meters and stand facing me."

The four Terminators turned around in unison.

Take a step.

Stop.

Then turn around.

The time difference between the four actions is so precise that even a high-speed camera cannot find fault with it.

They stood in a row facing Li Yichen.

Eight eyes stared unblinkingly in the direction of the gun muzzle.

Liu Guoliang and Gu Shounian were still wondering – what was going to happen?

Are they using security guards as targets to practice their marksmanship? Or are they testing their reaction speed when dodging bullets?

next second.

Li Yichen raised his gun.

The gun was pointed directly at four people twenty meters away.

The index finger is on the trigger.

Liu Guoliang's pupils contracted sharply.

"you--"

Da da da da!

Flames shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

Shell casings clattered and bounced wildly on the concrete ground. A barrage of 5.56mm bullets rained down on the four human-shaped silhouettes twenty meters away.

The fabric of the clothes exploded, and fragments flew through the air.

Liu Guoliang's brain went blank for 0.5 seconds.

Then it felt like my butt had been stabbed by a red-hot iron rod.

He dashed out.

He grabbed Li Yichen's wrist and lifted it upwards, while desperately trying to take the gun away with his other hand.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

He forcefully pulled the rifle over, pointed it at the sky, and fired the last few bullets into the hazy sky.

Liu Guoliang snatched the gun and tossed it to the guard behind him.

She turned around and grabbed Li Yichen by the collar.

His face turned purple, and veins bulged from his neck all the way to his temples.

"Li Yichen!"

Spit sprayed all over Li Yichen's face.

"You're fucking insane! Do you even know what you're doing?!"

His hands were shaking.

The shaking started from my fingertips and went all the way up to my shoulders.

"This is murder! You're utterly reckless with human life! What's wrong with your brain?!"

Gu Shounian's face turned as white as a sheet.

He roared into the distance, his voice cracking.

"Quick! Call the medic! Hurry! Everyone stay still! Protect the scene—"

Two of the high-ranking military officers behind him had their legs go weak.

A young staff officer plopped down on the ground, looking as if all his bones had been removed.

"Murder...murder?"

Someone shakily pulled out their phone to make a call.

The scene was completely chaotic.

Li Yichen was grabbed by the collar by Liu Guoliang and swayed left and right.

Seeing the mournful expressions on the faces of the people in front of him, he couldn't hold back any longer.

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Commander Liu."

"Shut up! Do you know you'll go to jail?!" Liu Guoliang's eyes turned red.

"Commander Liu!"

Li Yichen raised his hand and pressed down on his shoulder, applying a little more pressure.

"Please calm down for two seconds."

He stretched out his other hand and pointed twenty meters away.

"Take a closer look—are any of those four injured?"

Liu Guoliang's mouth was still open, and his eyes followed the direction of his finger.

Gu Shounian also turned his head.

All eyes were drawn to the same direction.

Twenty meters away.

Four people.

Standing.

Not moving.

The clothes were torn into tattered strips, the pieces fluttering in the wind.

But the man stood as straight as four iron stakes.

He did not fall to the ground.

There were no screams.

The wound was not covered.

Even the posture didn't change.

Liu Guoliang loosened his grip on Liu's collar slightly.

"this……"

A sharp-eyed staff officer scrambled to his feet, pointed at one of the men's chests, and screamed.

"Look! Under that bullet hole—there's no blood!"

His hands trembled violently in the air.

"It's silver! It's metallic!"

Everyone seemed to be pulled along by the same rope, rushing forward in unison.

The sound of military boots clattering on the concrete floor was chaotic and disorderly.

He ran up to them.

Everyone stopped abruptly.

The bullets did indeed leave the clothes and outer "skin" riddled with holes.

But beneath each bullet hole—

It's not flesh and blood.

It's not a bone.

It is a silvery-white superalloy skeleton with a cold gleam.

Intricate wiring and miniature hydraulic lines are faintly visible through the hole.

Not a drop of blood.

Not even a single drop.

Gu Shounian extended his hand.

My fingers are trembling.

He probed into a bullet hole—

My fingertips touched the cold, hard, and inelastic metal.

He looked up sharply.

He stared at Li Yichen.

"Brother Li...they?"

My throat feels like it's been rubbed with sandpaper.

Li Yichen had his hands in his pockets, his expression as calm as if he were introducing a new product at the company.

"Brother Gu, just as you expected."

He gestured with his chin toward the four bullet-riddled "security guards".

"They are not human."

"It's the Terminator robot I created."

He paused for a moment.

"You guys' seen that Schwarzenegger movie, right? That thing."

On the test field.

A gust of wind swept by, making the tattered strips of cloth rustle.

Five seconds.

No one spoke.

The young staff officer's legs went weak again, and he squatted on the ground with his mouth agape.

"A...robot?"

Another executive reached out to touch it, but withdrew his hand as soon as his fingertips touched the metal frame.

It felt like I had touched something that didn't belong to this era.

Liu Guoliang released his grip on Li Yichen's collar.

His expression went through a textbook-perfect transition—rage, stunned, bewildered, understanding, and embarrassed.

Five emotions are conveyed in three seconds.

He coughed twice.

He lowered his voice by three tones.

"Um... Major Li."

He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand.

"Sorry about earlier, I thought you..."

He swallowed hard.

"My reaction was purely... purely an instinct to protect the people... a conditioned reflex... don't take it to heart."

The deputy commander, who was in his fifties, turned bright red when he said this.

It's no different from an elementary school student apologizing to a teacher.

Li Yichen smiled and waved his hand.

"Commander Liu, you flatter me. It's my fault for not giving you prior notice. Your reaction shows that you have the people in your heart, which is a good thing."

Liu Guoliang's face turned even redder, and he quickly changed the subject.

He darted to the nearest Terminator and punched its metal frame twice.

Clang. Clang.

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed across the test field.

"Oh My God."

He knocked twice more, this time with even more force.

clang.

"This feels amazing! It's even harder than the main armor of the Type 99A tank!"

He walked around to the front and got close to the "face" that had been smashed halfway.

The bionic skin curls up from the edge of the bullet hole, beneath which lies an abnormally precise skeletal structure.

"This skin... I didn't notice it at all today. I thought you hired a veteran. You've been fooling me all day!"

Gu Shounian squatted in front of another Terminator, tearing off the shattered bionic skin with both hands.

Miniature hydraulic systems, articulated transmission rods, flexible sensor arrays—the precision is mind-boggling.

"How this joint moves..."

He twisted the Terminator's wrist, and it could turn in all directions.

"It looks exactly like a human. If you put this on the street, who would recognize it?"

Li Yichen shrugged.

"You shouldn't recognize it. Otherwise, what's the point of calling it Terminator?"

Gu Shounian stood up and patted the dust off his knees.

He stared at the robot in front of him, which was battered and bruised, yet still stood upright.

My mind raced.

I'm not afraid of pain.

Not afraid of death.

Absolute obedience to orders.

It looks exactly like a real person.

If this were on the battlefield...

Liu Guoliang clearly thought of the same place.

He slapped his thigh and turned to rush over.

Its two eyes were glowing green.

"Are we capable of fighting a war?"

"He's better than your elite soldier."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"There's no concept of fear. As long as the core chip isn't destroyed, we can continue to perform missions even with only half an arm left."

Liu Guoliang's breathing became heavy.

He grabbed Li Yichen's arm with a force as strong as a pair of pliers.

"Walk!"

He pointed towards the depths of the test site, where tanks and various weapon platforms were still parked.

"The test track is still open! Get it running!"

He raised his voice to the highest register.

"I want to see just how much firepower this iron lump can withstand! How fast it can run! How accurate it can be!"

Gu Shounian also came over, rubbing his hands together so hard they made a rustling sound.

"Yeah! That burst of bullets just now—didn't even leave a crater. Bro, what kind of material is the armor made of?"

Li Yichen was pulled forward by Liu Guoliang's arm, his steps unsteady.

"Commander Liu, please let go, my arm is about to break—"

"Let's talk after the test!"

Liu Guoliang didn't turn his head, and increased the force of his pull on the man by three points.

The group of generals behind them all rushed up.

The young staff officer, who had been so scared his legs went weak just moments before, was now running at the front, his eyes shining, just like a child who had seen a new toy.

The four Terminators remained standing in the same spot.

The clothes were tattered to shreds, and the metal frame was exposed to the sunlight.

But their eyes—those eight artificial eyes devoid of any emotion—are quietly awaiting the next instruction.